I entered confused the front door. Was it possible, that what you see in television is reality? I mean, that, what you see, is even more reality than the reality of television? The first person I met in the building was a teacher for those children, having an attention deficit or any kind of learning disability. (...didn´t exist, when I went to school, neither the teacher nor the disabilities) She had blond curls and we didn´t find each other likeable. She couldn´t handle my black hoody, or rather the far pulled hood and I was diverted by her mazy hair. I managed the stairs without any anomalies, passed by clamps (I haven´t seen that many non-german names in a german school before) (...times are a-changing: in my class there was a Manuel, a Elisabeth and a Michael. today there´s a Hilal, a Taifun (engl: typhoon) and a Syhejda) and arrived in her* classroom.
To cut a long story short: she has got 27 pupils, one girl is... one girl is "originally" german. ONE. Her name is Angel-Anne. ANGEL-ANNE! (yes, english pronunciation) Over 50% is islamic. Three girls avoid eating and drinking during Ramadan until sunset; they´re nine years old and actually those rules are invalid for children (one of them is not willing to participate in swimming, as it might happen, that she swallows water accidentally) In the building there are several notes with a quotation of our secretary of education "Television makes dumb, fat and lonely". Obviously the kids don´t agree: Being asked about, what makes him happy, writes a boy: television, nintendo and my i-pod. (I-pods didn´t exist, Nintendo I didn´t know and television I was allowed to watch half an hour every evening)
* teacher is her dream job, but in order to miss a retraining in swimming lesson she thinks of inventing a funeral
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