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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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Samstag, 8. August 2020
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