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  • Professionally I am a web developer and try out a lot of things here on my site
  • In this area there are only test pages
    • Professionally I am a webdeveloper and try out a lot here on my site
    • Professionally I am a webdeveloper and try out a lot here on my site
      • In this area there are only test pages
      • In this area there are only test pages
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  • So it's not really worth surfing further here
  1. Professionally I am a web developer and try out a lot here on my site
    1. Professionally I am a web developer and try out a lot here on my site
    2. Professionally I am a webdeveloper and try out a lot here on my site
      1. Professionally I am a webdeveloper and try out a lot here on my site
        1. Professionally I am a webdeveloper and try out a lot here on my site
          1. Professionally I am a webdeveloper and try out a lot here on my site
  2. There are only test sites in this area
  3. So it's not really worth surfing further here
    1. There are only test pages in this area
      1. In this area there are only test pages
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Where ever you are - Audio

Someone must have slandered Josef K.

Eine Eule mit blauen Federn und großen gelben Augen
"Kasimir" der rote Kater von oben

They could have jumped into the boat, but the traveller lifted a heavy, knotted rope from the ground.

In recent decades, interest in hunger artists has waned considerably.

Someone must have slandered Josef K., because without him having done anything wrong, he was arrested one morning. "Like a dog! " he said, it was as if shame should outlive him. When Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed into a monstrous vermin in his bed. And it was like a confirmation of their new dreams and good intentions when, at the end of their journey, their daughter was the first to rise and stretch her young body. "It's a strange contraption," said the officer to the explorer, surveying the familiar apparatus with a look of admiration.

But they overcame each other, crowded round the cage and refused to move. Someone must have slandered Josef K., because one morning he was arrested without having done anything wrong. "Like a dog! " he said, it was as if the shame should outlive him. When Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed into a monstrous vermin in his bed.

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A wonderful cheerfulness

Das einsame Boot am Strand
Das einsame Boot am Strand

A wonderful cheerfulness has taken over my whole soul, like the sweet spring mornings that I savour with all my heart. I am alone and enjoy my life in this neighbourhood, which is made for such souls as mine. I am so happy, my dearest, so completely absorbed in the feeling of peaceful existence, that my art suffers as a result. I could not draw now, not a stroke, and have never been a greater painter than in these moments.

When the dear valley steams around me, and the high sun rests on the surface of the impenetrable darkness of my forest, and only single rays steal into the inner sanctum, and I lie in the high grass by the falling stream, and nearer to the earth a thousand manifold grasses become strange to me; when I feel the teeming of the small world between the stalks, the countless, unfathomable shapes of the little worms, the little gnats closer to my heart, and feel the presence of the Almighty, who created us in his image, the wafting of the All-Loving One, who carries and sustains us in eternal bliss; my friend!

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U 1Steps behind himSteps behind himSteps behind himFootsteps behind himHe tried to find his way in the darkness
U 2He tried to move in the darknessFootsteps behind himFootsteps behind himFootsteps behind himFootsteps behind him
U 3Steps behind himFootsteps behind himHe tried to find his way in the darknessFootsteps behind himFootsteps behind him
U 4Footsteps behind himHe tried to move in the darknessFootsteps behind himFootsteps behind himFootsteps behind him
U 5He tried to move in the darknessFootsteps behind himFootsteps behind himHe tried to move in the darknessSteps behind him
U 6Footsteps behind himFootsteps behind himFootsteps behind himHe tried to find his way in the darknessFootsteps behind him

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Far back, behind the word mountains

Schattenbild von zwei Personen auf dem Strandsand

Far back, behind the mountains of words, far from the countries of vowels and consonants, live the blind texts. They live in seclusion in Buchstabhausen on the coast of the Semantik, a large linguistic ocean. A small stream called Duden flows through their village and supplies them with the necessary regularities. It's a paradisiacal land where fried sentence fragments fly into your mouth. Not even the almighty punctuation controls the blind texts - an almost unorthographic life.

One day, however, a small line of dummy text, her name was Lorem Ipsum, decided to go out into the wide world of grammar. The great Oxmox advised her against it, as it was teeming with nasty commas, wild question marks and sneaky semicolons, but the little blind text was undeterred. It grabbed its seven capital letters, slipped its initial into its belt and set off.

