Memories of Heidelberg Memories of you and of this beautiful time because I always dream to. A Song, Although that is not from my generation, but if I remember back to my youth, then comes to me this song to mind. The 1980er/90er years have been exciting for us, not only that policy changes took place and historical upheavals, providing us with 15 Years were relatively indifferent, we have grown up in a time, developments where personal, physical and spiritual nature are progressed so quickly, as the technical development. So I've learned stenography, but at the same time operate a computer,. Or are we still played with Barbie and the next moment about Dr. Giggled summer.
It happened so many new and unexpected things, that are as unique and were, that these little things, it must be worth, to be reminded.
1993
Not only Heide Schmidt this year was a revolutionary, where they split off the Liberals forum by the former FPÖ under Haider. At least I have the time in which I felt incredibly brave tried the system, to corrupt the former system and teacher education requirements expected. In five years I have Handelsakademie to articles, Get reports and all other written submissions in teaching German trade all kinds of assessments, that exist in the school system, judged from very good to not enough to not. Did not assess my essay on the “Love”, where I decorated the first page with a miserably long introduction, countless blank insert sheets, which were not described, order on the last page with the lyrics of “A white paper aphid, is scho hours since vur me …” to end. It is especially now still a sensational feeling to know, I just do not let me bend. My personal highlight was the year 1993, I had to keep a German-refert. Actually, I can not say today, why I did it, what have I done. I was the one sour, unhappy and destructive, which was certainly at puberty. I had to choose a book from the literature and speak about. I did not want, I wanted to show, I'm not underestimating, I'm different. So I gave a presentation on a book, that has never been written, thought of me, without, that someone should notice it. The only reference was the name of the fictional author “Marianne Bert” to my initials and the only 2 People, were informed, were my 2 Girlfriends. The story I had in my head and I roughly sketched on a sheet of paper.
It was about the relationship between a 16 year-old girl to a young woman, which had met in a therapy group. Both live on the search for life, and with the aim happy without complications. The young woman was repeatedly abused by her stepfather and also their mate choice reflected these experiences again. The young girl with little self-confidence and the constant conflicts in the classroom and at home meets the young woman and feels attracted to her life story.
The assessment with a lot of good / satisfactory, I had with neither book nor knew anything to report about the author. But there was no questioning, no doubt there is suspicion. I had made it. There was relief and success in a, what I felt then.
It was not until after high school 1995 I told my German professor, I've done time. She could not believe it and asked also, how I got an idea, nevertheless was able to laugh about it and maybe it was even a little proud of myself, because I'm not exactly gone the simplest and easiest way to a school, the standards and regulatory compliance wished.
Music was my first love and it will be my last
Music of the future and music of the past. (John Miles, 1976) In the next part of my history and memories I dedicate myself to music. Music was a constant companion in my life, mainly influenced by my father, with a bandwidth of Boney M, Abba, Beatles, Stones, Black Sabbath, James Last and Ernst Mosch covering all genres. With his love for music and the changing almost yearly Roland, Hammond organs and Techniccs music was just always available in our household during.
Also, membership in the book club Danube country supported the passion for music at home tooth bending and established himself as the first CD is a collection of some 100 CDs (In the late 1980s). My father was always of the opinion, I'm musically, since I was a baby in playpen for Paloma Blanca (George Baker Selection, 1976) I danced to the rhythm. I've tried from the elementary school any musical instrument – Piano, Guitar, Melodica, Drums, … – and I failed kläglichst, I was just too lazy, to learn notes. Only in the song, I found my calling, so I could excel in some musical education roles and school concerts.
But the times were much more exciting and Begnungen, where music has simply left a lasting impression, that when we hear a song today, Images are brought to life again, Are feelings abruptly in front of a, Smells and tastes are just as.
1988 we had in the lower level a proper disco, with black light, Disco ball and music system, regular visits at lunch or during the afternoon classes. This room was sensational and has seen so many broken hearts and toes. Exalted dances was a vogue in the 1980s and we also had our Samantha Foxes, one hand, Susanne, at least had the hairstyle of her and Tanja their physical development and both had their dance moves on it perfectly, was particularly popular with the boys of the class “Touch me”.
In this disco I almost had a “We-go-now-together” Relationship. To Richard Sanderson “Reality” Michael and I led-depth discussions on the subject “stupid bimbos and Bragging Bubis” and when I asked the question, with whom he would go from the class, The answer came with Tanja and me. In his counter-question I answered with Martin and with him (if he could name two, I was also the). Fact was and is, that we went out of the disco and had nothing. For a brief moment we open our hearts. The beauty was, that we are still very well understood until the end of school.