Detect(ive) evil - A series of true stories by Claudio Biesele / Sixth Part

ZURICH - May 20, 2015 - PRLog -- It commuted between nothing and fill in plastic bags with birdseed. My fathers attempts to provide me to a public relations agency failed because my advertising texts for testing my skills were to offensive. So my work was judged as bull shit. Even if I have published at that time poems (Haikus included and attempts with iambs) and short stories in a magazine of a youth centre near the place where my parents lived. In those days I was so interested in writing that I wrote a stage play in four acts which ended of course very dramatically. I answered this bull shit with: “You are an asshole”.

After that my father had not other idea to apologize my behaviour because I called that guy asshole. I assume this guy at that time has not written as much as I did in a few years in his whole life. I was insulted.

Because my father didn’t stop pushing for job search I asked him one day if he is expecting me to work as a hooker: He answered that with a punch-up which I lost of course. It got even worse when I had a girl friend and wanted to have sex with her. We closed my room from inside and did what we wanted. But then I was accused to pervert my brother who had his room next to mine. That was to much for me: to many faults.

So me and my girl friend left the home of my parents one night. The first night we slept in a stable and it was very romantic. The day after we went to Zurich and stayed there for several weeks. After a certain time I felt so cramped in Zurich that I wanted to hitch-hike to Germany. After I said goodbye to my girl friend I went to Freiburg im Breisgau where I told an old lady that I was a student on a journey and she let me sleep under the housetop - for writing a small book of poems.

I stayed there for a while and came back unsolicited to my parents home after several weeks (or months?). They did not even have searched for me with a report to the next police station. They were happy not to have me near. And I was happy to leave this family for ever one year later when I was seventeen after finding a new girl friend and a job as proofreader at a newspaper.

Read next time about further actions how amok came into family.