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...