Hier ein Auszug aus der schönsten (und traurigsten) email des Jahres:
"can't still realize, that i'm in russia. i was walking from the subway to my home listening to klezmer musik, had such a feeling that i will turn around the corner and go along the hamburger strasse, then turn again, sneak into the dark little yard with a small house. one window is opened and candles are on the windowsill and con sordino plays who tonight? tchaikovsky? sibelius? pettersson? atterberg? and then a warm hug with a cold ear. 'mmmm...' from now on stays for 'markus'."i'm so happy that i can't stop crying.
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