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tale 90
the conscious German citizen Written by
Rainer: rainer.lehrer@yahoo.com Learn
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The conscious German citizen An old alarm clock from
grandfather's time rings. It doesn't need electricity, you have to wind it
up. Hans wakes up on his self-made bed. It's four o'clock. Now he has to milk
the cow and goat, then feed the pig, chickens, dog and cat. Before he goes to
the office, he lets the animals into the enclosed garden. The dog keeps watch
while he works. Then he drives off. The diesel
engine of his old Mercedes is humming. It should be checked and readjusted
again by the mechanic. It also loses oil. But Hans doesn't have time for
that now. He has to drive quickly to the city 50 km away. He works there as
an employee in the human resources department. If he doesn't hurry, he'll be
late. At 160, he takes the last curve to the motorway entrance. He had sworn to install as little
technology as possible on his hermitage, has a fountain instead of running
water, uses his car battery when he really needs a bit of lamplight, but
usually he goes to bed with the hens and gets up with the first crowing of
the cock on. He also heats with wood from his little grove. When he was late a couple of times
or couldn't drive to work in winter because the meter-high snow hadn't been
cleared from the roads, his boss suggested that he should at least put an
antenna on the roof to manage at least the most important things via the
Internet. He always leaves his cell phone in the office too because he needs
this contrast to the modern world. “Back to nature!” - was his motto back
then. And he has held out so far. He would have liked to force this
backward life on his children, but his ex-wife had been given the right to
bring up the children when they divorced and had moved back to the city. “There's
not even a vet here!” she had said. Now his daughter and son come to see him
every second weekend. Jasmin, the child's mother had fought for the name for
the daughter, he would have named her Krimhild or Brunhild, wanted to become
a beautician. His son Matthias, for him it would have been Siegfried, raved
about fast cars, the latest computer games and basketball. “At least say 'Korbball’!”
he kept telling him. His children don't like coming to
him and when they got an amulet for Christmas to protect them from evil
spirits, Jasmin, 16, burst out laughing and said that in a civilized country,
one couldn't dance around the torture stake anymore. His son, 15 years old,
thought his father was a little too old to play Indians. This mixture of
"green and brown" was a bit strange to him. However, he dropped the
idea of giving his father a hobbyhorse for his birthday when the latter
explained to him that the Germanic peoples hadn't used any horses. It was the
Hungarians who, after having finally climbed down from the tree a thousand
years later than the Germans, did not want to walk, but instead straight away
learned to ride in the steppes. In the office, he wears a suit,
tie and glasses. He leaves his conviction at home, so to speak, because he
has to finance it somehow. So not just “green and brown”, but also “colourless”? However, he hopes that the Teutons
will one day come back to their worthy size. You only need a strong leader,
Armin der Cherusker, Otto, Wilhelm and Hitler. |
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