Finally the time has come. The bell rings, not some bell is ringing the bell. Students get up, happy to have seen the end of the lesson, they are standing on, jumping almost on, grab a their school supplies.
The teacher goes with a brief greeting from the class. He knows that, for many years. It was different than ever before. When he was young, he was no different. He has not forgotten it, not like other teachers who have forgotten their youth.
Nena also stands up, grabs her things is glad to finally be able to stand up. She has had enough of school for today. She still has a lot to do. Soon there will be a test in math, but she has not yet learned. It is not her favorite subject. In math, it is in midfield. It does not difficult, but not easy. You must learn what makes her work and creating headaches.
"Where are you going?" asks her school neighbor.
"I have to go home," Nena says.
"And in the afternoon?"
"Soon is testing in math, because I still have to learn," answers Nena and sees her companion questioningly. She wonders what she wants just by her. but she knows that she has to learn.
"I thought that maybe we could meet?"
"Nadia, you know well that I am not the best at math! I have to work. Soon it will be the final and I would then see this house only from the outside. You can understand it?"
"I can, Nena. You take everything too seriously! Take it easy."
"You can do that, I do not. I want to study, you know, for that I need good grades and I also work."
Nadia shrugs.
"How would you like ..." Nadia is, allowed to stand Nena.
Nena does not care. She knows what she wants and she wants to study. She is ambitious, she wants to take up a profession that makes it fun. For this they have to work, work hard, that she knows and she does too.
Nena is a young girl, she has become just eighteen years of age, which was widely celebrated in her family. It was an exuberant celebration. Some school comrades had come. There was dancing, joking, father and mother looked away, leaving to go through everything. They were proud of their girl, who was so hard-working and they supported them actively in their enterprises, especially Nena was supported to go to university in their desire. Nena has many friends. The boys run after her as provisional dogs. The girls were happy because it does not specify all the others, even those who are not as beautiful as her, because she treats them equally. Nena there is no such difference, they judge only according to whether they get along with someone or not.
Nena is a young woman with brown hair, brown eyes flashing as the North Star. She is tall, has a high forehead, erotic curved lips. Your body is slim and beautifully shaped. This is no accident, she loves sports and she does daily exercises. Before she sits down in the afternoon with their homework, she runs a lap. She does this to 'get a clear head' her.
Nena is the only child of Harry and Gerda. Her two parents have known each other a long time. They have gone to school together, were friends. They have lot of things together. In summer, during the holidays, they went swimming. Since a gravel pit was not far from their homes. Mostly, they were not alone other children came to swim, because there was always a lot of fun.
On Sunday, Harry and Gerda went to church, as the part. They were very religious, faith also lived. Now, after many years, they still have this penchant for faith. They hang a cross on the wall, in the living room, in front of the two kneel and pray to God. Nena that is not particularly pleasant, it has to kneel and pray before going to school or coming from it. If the mother applies the food is prayed. Most of the father carries the word. Protect "Thank you God that you have given us this meal to us, guide us through this day Make my daughter Nena gets a good score is that it provides the numerus clausus, that they. can study. "
But Nena know that God can and her in its audits not help would not do it, even if it would have been possible. The numerus clausus only they themselves create, through work, learn from and not by praying.
Nena's life in the family is not easy. She lives in a different world, a modern world, an open-minded world. Religion plays in Nenas life a role, but not the one she plays with her parents. Nena there are religious, at home, in the city, at school, in politics, but for them religion is not the predominant problem. Nena knows and makes no distinction between religions, which has earned her many scolding from their parents. You do it but not much, she knows that she is in the right.
Her father Harry is because quite different. He was born after the war. His father was a former Wehrmacht soldier, and afterwards he was always proud. He told Harry of this great guy who camaraderie, the victims will. He told his son often and much of the war, which he had done everything great. Unfortunately, the war was not as expected as he had desired. For Nenas Grandpa's world collapsed when he realized and had to recognize that the superman was asleep by the subhuman. For him, there was no concentration camps, no people destruction that was all victories propaganda.
Nena has not really met her grandpa. At the tender age of three he died. The grandfather had a field estellt that rose that blossomed and that was his son Harry. Harry had everything his father told him and claims had been laced as breast milk. He took it all as he was told, he had investigated before. With Zyklon B, he could not do anything in gas chambers, he began to laugh, did these as Soviet propaganda. Harry always says: "We lost the war because there have been many who have not done their duty, we were surrounded by traitors When I see pictures today as they hang on the gallows, then I know that they are not in vain.. hang in there. "
Harry joined a 'right' party, a party for real men. He saw himself as the protector of Western culture, to attack the Muslims. If he hated anything, the people were who look different when he and his party colleagues. Strangers were anathema to him. Foreign workers, which was then still and were needed, he hated to the death.
"They come here to take our jobs away, sleeping with women ... to go back to their homes, the shoes pull out and walk back barefoot through the sand. We can teach them any culture ... that are easy to stupid."
