I kept trying to tell myself that this November started well: I got my first luxus weekend gate-away near a lake; my obtenting of German C1 level certificate (School-ditching finally paid off! And I can go to university with it.), Obama became the new president of the US; we got a bigger classroom in my school and I love my new scarf --- I shouldn't be finding myself at the verge of snapping.
We heard from the highest court(KG) today, as I got the call, I decided to cut my lunch short and see the document. Sitting in a restaurant and waiting for my espresso, I didn't realize my hand that held the paper was actually shaking until it was seized. The judge wanted me to further prove that my student card from Strasburg was real, I was accepted in a program there, and my German class in Nice truly happened. Here is the thing: the judge had ALL the photo copies of the documents above, my student card from Strasburg comes with a bar-code, it was stamped, I sent her also the acceptance letter from the university, stamped, signed (because it was real), and my German class in Nice's prove was written in GERMAN!
What do you want next? Show you that my jean size in Germany is 34 but it is 36 in France? Or have you lost my photo copies? In that case, let me help you to remember, these paper are between your Whiskey flash and cocktail mixer on the south-side of your office. You might happen to leave them there before your vacation because you told my lawyer that the decision was made, the verdict was positive two weeks ago, and what has changed? Your one-night-stand during the vacation wasn't good enough? He never called you back as he promised? (or she) If not, is this becoming personal? Because it SHOULDN'T. You are the supreme judge from the supreme court, you should know this better than anyone else. If this is the case maybe you should get a new job, for example a private insurance salesman (or woman to be politically correct) it'd be ethical to get up close and personal. If none of the case above applies to you, the only reason would be: you are playing God, you know you are the judge and you know that we know it too; you pick on us for no good reason and I am supposed to be playing along, putting on an insincere smile while I scream in anger silently. When you soundly sleep at night I toss and turn because of your mischief.
I walked back to the flat although it was raining. I took a walk so that I wouldn't snap in the middle of the metro ride. We are to meet up with the lawyer and discuss the case again this weekend, and yet, there are tons of buttons on my skin now.
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The way many Germans, including some of those in positions of power, feel about immigrants is no secret. A very famous man once wrote a book entitled “On Protracted War”; it’s a worthwhile read no matter what one’s feelings may be regarding the man himself. There is no need for inner screaming. If you persist you will prevail.
thanks for the book hint, I will check it out. But I think it won't be so easy to find it in English...
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