All young girls like to be dressed well, if it is possible in the style
it is present by the most of all.
Sometimes I must laugh about the time when I was grown up.
Of course the children at school were dressed well, but others like me
were out of the running.
Oh yes, if my sisters and me have had a coat - we could have been happy,
if we have had shoes for winter - we could have been happy- but we have
For children it is embrassing, disgraceful to be one of those who have nothing.
Even nothing really means nothing.
Often we had just two pullovers in winter time, normal shoes, and the way to
school was long - and it was a privileg
to be able to visit school.
For my sisters and me school was the much better place than our home.
If children have to go to bed without food
without the care of parents
without any neighbour who would have been interested whats going
on next door,
they have their own fights.
It was a privileg for us to lay in hospital, have a warm place,
something to eat...
No, not for us! For my sisters. It makes a big different if
somebody is really sick or he/she was brought there because
the parents didn´t have any plan to bring up their kids.
So my sisters were sent home early, but one child has to stay there long
intervalls, this was me.
Time in hospitals is terrible for children, terrible if nobody comes there to talk,
to show that such child is loved and missed.
This was normal to me too.
It was also normal, that my sisters could go out to play and I had mostly
to stay at home, mostly in the smallest room. We all had no toys and if, so
the eldest had enough nous to hide it from the younger sisters.
I don´t remember one moment, that one of my sisters hugged me or
There wasn´t a time to hug, there was the time to come through life.
Everything one of us has got to eat, it was eaten in the same moment, to
must not share it because we were hungry.
If one of us has got something special from neighbours, school, ...
my parents often sold it. The only gift I remember I have got was at one
Christmas day - a normal exercise book, and it was taken away the next day
by my parents to save it if one of my sisters could maybe need it at school.
It isn´t easy to be not perfect. Sisters and other children can be very cruel
against persons who are handycapt. So it was clear, that I always was the one
who was suppressed.
This was normal too, and I always was the one, who was beside the whole family.
The years from the past weren´t close to acceptance.
Sisters and brothers - I don´t know them anymore although some
of us have had contact - we never have found closeness,
too different are the developements.
We are living in a time where consumption is important for the
most humans. They don´t realize, that this consumption has brought
us on one side much advantage, but on the other side so much
It is possible to buy really cheep clothes - but they are made
often from other humans they cannot exist with their income.
Children are working for "our happiness".
In the part of the world it is called "civilization" we have enough
to eat. Some of us grasp, that it isn´t needed to eat too much meet.
Animals are hold in unworthy situations.
We do not exact know which food is natural, which not.
But many humans from the "western Earth" turn their heads
away from this facts.
Children are unhappy because they have "everything":
nice clothes, food, they MUST go to school, .......
and the same children become sick from food, from the pollutants,
from mobbing at school, from the lost closeness to their parents -
because their parents love them so much, that they often forget that the
perfect clothes, technics, second cars in the real aren´t needed.
These parents push away that from one moment to the next
everything can change, that their children can become sick, that
the freedom isn´t freedome - it doesn´t need so much that
the peace in our countries isn´t secure.
At the end they are shocked if juvenils demage their illusions -
as we must read more and more...
I ask myself if it is always needed
to make bad experiences
to find then the right view what it is important or not.
The talk with my neighbour, she is seventeen, last night, has reminded
me on the time, when I was a girl with the same clothes as more than
fifty children, in a time it wasn´t important, which look we had, but it
was important to have any
. It was important for us that just one person
cared about us.
This juvenil has a perfect outlook, but she has one thing
more too: she cares. She cares about her oncle he has one handycap. She
don´t accept that others hurt him. She is standing up against those who
discriminate him, she has the right view - and she reminded me on my children
they have to put in so much because their mother often was discriminated,
if it were on the street, in hotels, wherever, because she wanted to be
dressed like others, but it was shown then, that she has a handycap.
My children, and this young lady, have made the experience, and their
hearts are bigger then those, who are turning their heads.
With all my love for my children and those, who are able to accept