Life or just existence E-Book

Wagner Eduard

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Serie: Leben
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Seitenzahl: 103

Beschreibung

It may well be that the book turned out to be a bit hearty, what is described there, but everything happened as it is stated there. Sure, there are a lot of memoirs and these are perhaps the ones where you could say it was a normal life, but this is also the view of how I experienced my existence. But that doesn't mean that I blame anyone in my environment or the like, but all of this is based on my own decisions. At the time, I couldn't judge whether they were right or wrong, but only afterwards. 95% of the time I made up my mind to do it. Whether or not I would have been told something is a different question. But what will certainly be with me until the end of my life, in whatever form, is that a person thinks of another with character assassination in order to perhaps give his career an impetus. If at that time facts and not estimates had been passed on as facts from finance to the judiciary, my life would probably have taken a different course. Even if it was found from this cause that I was guilty of some legal violations, I am convinced and that until the end of my life that I am innocent. I decided to protect my son with my approach. You may think what you want now, I have decided on the right path for myself, otherwise my son might no longer be alive today. I can't necessarily answer whether I'm happy with my current life or not, because I think that's a very personal point of view. I am happy. Why? On the one hand, my existence is now going quietly in contrast to what I was already able to experience, on the other hand I am very happy that I was able to get rid of my addiction that had accompanied me for over 3 decades. I don't know how that happened in 2014. Was it a higher power or was it that I was closer to suicide than I wanted to admit to myself. Anyway, I won't question it. Perhaps the whole thing that I am giving is an experience that could be of use to one or the other. But that doesn't mean that I condemn what I would have experienced, no, on the contrary. In the meanwhile, six decades of life there have certainly been wonderful moments and the birth of my son comes to mind among others.

Leseprobe

Table of Contents

Preface

December 1959 home

September 1966 school

September 1970 high school

September 1971 boarding school

August 1972 weekend house

Year 1972 to 1974 First kiss

Winter 1975 sale

September 1977 apprenticeship

September 1978 First apartment

May 1978 color blindness

October 1980 Federal Army

September 1980 profession

January 1988 employed by father

September 1992 self-employment

November 1988

Autumn 1995

July 1998 vacation

August 2000

1990 - 1991 apartment

1980 – addiction

June 2001 bankruptcy

2000 magistrate / finance

March 2006 death of my father

March 2006 extortion

December 13, 2006

2006 to 2011 all about care

May 2011 Neocathomenat

April 2012 prison sentence

Dismissed December 10, 2012

December 24, 2014 end

February 2016 normal life

Fall 2015 dance events

Family

Friends

Partnerships

Neo-Catholic end

Customers

Résumé

Preface

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

December 1959 home

At the end of 1959 I saw the light of day in Vienna, although I was there but can hardly remember it. Came as the second born, my brother was already 6 years old in a Danube Swabian family. To explain my origins: At the end of the Second World War, my parents were expelled from what is now Serbia by partisans at gunpoint and their lives were threatened. Since they belonged to the group of ethnic Germans (Danube Swabians), their mother tongue was German, which meant that they could also speak Serbo-Croatian. Their ancestors were currently settled by Prinz Eugen in what was then Yugoslavia in order to strengthen the infrastructure there, which they also succeeded in doing. In the turmoil of World War II, they were then driven out by partisans from both the north and the south with the threat of their lives. By this time, they had achieved prosperity and reputation, where there was no hostility whatsoever between the Yugoslavs living there and the German-speaking population. My parents and their family were welcomed in 1944 with the words: What are you doing there? Why do you speak German so well? Sneak your way home. At that time, it was just the reception of "foreigners". One can no longer imagine today. Well back to me. Had an easy childhood, at least until I was 10 years old. My father pursued his trade that he had already learned in Serbia and my mother was, as was still the custom back then, a housewife. As far as my parents' means would allow, I got everything from toys to bicycles and the like. In the summer, I went to a guesthouse in southern Lower Austria every year with my brother and my mother for two to three weeks. My father, since he had to work during the week for financial reasons, came to us on Friday by moped and stayed until Sunday. It should be noted that my father only got his driver's license in 1972. At that time, I also got to know a family who lived near the pension. There were two daughters in this one, one five years younger and the other one year older. Means the older one has already met me with diapers.

September 1966 school

Start of my school career. In elementary school I was in an all-boys class. A graduate of the then Pädag 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 shocked me at the time. At the beginning of my school day, I came to my mother and told her the following: You, mother, the teacher painted her fingers bright red. How can you do something like that? The background was that the teacher Ulrike had only painted her fingernails, which was not common 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 very good grades besides painting and drawing. But I also had respect for the teacher, who punished offenses with "standing in the corner". The way to school, back then everything was still on foot, was always a challenge, because there were always one, two or three school colleagues with whom you could juggle on the sidewalk.

