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i'm not writing this for "brownie points", but i think i've been compensated somehow - yes, my father was abandoned by his parents, and was raised by his grandparents, i managed to meet my paternal grandfather, but my paternal grandmother? i actually don't know what she looks like... last time i heard she was living in silesia... but? i've had my share of compensation... much more i guess of a fair share... i had, on that count: a maternal grandmother, and two surrogate grandmothers... the surrogates? both jewish (my mother was a carer for these two jewish ladies) - what were their names? **** i can only remember their surnames a mrs. rockman & a mrs. roßhandler... i remember coming back from primary school and eating tea at their houses... nice old ladies: as all old & frail women are... i received a complete collection of bernard shaw upon graduating from school from mrs. rockman... poor **** died demented, and ******** herself in bed... she'd be more likely to tell you some obscure fact, than what time of day it was, or what day or month or year it was... dementia? i call that free-fall - the complete un-inhibition of what is otherwise restricted free-will: i.e. minding some sort of manners - theoretically speaking? beautiful to imagine - in reality? terrible to watch. so yeah, w.w. II compensation - the germans only gave jews money, the poles? well: someone like my mother - who was a carer to two old jewish women... sometimes money has the same compensation worth as handing the victim a piece of sharp iron and looking into the eyes of the culprit... so yeah... not a bad deal to have made, certainly not a faustian pact - mrs. rockman & mrs. roßhandler: the latter, if i remember correctly, escaped via warsaw sewers, with diamonds sown into her garments... i inherited some of my ******* books from mrs. rockman, given that i visited her more than her grandchildren... and my surrogate grandfather's monte cassino cross of honour... my maternal grandfather had honorary had civic distinction, some soviet form of meritocratic "diversion" - crosses, sure, but the problem is, as he still reminds me whenever i see him: you walked out the house wearing them, like little general, and the other kids took them off you, now all i have are proofs that i earned them, paper proofs, where are my medals, you little fiend, you pawned then... well oops, i didn't get any skittles or marbles for them either.
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Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
"brownie points"
i'm not writing this for "brownie points", but i think i've been compensated somehow - yes, my father was abandoned by his parents, and was raised by his grandparents, i managed to meet my paternal grandfather, but my paternal grandmother? i actually don't know what she looks like... last time i heard she was living in silesia... but? i've had my share of compensation... much more i guess of a fair share... i had, on that count: a maternal grandmother, and two surrogate grandmothers... the surrogates? both jewish (my mother was a carer for these two jewish ladies) - what were their names? **** i can only remember their surnames a mrs. rockman & a mrs. roßhandler... i remember coming back from primary school and eating tea at their houses... nice old ladies: as all old & frail women are... i received a complete collection of bernard shaw upon graduating from school from mrs. rockman... poor **** died demented, and ******** herself in bed... she'd be more likely to tell you some obscure fact, than what time of day it was, or what day or month or year it was... dementia? i call that free-fall - the complete un-inhibition of what is otherwise restricted free-will: i.e. minding some sort of manners - theoretically speaking? beautiful to imagine - in reality? terrible to watch. so yeah, w.w. II compensation - the germans only gave jews money, the poles? well: someone like my mother - who was a carer to two old jewish women... sometimes money has the same compensation worth as handing the victim a piece of sharp iron and looking into the eyes of the culprit... so yeah... not a bad deal to have made, certainly not a faustian pact - mrs. rockman & mrs. roßhandler: the latter, if i remember correctly, escaped via warsaw sewers, with diamonds sown into her garments... i inherited some of my ******* books from mrs. rockman, given that i visited her more than her grandchildren... and my surrogate grandfather's monte cassino cross of honour... my maternal grandfather had honorary had civic distinction, some soviet form of meritocratic "diversion" - crosses, sure, but the problem is, as he still reminds me whenever i see him: you walked out the house wearing them, like little general, and the other kids took them off you, now all i have are proofs that i earned them, paper proofs, where are my medals, you little fiend, you pawned then... well oops, i didn't get any skittles or marbles for them either.
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Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
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