82) the conscious German citizen Written by Rainer: rainer.lehrer@yahoo.com Learn languages (via Skype): Rainer: + 36 20 549 52 97 or + 36 20 334 79 74

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The conscious German citizen An old alarm clock from grandfather's time rings. It doesn't need electricity, you have to wind it up. Hans wakes up on his self-made bed. It's four o'clock. Now he has to milk the cow and goat, then feed the pig, chickens, dog and cat. Before he goes to the office, he lets the animals into the enclosed garden. The dog keeps watch while he works. Then he drives off. The diesel engine of his old Mercedes is humming. It would have to be checked again by the mechanic and readjusted. It also loses oil. But Hans doesn't have time for that now. He has to drive quickly to the city 50 km away. He works there as an employee in the human resources department. If he doesn't hurry, he'll be late. At 160, he takes the last curve to the motorway entrance. He had sworn to install as little technology as possible on his hermitage, has a fountain instead of running water, uses his car battery when he really needs a bit of lamplight, but usually he goes to bed with the hens and gets up with the first crowing of the cock on. He also heats with wood from his little grove. When he was late a couple of times or couldn't drive to work in winter because the meter-high snow hadn't been cleared from the roads, his boss suggested that he should at least put an antenna on the roof to manage at least the most important things via the Internet. He always leaves his cell phone in the office too because he needs this contrast to the modern world. “Back to nature!” - was his motto back then. And he has held out so far. He would have liked to force this backward life on his children, but his ex-wife had been given the right to bring up the children when they divorced and had moved back to the city. “There's not even a vet here!” she had said. Now his daughter and son come to see him every second weekend. Jasmin, the child's mother had fought for the name for the daughter, he would have named her Krimhild or Brunhild, wanted to become a beautician. His son Matthias, for him it would have been Siegfried, raved about fast cars, the latest computer games and basketball. “At least say 'Korbball’!” he kept telling him. His children don't like coming to him and when they got an amulet for Christmas to protect them from evil spirits, Jasmin, 16, burst out laughing and said that in a civilized country, one couldn't dance around the torture stake anymore. His son, 15 years old, thought his father was a little too old to play Indians. This mixture of "green and brown" was a bit strange to him. However, he dropped the idea of ​​giving his father a hobbyhorse for his birthday when the latter explained to him that the Germanic peoples hadn't used any horses. It was the Hungarians who, after having finally climbed down from the tree a thousand years later than the Germans, did not want to walk, but instead straight away learned to ride in the steppes. In the office, he wears a suit, tie and glasses. He leaves his conviction at home, so to speak, because he has to finance it somehow. So not just “green and brown”, but also “colourless”? However, he hopes that the Teutons will one day come back to their worthy size. You only need a strong leader, Armin der Cherusker, Otto, Wilhelm and Hitler. Back to list!

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