tale 64 were do you come from Written by Rainer: rainer.lehrer@yahoo.com Learn languages (via Skype): Rainer: + 36 20 549 52 97 or + 36 20 334 79 74

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Where are you from? This damn village at the end of the world, these poor, drunken peasants and gypsies. Why had she agreed to come here? It was her professor's request. She had given her consent only with reluctance. But she hated it every day, every lesson. There wasn't even a bookshop here, behind the moon. The priest preached nonsense on Sunday and then courted her, the village teacher. There was no life here; it was the deepest Middle Ages. But she persevered, not because she wanted to, but because she had promised it her teachers, and supporters, in the hope that she would eventually teach at the university. Now she was thirty and the first wrinkles were visible on her face. And again, one of these pupils had done something that upset the teacher. She screamed and ordered the child to come to the desk to punish it terribly. It came forward slowly and trembling. The whole class was silent. Everyone was waiting for the approaching end of the world because they saw how the teacher was storming. When the little one arrived in front of her, the girl put her little hands protectively in front of her face. The seconds grew long, something unexpected happened. The teacher sat down and looked blankly in the corner. Nobody could guess what was going through her head now. She saw herself. As a little girl with small hands to protect her face and trembling all over because she was afraid of the teacher. But he hadn't punished her, only looked at her and told her to come to him in the afternoon. At the first meeting, she was pretty scared. While the others were playing outside in the courtyard, she had to learn with the teacher. It seemed like a punishment to her. Slowly she understood the school material, after two years became the best in class, then went to high school and into a class with a teacher to whom her first class teacher had sent her. The latter continued to study with her, then to university, again to a professor to whom the second class teacher in high school had sent her. And then, she became a teacher too. But until now, until now, she hadn't understood why these teachers had done this to her, why they had sacrificed their time for her, what they expected of her. It was a mystery to her why her supporters had just asked her to spend her time behind the moon. Wasn't she good enough to teach at university among academics and do great things? All of this was going through her mind now as the anxious child stood in front of her. She had been just like her. She also had needed a start. Or maybe it was the story of her mother, grandmother, or great-grandmother. Someone had started and created the future for the next generation. It sounded like a bad communist novel. It was just humanity. Even in the Bible, it couldn’t have been explained better. Now it was clear to her. Continue with tale 65!

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