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It should have been nothing but my kid's birthday. It was one if these days, though.

First of all, I worked approximately 14 hours with hardly any breaks. Why would I do this? Being a works council member in social work, I have to deal with more shit imaginable, and yesterday the confirmation came to my knowledge that this inhuman shark calling himself our employer is working against my colleagues and me by openly founding a second company with even worse working conditions, and letting us bleed to death.

Then I learned my Ex had a heart attack. Which affects also the kids, and the rest of the patchwork family. My mother went straight into a massive panic attack, leading to symptoms of her own special heart attack. And on top of everything, my kid, not being able to enjoy her birthday, had to deal with the aftermath of another eating disorder attack, while my best friend, still being in massive pain, was literally kicked out of a London hospital after an operation, probably because she is on NH and did not pay cash.

On this very day, some rotten criminals had to flood Wikipedia's servers bringing it down. May these excuses for human beings from now on be in pain every day, may their employer (or if haven't got one, they themselves each other) treat them like slaves, may their mothers suffer each single day of their lives, may their kids have serious diseases, may their friends, if they have any, be gone for good because the doctors refused to treat them.

If anyone attacks again the one organisation that brings mankind together, and forward, by giving out free and valid information, they should all die of a heart attack. Instantly. After one of these days, of course!

Steht es schon fest, frage ich mich
Traue mich kaum zu planen
Ich kenne ja nicht den Tag
Stelle mir manchmal was Vages vor
Teils froh, teils ängstlich deswegen

So manches Mal rätsele ich schon
Eines Tages dann wird es so weit sein
Nicht bereit, den Moment zu bestimmen
So noch nicht jedenfalls
Eines Tages werde ich es wissen


(C) 2019

Heute wieder der ganze Briefkasten voller Werbung, denkt Adele. Wird immer schlimmer!

Seit sage und schreibe 64 Jahren wohnt sie in dem Haus. Viele sind ein- und wieder ausgezogen. Ihr Mann ist gestorben. Die Tochter ist auch schon lange weg. Sie aber ist geblieben. Seit ihre Eltern ihr die Wohung überlassen hatten, ist sie die Mieterin. Hier wird man sie nur mit den Füßen zuerst raustragen, denkt sie oft.

Die anderen haben Schilder an ihren Briefkästen. Keine Werbung. Gab's das früher auch schon? Kann mich nicht erinnern.

Sie nimmt die Kataloge, kostenlosen Zeitungen und die Werbeflyer aus ihrem Briefkasten.

Wenigstens kriege ich Post.

Hey you
Behind your curtain
Peeking down on me
Too scared to show yourself
Hiding from the world
Taking part only by spying on others
Not knowing what it feels like
To be seen
To be known
To be cared for
To see
To know
To care
I pity you


(C) 2019