And now many refugees coming into the country. Many women wear a headscarf, an Abidjan or some other cloth that covered her face, her head. Harry makes the insane! As strangers come to dress in his country so as they are used to. Impossible! And Harry knows the answer. Gerda he says: "These women with headscarves I can not stand What do these women just what they think This is not This is oppression, the women are oppressed in our culture that is not acceptable.?!. the headscarf should be banned! We want the freedom of the woman! "
And if Nena objection that their grandmother wore a headscarf, Harry did so with a derogatory gesture from.
"This is something completely different. The grandmother has a low profile because she was cold. These Muslim women cover their heads, because it dictates their religion that way. This is dictatorship that we can not accept. It does not work that must to change."
"But Dad, even the nuns wear a headscarf! The open society in which we thought we were, more and more into question is asked, if we want to control the interaction with other cultures alone and don'ts to approach each other without any willingness."
"You do not understand!" the father yells at her. "What are you studying in school? Do you also want to be Muslim? There are so many out if we are not careful, we will soon. Have a Muslim government, the only come here to us to take everything away."
"Dad, that still are refugees!" says Nena.
Also does not accept Harry. "They run it. Granted, they have war. Well, we had too, but no one has run away. Your Grandpa's stayed there, fought until the fall, as it has wanted the leader. He survived. He has the country rebuilt. And these refugees? What do they do? they run away. for us it is nice because getting everyone to have ever done something without something. "
Nena, it is impossible to change her father.
"Violent and sexual offenses are on the rise! While burglaries and car thefts in 2016 dropped again, the police reported sexual harassment at about 650 to 700 cases, a rise by an alarming 55 percent. The reason the police leads to the increased influx of foreigners on. What do you say? is not that clear? They're nothing but criminals! the have to go back, we do not need! "
Harry is out of breath. He only needs to breathe, then he goes on talking. "This is a completely false growth we need limited and selective -. Definitely not Muslim -.. Immigration To reduce crime and reducing socio-political upheavals and creating affordable housing This is the job we have and we do not lose sight of allowed to."
"It's about integration! The rights do not want interaction and all other watch! Since the open society remains then! Let's see when understand the alleged left-wing parties that one can fight right propaganda and not take part, because of a few votes. The people hear nothing but the discriminatory nonsense of the right, which should then believe? "
"You're hired against us! You want to lose your freedom, I do not and your mother either. We are defending our culture that we want to protect and give up under any circumstances."
Thus the discussion is finished.
Gerda, Nena's mother was never particularly noticed. Even as a teenager she was a girl among many. At school she was no light, they also did not have his, her parents said it was a girl who does not take much to know that she should only look after the kitchen, children and household.
Gerda was a stocky woman, not fat, but strong. Maybe it was what Harry liked about her. Her husband Harry, who had married her, could have other women, but no, he has taken them! Which had remained for Gerda always been a mystery. Harry was a Hühne by a man. Big, strong, with broad shoulders and narrow hips. He could have had any girl, but he had chosen her. Now, after so many years, was from the narrow hips nothing left. He was fine, he had scheduled a belly. Not great, but if he were not careful, it could be a real belly.
They had married, much to the displeasure of the other women. Gerda had been happy when Harry had led them to the altar. She was been in white, her father had been the best man. Her mother wept with happiness.
Gerda's parents were, as it is now, Catholics. Arch-conservative. She had taken all this from their parents. For Harry it was as well. Gerda and Harry existed a God who looked down on them, taking care of them. They lived this belief.
In marriage, it was often a bit different. Harry took her on their wedding night, brutal, without question, without a lot of talking, regardless. Harry had been her first and her only husband. She was surprised by this attack. She would have imagined tender, but he took it and threw it on the bed, which had already been prepared, tore her clothes off, threw himself on it and took it. Harry was strong, much too strong for that they would have been able to defend. Soon it was all over, she was crying and Harry was upset that Gerda wept. This Nena was born.
Her life was monotonous. She did not work, had only to do in the house. Harry said that it is for a woman not lawful to go to work, perhaps staring there from other men. So she stayed home. A lot of them had nothing to do. The house was not big by staying. It was on the outskirts, as prices had still been affordable.
Nena soon went to school because Gerda had to do even less. she had girlfriends hardly any, but she was too conservative and that was rejected by the women of the surrounding houses. They meidete also the other women, men, this family was scary. Not that she would have been afraid, no, that does not, but they were always looking for answers in the Bible. The neighbors were Catholic, they went to church, so as it should be, in society, but they went up out listened to the sermon, went back, forgot the part and lived their lives as before.
Much more can not be said of Gerda. She lived next to Harry, not with it, but next to him. She had become inconspicuous, maybe they had always been there. she had added. She had become thick, Harry bothered. He would have liked a beautiful slim woman he could not have, but he had this old, fat hag. That put to him. Although he knew that he had become comfortable and thick, but he saw it to be thick as his privilege to. Finally, it was he who went to work, brought the coals home and not Gerda. If he had dared, he would have thrown it, but he had married her and he had sworn to love her until his death. But he hated the Bible.