I almost stepped onto that snail. I didn't, and that changed our destinies, mine and the snail's. It kept on living, which is not a bad thing after all. I took a train the next morning and before Leipzig it missed a red light. The snail lives its slow life in the ditches of the roads up Dornburg Schloss, time and again jeopardized by the soles of the passers-by. My home address has changed.
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