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At the end of the 70's, when I had just finished my 3 year training as a potter and had also finished my diploma as a potter, I had to go to the employment office and they asked me why I had chosen this profession. These people from the employment office were not very friendly, rather threatening, they sat there in their gray costumes and looked at me with their cold looks. I didn't feel like explaining to them that I had a bad childhood and had to look for an education myself, because my parents had put me in a school to become a secretary, which wasn't exactly my life's dream.
I felt bullied and just walked out of the job center . For me there was no future in such a world where gray costumed people towards me could not even listen to me humanly, understandingly.
These gray people reminded me of the story of "Momo", which Michael Ende had written. I was afraid for my life
Also in the 70's I went with a childhood friend to Tèsè, which is near Dijon. That is to say that from Germany, we simply stuck out our thumbs; and were taken by motorists along the way. When they let us out on the highway at such a rest stop and I wanted to make pee, a man had threatened me. Thank God Michael had seen that and came to me immediately.
In Tèsè I had to hide because several boys had threatened me. Tierry, the Frenchman with whom we had made friends, knew his way around there a bit and had hidden us in a passage under the ground (catacomb) with Michael. There we had then waited until these stupid boys then again of Tèsè by the priests were thrown out.
Two years after I arrived in Brittany, I worked as a nanny in a family so that their son could learn to speak German. The father of the family liked me and his wife had noticed that. He didn't come on to me, he just turned to me to talk to someone about his problems. That had not liked then his wife and she had made then everything so that the life, there, became a hell. I am then as fast as I could, then out of there again.
At the end of the 80's I had worked as a helper in a creperie and had only managed to work there for 3 months, because the owner of this creperie always scolded me, no matter what I did, everything was too bad for her. After the 3 months I left there and had then turned here to the employment office to tell you, of the bad working conditions. The employment office knew it already, they had received several complaints.
In the 90 iger years I had had a job as a kindergarten helper in the middle of Brittany. Of course I had to move to that place. The other woman, who also worked there as a kindergarten assistant and had grown up in this place, was very jealous because the children liked me. She had only brought me trouble. For example, I would steal, which I did not do, and had not put pencils for painting in the right place or she had taken things away from the children and then said that I had done that. After a year I left there. I was sad because I liked the work.
In 2005 I found a job with a vegetable farmer for one year. I liked this work ; touching the earth with my hands, sowing, planting, sorting out, keeping plants clean and so on.... It was very tiring physically, but also morally. The vegetable farmer was from the psychological side, very unbalanced ; and could not distinguish between private life and the life of the employees. When we arrived at work in the morning, he started to scold us every day. Many people came to introduce themselves, but they didn't stay long. Sometimes only a week. Recently, this vegetable farmer, hung himself from a wooden beam.