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1. THE START LEIPZIG - 1932 (S. 13-14) It was in Leipzig in the evil summer of 1923 inflation had ruined us all.
Our parents had become very, very poor. The streets we were walking through were grey, dirty and it was raining!
What do you think? Shall we tell em today? Heinz asked me
I thought of my poor old mother. I guess my old man will have a terrible stroke, Heinz said brightly. The prospect of paternal chastisement left him unmoved. He smacked himself in a significant gesture! He was as hard in giving as he was taking .
We parted in front of our old front door. After a few steps Heinz turned and called I shall tell my old man today without fail!
Waving his old, brown satchel he disappeared round the corner.
I walked up the narrow wooden staircase its worn steps were sparsely illuminated by small windows overlooking the courtyard. We were living on the second floor. My mother opened the door she wore her painting smock.
Pssst keep quiet Günther, she whispered Mister Buzelius is still asleep!!! Buzelius was the fat, perpetual student who had the room by the front-door. He had already been studying for seven years and he stayed in bed until noon or later!
He said he could work best lying down.
The door rattled with his violently, ferocious snores
I went into the back-room.
The table was already laid. Liese-Lotte and Hans-Joachim sat on their high stools - pale and timid. On the mantelpiece lay three letters in blue envelopes .. .BILLS!
My mother came into the room with our meal it was barley soup!
We ate in silence .
Is it a lot? I asked nodding towards the blue envelopes. The worst is the dentists, she sighed and added People who have nothing to bite dont really need teeth!
I looked at her there was a bitter look on her good-natured round face. NO!
I couldnt tell her at least not then!
While she was clearing the table she said: When you have finished your homework take the lace
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to Kleewitz & Bramfeld another boxful has arrived!
I nodded. It was not a very exacting job but at least we lived on it. My aunty bought the lace in the Erzgebirge my mother sold it in Leipzig to small shops and to private customers. There was only a meagre profit and sometimes none!
I didnt go until evening. The box was unpleasantly large and I disliked being seen with it by my school-riends! The shop was in the Neumarkt a small shop with a very tiny window - displaying old-fashioned underwear and nightgowns with embroidery, little doyleys and pillowlace our pillow-lace!
It looked just as if a clothesbasket of the 1850s had been emptied into the small window The elder sister Kleewitz a small dried up woman with a pointed nose and black eyes was in the shop.
Good evening I said putting the box of lace on the plate-glass of the counter.
I have brought the lace from my mother!
You couldnt have come sooner, could you? she asked querulously.
Its dark now! She took the lid off the box and began to dig around in the lace muttering Of course unbleached again and always the same pattern .Gods eyes always Gods eyes NOT a soul wants Gods eyes nowadays I just told you that the last time!! I said nothing! It was better so ..
The street-door-bell rang and a customer came in.
Miss Kleewitz left me standing and went to serve her. It was fascinating to see how pleasant her face became and to hear how melting her voice sounded as she talked to the old lady I stood there and watched it all. Yes, that was how they were, those miserable shopkeepers servility for those above them and kicks for those below!
The customer walked off with a packet of pins!!!! Miss Kleewitz returned to my box and scratched about in it like a hen digging for worms murmuring again:
The patterns were quite different much prettier and much more carefully worked I hardly like to take this rubbish!
Well then I started!
She raised her head and stared at me her eyes narrowed to small slits and her mouth gaped open. Another word from me and she would chuck me out lace and all
I knew that as surely as if she had said so. I thought of my poor mother, the two kids at home I kept silent!
Did you say anything? she asked,
No!
Well, I wouldnt like to have heard anything anyhow! she said triumphantly! She went to the till and counted the money out on the corner. I thanked her and went out
Outside I lit a cigarette anxious lest a schoolmaster might catch me!
No it couldnt go on like that. I had to get away otherwise I would suffocate!
Heinz was going to tell his father that we both wanted to go to sea and I was going to tell my mother. Perhaps it would be the best to do so without more delay
At home I gulped my supper and went to my small and narrow room overlooking the courtyard with its camp bed, table, chair, washstand and my small bookcase.
