Wenn das Schicksal Autogramme verteilt

Wenn das Schicksal Autogramme verteilt

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Alles begann schon mit dem ersten Tag meines Lebens. Mit meinem ersten Atemzug,mit meinem ersten Schrei. Unsere Eltern feindeten sich an unserer Geburt an Weihnachten an. Die einen Reich die anderen Arm. An einem normalen Tag erfahr ich dann von einer Krankenschwester. Ich bin nicht das Kind meiner reichen Eltern. Ich bin das Kind des armen ausländischen Ehepaars. Alles still,keiner lacht,das Schicksal hat seinen Lauf gemacht.Meine Welt bricht zusammen. Wut,Hass,Schmerz,Angst. Dann trifft mein südländisches zicken temperament auf das meiner ebenfalls zickigen Doppelgängerin. Reich trifft auf Arm und das Chaos tritt aus... Eine mitreißende, humorvolle Geschichte.
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