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“Es ist nur ein Stück Plastik", dachte ich. "Und kaum etwas wert. Aber es zaubert", dachte ich, sowie man es zum klingen bringt, eben jene menschenfreundliche Ewigkeit her, auf die die Cellistin offenbar nicht mehr zu hoffen gewagt hatte.”

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Book:Das Haus in der Dorotheenstraße
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