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| Inca reflects on her childhood and youth. |
had actually thought I write down the life to be able to quickly, but then always came up when writing new memories, I was overwhelmed with emotion and had to handle this once in the head, before I could write at all. For example, the story of the knife attack that occurred in the third year in high school: In my class I had become an outsider because I am funny dressed, had long hair like a girl and listened to it all, dear Abba as AC / DC . In the classroom I sat apart from the boys, in front of the bank, which I shared with Katrina. We got along so well that we constantly talked to each other and were finally explained why. From then on I sat alone in the bank. Soon I was the target of numerous attacks of my classmates. In the break I was several times in the school yard upside down in a waste container put, and on the way home the boys were waiting on me. I was so scared that I took every noon a different way home and large detours. One day she caught me completely by surprise in front of our house. Luckily I managed to tear me to unlock the door and escape into the house. I had not yet closed the door, as a throwing knife landed at the door. A second earlier I would have felt the blade in my calf.
Another experience was the confirmation recreation of the church. We were in Paderborn, in an old castle-like hostel - I with eleven boys in a dormitory. The horror! I was sleeping in the bed-bound and the badgered all night. Especially Christian went to the confirmation of any rate.
five pages I've already filled with these and other experiences, and am just at the 18th Birthday arrived. I probably should cut today evening even more because he already wants to read whole novels about my life?
tomorrow!
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