When I think of weddings, I always imagine scenarios in a huge ballroom of a castle before or at a small ceremony on the beach with carriage, horses and Pipapo. There is a huge menu with appetizer, main course and dessert, was probably influenced passively by the media ...
And then I went to this Vietnamese wedding on Friday and it was anything but romantic or such. But hey, after all, is not my wedding, I behaved politely, and adapted to me. It was nice to meet again old friends and people I had previously played as a child. What I was really shocked was a girl my age, but I for mid-30s and older still held. At home I got to hear her story Her parents are also refugees from Vietnam and my parents, with the difference that they never get a German residence permit and therefore not supported by the State were such as child benefits, unemployment benefits or otherwise. Always lived in fear, that they be deported. After her secondary school graduation she attended a professional colleague , by the way she works at a hair salon as a replacement for their parents to financially support her entire salary goes for rent, clothes for her siblings , etc. on it for food. After all these years, but they got permission to live here, but the endless struggle left its mark. She was robbed of the carefree childhood ... it reminded me of a picture, as I used to be a presentation on Brazil had to hold. They saw a person that looked like 75, but in fact this woman was only 25th She had wrinkles everywhere, was exhausted because they work under the worst conditions for a paltry few cents had .
The wedding ended and I was disappointed that neither this particular mood came over was still a bridal bouquet thrown. I also have a small child accidentally pushed a chair against the face, whereupon it cried and pointed the finger at me xD
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