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♥ English edition – März 2018
<Living Wishes. Tasting Clouds. Aotearoa>
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♥ Deutsche Buchausgabe – Dezember 2015
<Wünsche leben. Wolken schmecken. Aotearoa> tao.de
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English text excerpt
The Journey Begins
I am sitting in the plane to New Zealand. It´s 7 o´clock in the morning, a Saturday in September. Only three hours still separate me from Auckland, the biggest city in the country.
Instead of watching movies on board the plane, I close my eyes. As if in time-lapse, parts of my life emerge – life experiences and encounters – which obviously cause me, in the here and now, to be sitting in an airplane that unstoppabley approaches its destination and with it, my heart wish.
I am 13 years old, when all of a sudden a girl from an island on the other end of the Earth appears in my world. Through an international school-exchange-organisation she spends a school year in Austria, and at the end of it she comes to Vienna for one week. Hosts families are taking care of young people from all over the world. My mother, herself a mother of five agrees to accommodate one student.
In my childlike age, I am yearning for the encounter with a stranger, a foreign 17 year old, who comes from overseas and who has already learned German for one year, in Austria. And then, there she is standing in front of me, Barbara from New Zealand. A tall grown, broad-shouldered, fair skinned girl with plaits. Countless freckles cover her round, cheerful face. Her German is impeccable, with a touch of a Styrian dialect. As I hardly know anything about New Zealand, I bombard her with questions; want to be told all about her native country and her life there.
Her home is a sheep and cattle farm close to Raglan, a place at the coast, on the North Island. I am picturing everything she tells me to the tinniest details and therefore, the number of sheep on the farm is highly important for me, also. “About 5000“, is her terse reply. It leaves me speechless. I felt taken for a ride! 5000 sheep? Where the hell had that many animals space to graze? Unimaginable! And all in possession of one family? Her information is for sure boundlessly exaggerated. Out of the perspective of my childlike and limited imagination of the world, I don´t want and cannot believe her and swear, “I will have a close look at this! One day, I will go to New Zealand and then, I will examine her claim, even if I have to count sheep day and night!“
When Barbara flew home, my parents thought that they would never see this girl again, especially since she came from the other side of the earth. I contradicted them passionately because my intention was cemented: One day, I am going to fly to New Zealand!
The years go by and our contact to Barbara continues. Not a single Christmas passes without receiving a letter from her. We keep each other informed and our friendship alive.
After my pedagogical education, I immediately stepped into my professional life. Then I meet my husband to be, and three years later, we are parents of two lovely children. Our life in a green and wooded area is happy and pleasant. Many years later, this happy state is overturned to one of an intolerable existence. My husband moves out and I stay with our sons in the house. After 15 years of professional carefreeness, I have to look for a job. The turbulent life of two adolescents, who I try to manage in a supportive way and on top of that my work, was more than a burden.
After 3 years, I ran out of air because I had been running day in and day out, as if I were in a hamster wheel, looking neither to the left nor to the right, just straight ahead to keep track. The days are getting longer and therefore, the nights shorter and shorter. Around me life was pulsating, within me there was radio silence. I got to the point where I questioned my actions. Where has my joy of life gone? Do I live my life or does it live me? What do I actually want to do? I am a divorced woman, have two grown-up sons, many ideas and – a long cherished wish: New Zealand!
As I rediscover this wish deep down, a burning and longing desire for the islands in the South Pacific thrills me: 18,157.418 km/11,282.873 miles as the crow flies away from my home! My eagerness isn’t concentrated on ’counting the sheep’ as it was in my childhood. It´s about something different, but what exactly is the point? Do I just finally want to fullfill my heartwish? Did the love of adventure grip me; the longing for the unknown? Am I looking for the meaning and fortune of life; for spiritual answers?
A pushing forward-drifting energy overruns all my questions. It supports me in drawing out my deep and innermost buried wish to the surface, and to unwrap it like a present. At the same time, my heart beats faster and louder and revives me.
Generally, I don´t count myself among those people who procrastinate and who have hope of better times. Therefore, what am I waiting for? Life is here! I have it in my hands and am ready to write a new chapter in my book of existence.
