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“Copiii vorbesc despre circ ca despre grădina zoologică. Ochii încep să le strălucească şi chicotesc. Ei cred că toţi circarii sînt rude, se iubesc, dorm în acelaşi vagon şi mănîncă din aceeaşi farfurie. Și pe urmă trăieşti în mijlocul naturii şi ce frumos! Nu-şi pot închipui că repeţi tot timpul şi trebuie să ai grijă ca alţii să nu-ţi copieze numărul şi că s-ar putea să cazi seara de pe cupolă şi a doua zi să fii mort. Îşi închipuie că totul e o glumă. DACĂ MAMA CADE, NU MOARE ÎN GLUMĂ. Doar actorii mor în glumă.”

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Warum das Kind in der Polenta kocht

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