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Three miles away I heard them bark. They were training with these men. Three miles away I was standing shocked. I realised I am close to screak.
They took my mother three miles away. They asked her things about to stay. She never wanted to run the way up to the neighbour where the freedom would lay.
Three miles away with the barking dogs. Sat the security of a lost country in blocks. Three miles away my Mom got shocked for a half day she got once-mocked.
Just two months later three miles away. The same men compassed themselves in the block to stay. My Mom and me were standing outside with others. With humans, with children, with mothers and fathers.
That happened in 1989 in September and November. The time between was the most cruel I remember. My family got observed but my mother didn't stop to change the system from the base to the top.
Das ist keine autobiografische Geschichte. Aber so ähnlich habe ich es bei meiner Schulfreundin erlebt.
--------------------------------------------------- Finger weg von meiner Paranoia die war mir immer lieb und teuer. (Element of Crime)
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