So far, this was discuss the fact that I (is the population of the municipality of 1200), for 17 years (shortly after my birth), in a small, remote village of 600 inhabitants live. A beautiful, idyllic place, crouching in the valley lies dormant in front of him and offers some interesting sights. On the one were our very well-preserved castle from the Middle Ages, in the meantime by various modifications (in a crypt under the castle and a staircase in the keep, on top of which affords a spectacular view, were built) to has developed into a real cultural center and tourist attraction. The village is surrounded by this deep, especially for my fantasy works and my films are very inspiring forests and trees, offers many hidden, fascinating places. We also have a bank, a Chinese, an electrician, a clothing store (which proves to be very lucrative, why?) And 3 cafes by the whole village gathered Brut (more on that later).
mäandiert purpose, a sometimes raging river to a stream crescendo slowly through the village and divides it into two halves, which leads to a newly built bridge. To get to the city of Luxembourg, you have to go out of town in about 2 kilometers away to a remote bus stop or take a detour via bus and train.
A peaceful and isolated place, then, would assume - would not, as some residents.
I want below by no means the whole village reduced to them - there are many nice people (especially the older people and young adults), but my impression of my "home" has deteriorated over the years more and more, as you subsequently will see, and yesterday there was yet another reason to shake their heads and drove me also to write this blog entry. As a small child got
I, however, to a certain age with little of the circumstances here in the village - we moved a few weeks after my birth, so in 1993, our house here. My first memories of the village are impregnated with long, sunny walks, play areas and exploring the environment. But since we often into the city went to my grandparents, I was there too as at home as here, and my first playmate I met there, was there was in the crèche (that I still vague, but very happy memories - they are riddled with painting, games, sit in a circle and the first tentative contact with the literature) or in the home of friends of my parents. The latter the quarrels limited only to the theft of stuffed animals, otherwise I was drawn but always happy there.
the age of 5-6 years, ie at the peak of kindergarten, then I came first in contact with the village children. Most of my friends before starting school was a year older than me - and some of them had in their childhood sadistic tendencies. Now it may sound in different ears, an annoying moaning, but these experiences have been deeply imprinted in my memory and consolidate the basis for my dislike of the people here. It may be in my initial naivete and sensitivity (I preferred to play indoors and outdoors, was have lain dreaming and thought nothing of fights and brawls), frankly I got into these situations.
One boy, for example, where I was regularly visited to work when my parents were, took advantage of my gullibility of the frequently and he told me, My mother wanted me to slit with a knife. Then again, he threatened me again and again arrived, after my bike and sat on top of me to prevent me from running away. Typical squabbles between children, would assume - but the boy had a lot of other psychoses. In the 3rd class we went to Brussels on the occasion of an organized jointly by the EU project for the exchange between EU Member States, and there I had to share a hotel room with him. In addition to more irrelevant interfering land he withdrew entirely from the possibility and made approaches to masturbate on his bed. I was at the time been more enlightened in these matters, and yet his actions shocked me because of the sheer audacity and shamelessness. Maybe it was because that at his home the love affairs between one of his older sister and her boyfriend were living relatively open and his inhibitions were lowered significantly by this behavior.
In primary school I was a friend of 6 years in the same class and with almost everyone in the class - only it was only just a few of my closest friends; then again, for whatever reason, during the school fell into bullying schemes, and private home but only to the page showed that I respected them and not despised. But this is a separate chapter for itself, the only mitigation was the discovery on my part of the Internet (especially the Geolinoforum) and my entry to the school. Only there I found people with whom I shared the same interests and with whom I was also on a same wavelength.
The aforementioned boy is not an isolated case, there are many others in our village, which I certainly shed light in other blog entries a few will. A concrete example of the vorzuweisen conditions in the village, ask here for a description of our perfect family: the biggest brother of the family grew hemp plantations at home in the garden and was questioned by police taken then, the smaller brother consumed in spite of epileptic crises happily continue marijuana and poured masses of alcohol in the into it (most recently for his boozy birthday, the helicopter circled over the village to pick him up), whose younger sister, who was in our parallel class was at 17 pregnant and give birth a few months ago their first child, and the smallest 9, smokes and with heavy layers of make-up already kilo on their faces.
