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It is as if this fairytale were alive in us from early on: the fairytale of how the baby was overcome. A fairytale we are used to telling each other with a certain pride. Once upon a time we were a baby, the fairytale begins, and it ends with: And then came a day when we were no longer a baby. We were just like the baby, we tell ourselves, but now we are very different from the baby. It is a fairytale that makes us happy without enabling us to shake off our unhappiness. As we tell ourselves this story, we feel a little lonely. When we tell it to our baby, he gives us a steely look: Spare me your fairytales!

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