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Brussels remembered – again?

An acrid, metallic, thin-hazy smoke was tingling in my nose, itching in my eyes. Beads of bright red lights appeared like balls bouncing in front of me. A line of white light spots, shining from the top of what looked … Continue reading

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Mealtime in the community

Sat at the table, Brbr’s thoughts on Dvd’s situation were succeeded by an image of Grhm, the fraternum’s most recently acquired member, a handsome blond 18-year old young man. She looked up to the others, who had been at the … Continue reading

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A community in autumn

Brbr said goodbye to her co-counsellor Mrtn and stepped out of his dwelling into the freshness of the early autumn evening. The orange-red sun was setting. On the horizon, dark vegetation flecked the purple-blue reflection of the sky on the … Continue reading

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Brussels – remembered?

“But what would keep bringing back those images of that particular place, repeatedly, to my spirit?” she asked her co-counsellor, who sat facing her, clutching her hands in his. “It is important that you hold on to those images, as … Continue reading

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