Another guy preaches the Benefits of Hitler, of prostitutes and of the job as a drug dealer because it was supposedly so easy, marijuana smuggled from Amsterdam to Luxembourg, another one has just for the attention and recognition in the school's sake oral sex with a truth-or-duty game his brother operated. These are just some randomly picked as examples of what is going on here again. Some stories are more amusing (like the woman who shared with her overweight friend had a car because she had been kicked out by their parents for lack of acceptance of her son in law), but most were only shocking or abnormal.
In our village, you just have a look at the road and the ears sharp, even the local TV is unnecessary as a messenger of human decadence.
Our house and our street is still a place of refuge, that I have many fond memories from a happy childhood (my goodness, not even an adult and I have already partially completed in a hint of resignation with her ...) associate - connects me just absolutely nothing, except for some exceptions, here with the people. I feel all over the world among other people happy and at home, not just here. Perhaps because of contacts with other countries in the holidays (although I would call France but almost as a second home) other is superficial and I here sit at the core of corruption, but perhaps also because it is really better elsewhere.
layer above mentioned brother with the epileptic crises sat yesterday in the cafe very health conscious with a beer, as again manifested an example of the friendliness in our village, and led me to arrange to write this blog entry. Two friends had passed on my part (this in another blog entry later), and we wanted to relax in the café and we approve a small drink. Even as we stood outside the door, we were hesitant to even know if we should go in yet. The whole drunken village youth (including those of my childhood days in had mistreated again and again) sat together there, staring us, same with discontent impregnated cows on. When we still the Café flows, it faced a phenomenon that I had to learn again and again: anyone who does not fit somehow into the scheme of village youth suggests, contrary to a palpable distrust - if it is groundless or not remains a mystery to me, and I do not know if my above mentioned Chraktereigenschaften they may interfere in any way, or carried away to such deeds, may explain this.
Another friend who accompanied us, said the presumption that people who are so "dressed in black" we were like, not so often see here in the area would. If this were the case, then of course it is terrific that it is only simple band sweatshirts and his music taste sentenced immediately.
When we vorbeibahnten our way to the disparaging glances, we came to a bottleneck in which two other descendants of these unfriendly village of species - from the epileptic with the crises of the completely intact family and a brutal thug, who had beaten his girlfriend already with crutches and she said to the child benefit for pregnant wanted - were sitting. We wanted to the back of the café, because no seats were free.
I came to a violent guy over and touched briefly with my shoe his foot. I slipped naturally instinctive "Sorry," and I continued my walk. Suddenly I heard his voice behind me, and I went through a scene of pure evil, in my heart still pumping blood through the veins with horror.
"Tell me, have not you forgotten something?"
I turned around, confused.
"What?"
about his voice lay down a path of aggression, which was pitched at me, the alarm bells.
"How do you say when someone finds there?"
"I've already apologized." I replied dry and swelled in me and anger at the slow the unfriendly tone.
"I have not heard. Say it again."
"I have said, why should I say it again?"
He leaned forward and drew his thoughts through gestures to his ear.
"What did you say?" Say that again. "
I shrugged and shook his head. One of my colleagues thought we had better go, and I agreed with him directly without having to think. The oppressive, aggressive atmosphere in the café almost killed me, and everything in me is hungry for a way out of this narrow, filled with smoke shack.
When I went outside, wanted to mark the unfriendly type again be alpha male, apparently in the belief that they have intimidated me, because I was drained from the conversation (but not primarily out of fear, as I at the time did not know who they are with him, but because I wanted to avoid controversy and no point in seeing hineinzusteigern me in the whole), and uttered a loud "boo" from. Completely unaware of the failed approach, I just shook his head, sighed and ran faster from the cafe.
This is just one example of a failed existence that takes even the most banal and harmless situation with both hands to his frustration over seemingly weaker play off and to imagine in thickness and in its pathetic pride to have someone driven out of the café wallows. Such there are many here.
get least some of them help in alcoholic homes. Oh, that's also still here.
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