Close to the window you could see a very small bit of the sky.
Above my bed was a picture of Vasco da Gama my hero - my favourite among all the great seafarers of the past. I read the story of his life again and again how as a man of twentyseven he started off with three ships hardly bigger than fishing-smacks how he sailed around Africa - suffering incredible hardships how he conquered India and then returned to Portugal greeted by the king and acclaimed by his people!
If only I could get away to a life of adventure like that! But my mother had no money that was the biggest obstacle! I had ninety-one Swedish Crowns which I had earned as guide at the Leipzig International Trade Fair. Would ninety-one crowns be enough for the Seamans College in Hamburg? Perhaps!
And if not then I should go to sea without any training! That was my last thought on going to sleep
I nodded. It was not a very exacting job but at least we lived on it. My aunty bought the lace in the Erzgebirge my mother sold it in Leipzig to small shops and to private customers. There was only a meagre profit and sometimes none!
I didnt go until evening. The box was unpleasantly large and I disliked being seen with it by my school-riends! The shop was in the Neumarkt a small shop with a very tiny window - displaying old-fashioned underwear and nightgowns with embroidery, little doyleys and pillowlace our pillow-lace!
It looked just as if a clothesbasket of the 1850s had been emptied into the small window The elder sister Kleewitz a small dried up woman with a pointed nose and black eyes was in the shop.
Good evening I said putting the box of lace on the plate-glass of the counter.
I have brought the lace from my mother!
You couldnt have come sooner, could you? she asked querulously.
Its dark now! She took the lid off the box and began to dig around in the lace muttering Of course unbleached again and always the same pattern .Gods eyes always Gods eyes NOT a soul wants Gods eyes nowadays I just told you that the last time!! I said nothing! It was better so ..
The street-door-bell rang and a customer came in.
Miss Kleewitz left me standing and went to serve her. It was fascinating to see how pleasant her face became and to hear how melting her voice sounded as she talked to the old lady I stood there and watched it all. Yes, that was how they were, those miserable shopkeepers servility for those above them and kicks for those below!
The customer walked off with a packet of pins!!!! Miss Kleewitz returned to my box and scratched about in it like a hen digging for worms murmuring again:
The patterns were quite different much prettier and much more carefully worked I hardly like to take this rubbish!
Well then I started!
She raised her head and stared at me her eyes narrowed to small slits and her mouth gaped open. Another word from me and she would chuck me out lace and all
I knew that as surely as if she had said so. I thought of my poor mother, the two kids at home I kept silent!
Did you say anything? she asked,
No!
Well, I wouldnt like to have heard anything anyhow! she said triumphantly! She went to the till and counted the money out on the corner. I thanked her and went out
Outside I lit a cigarette anxious lest a schoolmaster might catch me!
No it couldnt go on like that. I had to get away otherwise I would suffocate!
Heinz was going to tell his father that we both wanted to go to sea and I was going to tell my mother. Perhaps it would be the best to do so without more delay
At home I gulped my supper and went to my small and narrow room overlooking the courtyard with its camp bed, table, chair, washstand and my small bookcase.
Close to the window you could see a very small bit of the sky.
Above my bed was a picture of Vasco da Gama my hero - my favourite among all the great seafarers of the past. I read the story of his life again and again how as a man of twentyseven he started off with three ships hardly bigger than fishing-smacks how he sailed around Africa - suffering incredible hardships how he conquered India and then returned to Portugal greeted by the king and acclaimed by his people!
If only I could get away to a life of adventure like that! But my mother had no money that was the biggest obstacle! I had ninety-one Swedish Crowns which I had earned as guide at the Leipzig International Trade Fair. Would ninety-one crowns be enough for the Seamans College in Hamburg? Perhaps!
And if not then I should go to sea without any training! That was my last thought on going to sleep
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Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Günter Lauke
- 2011, 259 Seiten, Englisch
- Herausgegeben: Günter Lauke (Ed.)
- Verlag: LaukeMedia
- ISBN-10: 3942660822
- ISBN-13: 9783942660822
- Erscheinungsdatum: 01.01.2011
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