Is also a life E-Book

Wagner Eduard

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

 It may be that some people think that this is not life. But sometimes you get into situations where it's not easy to get out of it. But you should always think about whether you are on the right path or whether you could do something differently. Since I didn't always take this into account, my life turned out accordingly. So I can't blame anyone. 

Leseprobe

Eduard Wagner

Is also a life

It may be that some people think that this is not life. But sometimes you get into situations where it's not easy to get out of it. But you should always think about whether you are on the right path or whether you could do something differently. Since I didn't always take this into account, my life turned out accordingly. So I can't blame anyone.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Am I satisfied?

Eduard Wagner 2017

Foreword

You can look at it any way you want: Is this a memoir or is it just a sequence of events in my life? I would like to say that at the time I experienced this, I thought it was the right thing to do. I hardly had any advice from relatives or friends as to whether this was right or not. But it was always a question of whether I would have taken them into account. Of course, in the course of the following pages, there are always places where I am on the edge of legality. But since these were some time ago and I personally stand by what I did or didn't do at the time, I don't see any problems if these consequences arise. Whether this is a fulfilled or happy life is not up to me, but to the reader, but I will draw a conclusion about it in the end.

Family 1970

December 1959 Parental home

At the end of 1959 I saw the light of day in Vienna, I was there, but I can hardly remember it. Came as the second-born, my brother was already 6 years old at the time in a Danube Swabian family. To explain my ancestry: My parents were expelled from what is now Serbia by partisans at the end of the 2nd World War by force of arms and at the risk of their lives. Since they belonged to the group of ethnic Germans (Donauschwaben), their mother tongue was also German, which means that they could also speak Serbo-Croatian. Their ancestors were currently settled by Prince Eugene in the former Yugoslavia in order to strengthen the infrastructure there, which they also succeeded. In the turmoil of the 2nd World War, they were then expelled from both the north and the south by partisans at the risk of their lives. Up to this point, they had achieved prosperity and prestige, where there was no hostility between the Yugoslavs living there and the German-speaking population. My parents (12 and 12 years old, respectively) were welcomed. 14 years) and their family in 1944 with the words: What are you doing there? Why do you speak German so well? Sneak home. It was just the reception of "foreigners" at that time. It's hard to imagine today. Good back to me. Had a carefree childhood, at least until I was 10 years old. My father pursued his trade, which he had already become acquainted with in Serbia, and my mother was, as was customary at that time, a housewife. As far as my parents' means permitted, I got everything I could from toys to bicycles and the like. In the summer, I went with my brother and my mother to a guesthouse in southern Lower Austria for two to three weeks every summer. My father, as he had to work during the week for financial reasons, came to us on Friday with the moped and stayed until Sunday. It should be noted that he did not get his driver's license until 1972. The reason for this was that he had already started selling newspapers and of course that was no longer so easy with a moped. At that time, I also met a family who lived near the guesthouse. There were two daughters, one five years younger and the other one year older.

September 1966 School

Beginning of my school career. In elementary school, I was in an all-boys class. A graduate of the former pedagogy introduced herself as a teacher. She was about 25 years old and a beautiful woman as far as I could tell at that age. I can still remember an anecdote that had shocked me quite a bit at the time. At the beginning of my school years, I came to my mother and told her the following: You, Mom, the teacher has painted her fingers all bright red. How can you do something like that? The background was that teacher Ulrike had only brushed her fingernails, which was not yet an everyday occurrence for me at that time. I think my mother turned to the side at the time and probably had to smile, then explained to me what that was all about. Well, I graduated from elementary school with quite passable grades except for painting and drawing. But I also had respect for the "Mrs. Teacher", who punished offenses with "standing in the corner". The way to school, at that time everything was still on foot, was always a challenge, because there were always one, two or three schoolmates with whom you could wrestle around on the sidewalk.

That's how well-behaved I looked back then