#notizen eines vaters

From Mike Oldfield im Schaukelstuhl: Notizen eines Vaters by Werner Lindemann:

“MEMORY. Markkleeberg. The house in which I lived with G (Gitta, Till’s mother). As a tenant. When Till was born, everyone lived on their own. The kindergarten where he went was located under the window of the wing where I lived. How often have I heard at the open window how the teacher shouts: “Till Lindemann …!” I was very embarrassed when the girl in front of me asked me : “Well, what should I do with him?” It was no better when Till shouted at me over the fence to the balcony: “Daddy, will you pick me up today?” Sometimes I was allowed to pick him up with his mother’s approval. Unforgettable phrases from him. At the sight of the crescent: "Look, the moon has broken.” After a downpour: “Look, the meadow is crying.”

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Summer in the park of Markkleeberg. I picked up the little guy from kindergarten. He falls into the sandpit, I sit on a bench. Next to me a woman. She was painting her toenails. Timm sees it and asks unabashedly: “You, what’s that?” “That’s nail polish,” says the woman, embarrassed. The boy pauses for a moment. Then he says: “My mommy washes her legs.”