der Golem
I once saw on a deserted place, like large pieces of paper - without my having the wind sensed something, because I was covered by a house - in a great rage about hunting in the counties and the other followed, as if they had death sworn. A moment later she seemed to have calmed down, but suddenly a frantic exasperation came over her, and in the senseless wrath they raced around, huddled together in a corner to again obsessed Stieben apart and eventually disappear behind a corner.
Only a thick newspaper could not come, she lay on the pavement and flipped on hatred and, as if her breath as she went out and gasp for air.
A dark suspicion then rose up in me: what if in the end we were living creatures and then something similar as those scraps of paper? - Whether it might not be an invisible, incomprehensible> Wind \u0026lt;us back and forth drives and determines our actions as we believe in our innocence under his own free will stand?
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