September 1970 high school

After I kept dreaming of the dream job “doctor” at this age and my primary school certificate was accordingly, my parents registered me in the high school in the neighboring district. In 1969, my father had returned his trade license for the repair of soda water bottles because it was no longer profitable and he subsequently turned to a new job, namely selling newspapers. That means he sold the largest daily newspaper in our country as a colporteur in the evening until around 11 p.m. Since this was halfway profitable, my mother also started selling newspapers. With this they could save themselves a lot of money over the years, both of us, that is my brother and I, well-being was not neglected. Well, now I was in the first grade of the humanistic high school. On Mondays there was always math and English one after the other. Well that went halfway for a while, but after a while I got sick and my parents wrote me a confirmation that I was sick. But since the teaching staff did not take this paper from me, I kept it. Now Monday with English and math became more and more repugnant to me, so I got the idea to go “blue” on one or the other Monday and not go to school. I then produced the confirmation that I was sick myself with my parents' signature. Good or not, it went on for a while, but all of a sudden, my parents got a summons to come to school. Of course, they were asked about my missing days and the resulting grades and they were accordingly surprised or disappointed in me. The consequence of this was that the school condemned me to a “cataclysm” (4 hours of writing punishment alone in school). To the best of my knowledge, this type of punishment no longer exists today. Finally, the school year ended with two fives. So that means I had to repeat the 1st class, as was still required at the time.

September 1971 boarding school

After this decisive event for me, the family council met in the form of my parents and my seventeen-year-old brother. It would have to be sent in advance that my father was in a German-speaking boarding school for a few years during his school days in Serbia. Thus, advice was given to which school I should go on. Since when I was 11, of course, I had no idea or only limited what was in store for me, I had to accept the decision of the family council. But since I was baptized Protestant from birth, my registration at Catholic boarding schools, such as school brothers in Strebersdorf, was not accepted. This decision meant that I went to a boarding school in the 13th district, which also included a humanistic grammar school. I struggled with this decision on the part of my parents for a long time, because I was more or less locked up there from Sunday evening to Saturday noon. If I had “broken” something during the week, there was of course no outcome on the weekend either. Fortunately, that was rarely the case in the 13th district. One thing was interesting in this house, because the head of this institution was the grandson of Adalbert Stifter (his name was the same). This director was an avid pipe smoker, where the smoke could be smelled all over the building and, with increasing intensity, we knew that danger was imminent. I spent 3 years at Himmelhof, that's how the boarding school there was named. Then I moved to the boarding school of the same name in the 2nd district with the same tutor Franz. There, however, the customs were the same as in the 13th district. That means, if there were misconduct on my part during the week, I was involuntarily allowed to spend the weekend with punishment in the boarding school. Since the supervision there wasn't very much and I have of course also gotten older, there were often weekends in the boarding school. At that time, at the age of 13, I made the acquaintance of cigarettes, which also resulted in me being forced to stay in the home. This acquaintance with nicotine has remained with me to this day. The whole thing went reasonably well up to the 4th grade and then we got a Carinthian teacher in biology who had just finished her studies. For us students between the ages of 14 and 15, of course, she was a challenge in terms of puberty, because she was a pretty woman with a corresponding figure. So, I let myself be carried away to a statement during the lesson that earned me the worst grade of conduct. In addition, I also collected the worst grades in various objects, so that I had to repeat the 4th grade. This had succeeded and so, since this was no longer taught in the house, I had to go to the 5th grade of the humanistic grammar school in the neighboring district. Since I still wanted to become a doctor, I assumed I would use ancient Greek, as I also liked the Latin language very much. It was interesting at the time that I ended up in a mixed class for the first time, but there were only 6 girls and the rest of the boys. In the first semester I was still a little eager to learn, but since I didn't like ancient Greek at all, the grades looked accordingly. Only with this subject it was not enough and so I would have to repeat the class, only that was no longer possible at the time. So, my parents decided, since I was now 17 years old, to start an apprenticeship. When I was about 16, when I was still in boarding school, I was approached by Ernst, who was the son of a friend of my mother's, whether I might not want to go to folk dances every Friday evening. That was of course a difficult undertaking at the boarding school, as it was not always the case that going out from there. In the end, I was finally allowed to go out on Friday from 6pm to 10pm. The folk dancing took place in the home of the Danube Swabians in the 3rd district. When I first got there, I found about 30 young men and women, of which I was one of the youngest. A native Danube Swabian introduced himself to me as the leader, who rehearsed the folk dances with us. But since I was a decidedly anti-talent when it came to dancing, this man also had his difficulties