Part 1, on the swing

It did not change at all, thought Elli. Since nearly a half hour it sat now there and observes its former indication teacher. Eberhard Friesen - still large and slim, that was clear. So much cannot do there in five years. Still verwaschene Jeans and cross-hatched shirts. And still the Afrofrisur. Today she finds those rather affig, but at that time the simply cool was, at least for a teacher. And still it had an enormous effect on women. On its pupils just like on the colleagues. Today it had however completely different target group: Mothers. Those were nearly still better Zuhörerinnen, if it dozierte over colors and samples and maintained with large gestures and somewhat exaggerated Mimik the listeners.

Why she had come to the school celebration, she did not know. It had received, as former one, an invitation. She still lived in the proximity. It intended today nothing special. But there was not a correct reason nevertheless. And it was not safe the indication teacher, into whom it was at that time passionately slammed, but this passion with at least two dozen of further pupertierender pupils to divide had. Also because of Marion Wisser was it not here. Those had discovered and came it evenly wildly gestikulierend to its table. Marion the sport cannon, which weighted always just with the girls about its small bosoms, still less had than it. In the dragging rope it pulled to Andrea calf and Silvia Meisenbacher. Andrea was a completely nice one. It tratschte not and helped one, if one times which needed. Now it had twins, which had Elli of Andreas's nut/mother experienced. Silvia was the exact counterpart, the absolute chatting aunt. One, with which one must shoot the mouth work once separately, if she dies. (Not Elli had said, that was from Friesen.)

Elli rose and welcomed those girl. Was nevertheless nice to see after so many years times again someone with which it divided one so long time of their life. „You sits here so quietly in the corner “, said Marion. „Haste you homesickness? “

Elli laughed. „No, surely not. It snows before in hell. Only straight ones interest me whether our favourite indication teacher has other sayings, in order to inspire the mothers, when he had them with us. “And it interpreted with the point of the chin more rüber to the small group, in which Friesen played still wildly gestikulierend the Zampano.

„NO! THE EEEBERHARD! “Silvia roared so loud and pointedly that for one instant the entire life in the aula seemed to stand still. And that was not simple, because resounded was large and now, to the school celebration, surely more to than 400 humans had appeared themselves here. Among them half excited who is noisy pupil.

The noise break lasted only fractions of a second, then the noise set. And in such a way they did not understand, how Eeeberhard apologized with the mothers. It separated from the group and herüberkam to the four girls. It did not seem to take it badly that it was pulled out there from the group of the housewives. With a smile it strove on the former pupils too.
„Which for a nice surprise “, he said, examined all four from top to bottom and sat down then to them to the table. „Is to be seen again and again interesting, what in such a way from the children “he becomes, meant and this smile touched down, with which it made up for all already at that time its small malices again. „And, who from you has a career as an artist made? “

Elli did not say anything, artist would be also somewhat strongly exaggerated. And Silvia meant then also equal drying that the school bases for it would have been stop evenly not the straight best ones.

Friesen was speechless one moment whether this small, but common point. But Silvia grinste it just as impudently on, as he had always made with them, and there had all to laugh. „Still “, he noticed a pointed mouth work.

„Freshness reground and constantly in exercise “, answered Silvia.
„That must we discuss fully “, meant Marion.
„However not so drying. “Elli rose and got red wine, mineral water and glasses for all.

And then it went two hour long over „the beautiful, old times “at school. It was simply nice to root so harmlessly in the past. New old acquaintance were added, set themselves as well to the table and chatted. The still pickelige André summer, which had gotten several times its mummy to assistance, if it wähnte itself in injustice. The Jörg Männler large over two meters, which had to live somewhere in close proximity to Elli, which they had so far never met however. The still pummeligere Beate Seifner, which was completely nice however actually and worked now at IBM. The something moved Bodo Seim, which had come again at that time from Munich into the class and equal on the first day with Klaus had flogged itself.
Louder small stories, which belonged to their life. As the falling in loveness into their indication teacher. This had in the meantime continued to pull long. Other former one had found, had to worry about the program and impress the woman world. Elli smiled. That was even swarms of a dte rodent, thought it. The belonged to it. That had to be like that. Which then with it on detour from become, that be probably rather not so the rule.
In the meantime those has to play volume begun, and those was not bad really. The wine was also everything, and so the girls decided that they go dancing. But Elli had enough for today.

„I must pippen times evenly “, said her. „Goes times loosely, I already find you. “However she knew that only one excuse was. It would go simply, times would not say good-bye. There eh none remembers more to, there could one still rausreden itself that one somewhere did not sit still until far after midnight with somebody and the other any more did not find.

„We are to… “, in the bass din that volume went down even the voice of Silvia. Elli nods nevertheless and made themselves on the way after outside. Thus then, until in five years, it thought, when it stepped on the schoolyard.
„Tree bread! Fresh, mad tree bread! “a perhaps 10-year old boy called exactly beside it.