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Sep 2017
there is a gun pressed to my chair
not sure whether to feel safer or more scared
the room is tense
waiter sneaks glances onto the young man, no older than 25
rolling his dice could not be louder than the 45 dB
silence, easier recognition just in case
i ask my dad not to take a secret photograph
fearful
Sophie Hartl
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Sophie Hartl  Vienna
(Vienna)   
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       Lior Gavra, ---, Jobira, tm and Sophie Hartl
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