I've been sick all week since Christmas, but for me the last anniversary of the labor camp aufgerappelt again, as far as I the diverse communities of solidarity'm guilty.
It is 30 December 2010, 7:30 am tomorrow. The trees, bicycles, fences - everything is frozen into ice. At my stop I have to otherwise accessible to pupils and students to fight for the precedence, today there is only an old woman, waiting. I wait with her, get in and drive.
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| ice age. |
The camp is deserted, no apprentices, no students, no florists, painters, Metal, hairdressers. No one there to push the snow back and forth. No work placement officers who commute between the buildings, no condescending looks from the north face jack-makers. All are on holiday, vacation or sick leave collective. Only in the hall of the Department of Building "is still ongoing. The canteen is on vacation, so we have to take care of the catering operation for us the food of the construction workers - is that for three of days.
But first breakfast is nice. Fresh bread on a table, there's this jam, butter, sausage, coffee and 10 people around, including a W. Fri recovered in the green shirt. Another 5 people sitting at other tables distributed, they do not want the common meal can participate, share the good mood in the pub, who could not arrange not.
miss it: the chef, the fairy, the Soviet, the Algerians, the viewfinder - but it is not a new, bright, friendly and somewhat rugged good-humored tall woman at the table, all is well known for some time, only me.
8:45 clock - Mrs W. has traded her new shirt with a new trainer gowns and distributes the tasks today. The kitchen staff (even with a new look, with handsome green chef's hats) have most to do, they prepare lunch for us and the construction workers before (there will be 4 dishes to choose from), others wash any laundry mountains. The service staff will arrange the sale - we sell fast food and coffee, now and then come in pairs, the construction workers and money exchange z.Bsp. compared with sausage rolls and coffee. My official role is now the garbage disposal - Mrs W. is again very gracious with me, I did so virtually nothing to do.
I still dead tired, because I'm woke up this morning for unknown reasons early at 4, I stay seated and start to read. On my desk sits the all-rounder: he is a nice time visiting and was in almost all areas of the camp active. He praises me again for my beautiful Christmas carols at our surprisingly contemplative (or at least saving) Christmas party and would like to see it again today I sing something, if I find something suitable for the New Year have. I'm unfortunately not. Anyway, my voice sounded and my mood in the absolute cellar.
He must therefore make do with coffee. He buys a cup after the other and says, "I drink coffee until my knapsack hurts that I do not drink more." Thus passes the time.
A new social worker comes in, the beautiful young woman in her wine-colored girly Kappu under a short, black-white-striped Skirt over a black jeans protrudes seems well to be responsible for construction workers. Good Choice. She has organized for the amusement of all present and builds a film in the canteen next door to a projector, which will throw its light on our rollable whiteboard - the former gangster is to his sound system.
Getting to and after all construction workers in the canteen and take a seat, the usual stench verteerter Jackets spreads. I sit in the back row, the other restaurant owners remain reading books and staring holes at their tables.
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| film. |
film! It is a German comedies , play them on a construction site. That was certainly meant well by the social worker. The workers are quiet even laugh a little, that's good for the heart and soul. Just between Christmas and New Year should be neuro-sedative but a little bit and not take everything so seriously.
The mood of the audience remains icy. And I hardly surprising. This movie is totally out of place and sets the great mountain dirt, the need to pile up the construction workers permanently in the freezing cold and borne on the pink icing on the cake.
Look here - so it can zugehn on a real construction site, there's fun Excitement and adventure - and after you have accomplished something. Too bad you have to go stale here in the camp. Now, however, recovered quickly back to your hall, is' still a long workday.
The construction workers must perish like a mockery, but presumably they are for far too jaded to think only in their next Teerzigarette and beer and liquor in the evening. So they look at least. And I see them day after day like.
But enough of Miesmuts - there hausmännisches lunch for 2 €, served, among others, the large bleached. I chose sausage with sauerkraut and potatoes, however, Mrs. W. would rather enjoy a noodle soup with Maggi.
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| reality |
After that, everything is washed well, trimmed, cleaned up the kitchen, mopped the floor. I explore during which the camp and find in the corridors of the hair department (one floor above us) a very nice corner and try to relax me there - does not work unfortunately.
To respond to me I open the window and break off huge, heavy icicles from the roof ...
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| Anpflocken here on the coat hook? |
13:20 clock - Mrs. W. makes cash check: our team has done just over 60 € profit in 4 working days between Christmas and New Year's Eve - the cost of thermal and non-human energy in the calculation.
is slow, the question is when do we do now closing time ... Of course, as always, clock 16:15, and not a minute sooner. Set
While the inmates are mentally out to sit for 2-3 hours to meaningless, I make out gradually the trash bags, waste containers are not very far away. When I try to just, in a plastic garbage container to create some more space, just come by an older man. I realize immediately that something was not with him true. Jacket? Hat? Walking upright? That is a civilian!
He gives the impression as if he had lost. I greet him kindly and ask him whether he was looking for something specific. Yes, he wants his granddaughter and my wife surprise social worker S. and visit them here at work. She said the other day that is to him that she is afraid of here, because she was in those four days, the supervision and transfer, therefore it must also remain to the end and close all doors.
I show him the way and our work sites, he makes a few interesting questions, also asks for my name. I appreciate so much attention and recognition, and just about the humanity.
A simple encounter with a very simple man - she sent me here saved the day. Just a short talk times with a normal person, without force ratio, without having to bend - that happened to me here are extremely rare.
I will continue blogging in the new year at this address, hopefully not quite as depressing as it is today.
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