Samstag, 8. August 2020

88) completely different
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Completely different

It was 6 a.m., time to get up, make breakfast, take the kids to kindergarten and then go to work themselves. Her partner Paolo led a working group of foreign construction workers, Maysa was an accountant. They had children together, but were not married because both families were against the union.
There were always problems, but basically she was happy. Paolo was a bit macho in his southern style, but knew where the limits were because he wanted to do it completely differently from his father. His parents' relationship was top-down. The father made decisions and the mother had to obey. If the head of the family had problems, of course, he could not discuss them with his wife, because on the one hand she was not used to expressing her own point of view and, on the other hand, knew too little about the world around her to form her own opinion because she almost never left the house.
Both Maysa and Paolo belonged to the second generation of immigrants. His background was calmer, maybe because men were just treated very differently.
At the age of 13, she ran away from her family. Like her older sister, she was afraid of being taken back to the country of her ancestors to marry a man she had never seen before. She wanted to stay in Europe, she had dreams. The contrast between the life of her mother and that of the mothers of the German schoolmates was simply too great. She first spent a year in a children's home before they found suitable adoptive parents for her.
She had a mixed relationship with the foreign, male adolescents from her home country, as some admired such a girl; others considered her behaviour to be a betrayal of their culture. If she happened to meet one of the former alone, a normal conversation ensued, but if they stood together in a group of several immigrant boys, there was defamation. Apparently, they either did not have the courage or did not trust each other enough to admit their sympathy for the rebel.
At school, it was actually quite normal. She wasn't exactly the best, but with a lot of learning above average, she was able to pass the school leaving exams. The adoptive parents weren't super humans either, but simply normal people who wanted to bring a little happiness into their everyday lives with a child.
And then she met Paolo, who initially acted like a real macho. Over time, however, he learned to appreciate her for her independence and willpower.
Some time ago, she had joined an aid organisation for foreign women, and it was her job to deal with girls of school age, as she knew the area from personal experience. She was not surprised that there were still as many cases as hers. A lot had to change in the world.
Even in Europe, not everything was made of chocolate. Women's lives were pretty free, but often one could get the feeling that society really didn't want to care about anyone. Everyone was only concerned with themselves. The dog was surely buried here. Either one wanted more freedom and had to accept the indifference of others, or one longed for care and received interference in one’s private life.
Solidarity only works on the basis of common interests. Humanity had come a long way, and their children, and later grandchildren, would certainly be better off.


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