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“Die Sache mit den Außenseitern ist folgende: Die Sadeem-Geschwister sind bekannt dafür, immer und überall verlorene Seelen aufzuklauben und unter ihre Fittiche zu nehmen. Nuh, der ständig streunende Katzen oder verletzte Vögel nach Hause bringt. Abi und seine absolut skurrilen, über ganz Wien verteilten Bekanntschaften. Maya und ihre überbemutternde Fürsorge, Uzair, der mit seinen zwölf Jahren bereits das Herz seiner ganzen Schule erobert hat – wir haben in unserem Leben für jeden Platz, aber besonders für jene, die sonst nirgends einen Ort für sich finden.”

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