He heard soft footsteps behind him

Der Strand und ich
Der Strand und ich

He heard quiet footsteps behind him. That didn't bode well. Who would follow him, late at night and in this narrow alleyway in the middle of the infamous harbour district? Just now, when he had done the thing of his life and wanted to disappear with the loot! Had one of his countless colleagues had the same idea, watched and waited for him, only to relieve him of the fruits of his labour?

Or did the footsteps behind him belong to one of the countless law enforcement officers in this city, and the steel figure eight around his wrists was about to snap shut? He could already hear the order to stop. He looked around in a hurry. Suddenly he caught sight of the narrow passageway. In a flash, he turned to the right and disappeared between the two buildings. He almost fell over the overturned rubbish bin that lay in the middle of the path.

Live in the rehearsal room

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When the first hills of the Italic Mountains

Das Meer mit Sonne hinter den Wolken
Das Meer mit Sonne hinter den Wolken

As it climbed the first hills of the Italic Mountains, it took one last look back at the skyline of its home town of Buchstabhausen, the headline of Alphabetdorf and the subline of its own street, Zeilengasse. A rhetorical question ran wistfully down its cheek, then it continued on its way. On the way, it met a copy. The copy warned the blind text that it had been rewritten umpteen times where it came from and that all that was left of its origin was the word "and" and that the blind text should turn round and return to its own safe country.

However, all the good-talk couldn't convince it and so it wasn't long before a few insidious copywriters ambushed it, got it drunk with lunge and slogan and then dragged it back to their agency, where they misused it again and again for their projects. And if it hasn't been rewritten, they're still using it. Far back, behind the mountains of words, far from the countries of vowels and consonants, live the blind texts. Living in seclusion

Accordion

An accordion as an example

  • First accordion

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  • Wannabe

    He heard quiet footsteps behind him. That didn't bode well. Who would follow him, late at night and in this narrow alleyway in the middle of the infamous harbour district? Just when he'd done the thing of his life and was about to disappear with the loot! Had one of his countless colleagues had the same idea, watched and waited for him, only to relieve him of the fruits of his labour?

    Or did the footsteps behind him belong to one of the countless law enforcement officers in this city, and the steel figure eight around his wrists was about to snap shut? He could already hear the order to stop. He looked around in a hurry. Suddenly he caught sight of the narrow passageway. In a flash, he turned to the right and disappeared between the two buildings. He almost fell over the overturned rubbish bin that lay in the middle of the path.

    He tried to feel his way in the darkness and froze: apparently there was no other way out of this small courtyard than the passageway he had come through. The footsteps grew louder and louder and he saw a dark figure round the corner. His eyes wandered feverishly through the darkness of the night, searching for a way out. Was it really all over now, had all the effort and preparations been in vain? He pressed himself tightly against the wall behind him and hoped that his pursuer would miss him, when suddenly a door next to him swung back and forth in the night wind with a barely perceptible squeak. Could this be the desperately longed-for way out of his dilemma? Slowly, he moved towards the open door, always pressed close to the wall. Would this door be his salvation? He heard soft footsteps behind him. That didn't bode well. Who would follow him, late at night and in this narrow alleyway in the middle of the city centre?

Tabs

A few tabs as an example

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Wannabe

He heard quiet footsteps behind him. That didn't bode well. Who would follow him, late at night and in this narrow alleyway in the middle of the infamous harbour district? Just when he'd done the thing of his life and was about to disappear with the loot! Had one of his countless colleagues had the same idea, watched and waited for him, only to relieve him of the fruits of his labour?

Or did the footsteps behind him belong to one of the countless law enforcement officers in this city, and the steel figure eight around his wrists was about to snap shut? He could already hear the order to stop. He looked around in a hurry. Suddenly he caught sight of the narrow passageway. In a flash, he turned to the right and disappeared between the two buildings. He almost fell over the overturned rubbish bin that lay in the middle of the path.

He tried to feel his way in the darkness and froze: apparently there was no other way out of this small courtyard than the passageway he had come through. The footsteps grew louder and louder and he saw a dark figure round the corner. His eyes wandered feverishly through the darkness of the night, searching for a way out. Was it really all over now, had all the effort and preparations been in vain? He pressed himself tightly against the wall behind him and hoped that his pursuer would miss him, when suddenly a door next to him swung back and forth in the night wind with a barely perceptible squeak. Could this be the desperately longed-for way out of his dilemma? Slowly, he moved towards the open door, always pressed close to the wall. Would this door be his salvation? He heard soft footsteps behind him. That didn't bode well. Who would follow him, late at night and in this narrow alleyway in the middle of the city centre?