Excited, I surf the internet for work in New Zealand. Soon the question arises whether or not I may even work there. I am too old for a Working Holiday Visa, which young people between 18 and 30 receive for one calendar year, without difficulty. This agreement is effective in countless countries worldwide. Unfortunately, it is very limited in Austria. At the age of 49, I can only obtain a working visa via an employment contract with a New Zealand company. But all I can find are voluntary jobs, without income. What I want is beginning to dawn on me: It´s my heartfelt wish to get to know the country and its inhabitants; to get an insight of their daily lives and the Māori culture; to be allowed to dive and dip into the worries and joys of the people, and to experience New Zealand. This wish can only be designed and fullfiled by me, and only in my personal way, independent and free. For the first time, with this eureka moment, I take a real journey into consideration and suddenly it is lying in my consciousness. While beginning to picture the landscape of New Zealand, I am looking for arguments to have a one-year absence from home. I enter into an inner communication with the country and right away, I am in the planning stage. I soon make an agreement with myself, namely to actually begin this journey. My focus is fixated on my preparations. I am acting as if there wasn´t, next to my professional and family life, anything more obvious in this world to do. Why do I want to immediately drop out for one year?
For experiencing and getting to know a country, its people and its culture to the very core needs time. And I sense that the time for an intensive, attentive dealing with myself and my heart felt wish has now arrived. But there is also an irrational reason for my actions. I am afraid of flying. When I arrive in New Zealand, I want to be truly, psychically and physically there, with all my senses, and not to immediately start counting the days until my departure. At the present moment, I am convinced that the journey to the other end of the world will be something unique and that I will only once in my life want to cover this gigantic distance by plane.
Finally, I am ready to fly. The wish and the longing are bigger than my fear. However, when I check the facts via the internet, about the flight to New Zealand in black and white, I feel dizzy. The journey will take 30 hours, with stopovers. In this moment, even the very thought is totally unthinkable for me. I am looking for a solution – and find a compromise. Again irrational, but for me a solution. I will never be in the air for longer than 12 hours. Although I am worrying about cascading into a panic even after a few hours. Sitting at my computer I track down those countries that might be suitable for an intermediate landing. In Thailand and on Hawaii, I find a four-week project working on a voluntary basis, and very soon the itinerary is fixed: Vienna – Thailand – Australia – New Zealand – Hawaii – New York – Vienna.
As I am holding my once-around-the-world-ticket in hand, it´s becoming serious. Two weeks before my departure, I start applying an intensive self-help-treatment, a meridian knock technique that promises to take away my fear of flying. There is no turning back anymore. I want to get to New Zealand and it should run swimmingly. The little green turtle, a present from my children, is coming with me…
„Wenn Augen tanzen. Jede Legasthenie ist anders“
„Die Erwaksernen sind dum weil si behaubten das Kinder dum sind“
Ein Hilfeschrei von Lukas, 3. Klasse VS
Die authentische Geschichte eines legasthenen Kindes macht auf seine Schwierigkeiten in Schule und Gesellschaft aufmerksam. Der Leser taucht in die Gedankenwelt des verunsicherten Kindes ein.
Legasthenie muss nicht immer der einzige und alleinige Verursacher allen Übels sein. Sie ist sehr häufig mit Störungen im Binokularsehen – der sogenannten Winkelfehlsichtigkeit verbunden. Die berührende Geschichte fordert auf, nichts unversucht zu lassen, die wahren Wurzeln eines Problems zu finden, zu definieren und damit der Lösung näher zu kommen.
„Wenn Augen tanzen – Jede Legasthenie ist anders“ macht bewusst, dass wir nicht nur dafür verantwortlich sind, was wir tun, sondern auch dafür, was wir nicht tun.
Zielgruppe – alle Menschen, die mit Kindern leben oder arbeiten.
Gratislesungen an Schulen!
- Kurzgeschichten in ENTLADUNGEN – Zeitschrift für Literatur/AGA Arbeitsgemeinschaft Autorinnen www.aga.at
- 5 Jahre Redakteurin der Zeitschrift „Atomkraftfreie Zukunft“, Wien
- 1995-1996 Treatment „Der Doppler-Effekt – Das Leben und Wirken von Christian A. Doppler“ Auftragsarbeit/ORF