At the now established meeting in Oosterbeek, Holland, the three-day conference was drawing to a close. Lansky got off the train and was walking towards the luxury hotel with quick steps, while sweat was now evident on his face. Well dressed, as he always did, in a suit, tie, hat and a shirt now soaked. […]
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Two middle-aged men drink champagne and look cheerful, almost tucked into black leather armchairs. The one, with sporty everyday clothes, he sits with his mouth half open, listening to his interlocutor. Sometime he nods, Sometime he smile, sometime he opens his mouth completely, risking contact with suspended dust particles and insects. But he doesn't utter a word. THE
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Part (B) – The first part here (Note: This short story is not a product of the author's imagination, but it is an accurate depiction of the script of a German film by Peter Fleischmann entitled: The Hamburg Syndrome. Filmed in the distant 1979... It is recommended to watch the film first and then read the short story as a summary.) Finally, the
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At the medical conference in Hamburg, the coordinator prefaced Mr.. Ellerwein, doctor and author of the book entitled: ‘On the threshold of eternal life’. Next to the podium of the speaker was the organizing committee and behind it a board where the title of the conference was written in big letters: Extension of life – Probability or Utopia; THE
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Through the fog glasses, the tops of the mountains, sprinkled with last night's snow, look imposing, inaccessible and foggy. But as I cross the endless straight lines of the plain, they are becoming more and more visible. Less spooky, more passable. You are confident that you are capable of climbing them. But you are not, the senses once again deceive you… The big ones
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There, central of the Grecos, there has been no judge for years. Law was self-judgment and everyone did whatever he wants. They stole other people's horses and trampled the fields. They stole what they found from foreign carriages and houses, teased foreign women, while they did not hesitate to take out their guns and shoot. The situation was out
– “Yes, he is in social networks… I sent you his fb account, log in and see what kind of guy he is… You will learn everything about him in 10 Minutes... If you like him, I will bring you in contact with him...” – “Yes just a mom… eh eh eh is written with y or u; Oh yes… i found him… Hmmm… Nice smile…” – “Emm yes… good
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