tale 65 Sunday 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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Sunday He had been preparing for it for days. No, actually for months. Or better yet, for years. This big day when he would make his entry into the big world and higher society. At the age of 7, when his mother sent him to the dumpster with a bag full of garbage, he put on his best shoes and pants with a shirt, combed his hair in front of the mirror and hid the bag in his school bag so that the neighbours wouldn’t notice. That is why his family members only called him the Sunday child. This nickname was later changed to Mr. Sunday because he complained that he was still scolded as a child. He never invited his school friends home because he had to share his room with his brothers and sisters, actually only had one bed and half a cupboard. But there was order, every piece of clothing, even the socks and underpants ironed and carefully folded. If there was an event at school, he did not mention it at home for fear and preventing someone from his family from appearing there and thereby showing someone in the education centre where he really came from or how he actually lived. Yes, he was ashamed of his origin. From his uncle, who had been in jail for fraud and evasion, he learned tricks on how to make people believe that he was someone else or how to inspire confidence in them. A schoolteacher showed him the library and a number of books that should read. He looked at the long shelves with wide eyes, guessed that this would take years of study, and decided to listen to other people who would sum up all of this for him. He was generally lucky that most of the people, he came into contact with, had read less than he had and therefore could not control whether what he was saying was really true. He quickly learned that it was useful to approach the powerful ones because sooner or later, there were always a few crumbs falling off. But where did one find these rich, influential people? Of course in church, where the priest immediately gave advice on which political party to choose. He played the devout once a week with national symbols on his suit. As he got older, he desired to try out a man's feelings. However, he was too stingy to invest time and money in an acquaintance with a woman that none could be found. With the girls of his own social layer, he probably would have had a better chance if he hadn't looked down on them. Therefore, depending on what his wallet allowed, he found himself incognito in the cathouse. And today, on this big day, he should finally come out into the high society. At the opening of the new stadium, he had been asked to hold the scissors that the great leader was going to use to cut the ribbon to the entrance. Continue with tale 66!

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