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  • It was on a july day in 2010, and I had just started my new job. The first days, I felt quite uneasy. Not only that I was the newbie, my field of work had changed significantly, too – a slight challenge overload, to sum it up.

    That day, during lunch break, I went down to the backyard to calm down and focus. Although I was not eager on company that moment, it turned out standing in a secluded yard alone with my thoughts did not really lift my mood, either.

    But apparently, I was not alone, at all. A noise I couldn't identify at first, rose from behind a dumpster. A tiny bird was effusively announcing its presence, jumping from side to side. Its cheerful dance and song only stopped for seconds, when it decided to change its spot, now and then.

    For endless minutes, I'd been standing there, spellbound, catched by that moments's purity – and any thoughts bothering me just dissolved in joy. It seemed as if this tiny, fragile proof of life had understood what was troubling me, and offered me all it could share – its company and its voice. Now I can share it, too.

    Thank you, little fella.
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