My first day in a labor camp, Germany 2010. I survived!
reason: We, the newcomers were already released today at noon. So we should have the opportunity to our last errands (for example. Administrative procedures) at the latest to examine our wardrobes suitable clothes and say goodbye to our loved ones.
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The mood in the camp is marked by resignation, anger and desperate humor. Wrinkled faces gather around the few established ash bucket at -10 ° C and wind phrases from the official East German phrase book for precariat from. Guards in field-gray uniform jackets north face talk on the purpose of reintegration into full-time employment, quirky names provide for certain parts of the site and delegate responsibility down to social workers and supervisors, which look almost as sickly as their clientele.
also discriminatory treatment of individual citizens by the authorities has already been noted: in a spontaneous, situational Word game, a fellow with striking red color (probably a blood pressure disorder) and also bright red jacket of us called by the camp leaders superintendent as "Little Red Riding Hood." Oppressed giggles of bystanders, no defense - you moved on through the snow, pulling imaginary traces of blood behind him.
told me on the way home (after a remark on my part, one should re-build pyramids, would have because at least some of it for posterity) a citizen of a job creation scheme somewhere in Germany, where with materials, methods and tools of the 15th Century real authentic castles were rebuilt. The people working there (If they survived it) are all very happy and satisfied with their work - I would like to believe.
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