Franz doesn't fool around, eh?
I would return from those long walks completely physically and mentally exhausted. I lay in my bed, looked at the ceiling and asked myself if I was losing my mind. Why couldn’t I be like the others? There were so many opportunities to succeed, to get a good education and job and even start a family, but I was stuck in my own trap and shackled by my own chains. I was fully aware of my situation but was unable to find a way out.
In my desperation, like a man clutching at straws, I called my good German friend Franz. I had met him years ago, during my stay in Germany in the 80’s when I applied for asylum. Unfortunately, my claim was refused, but Franz and I had stayed friends. He was earning his money as a fortune- teller. His customers were rich men and women who had large amounts of money in their bank accounts but knew nothing about otherworldly matters. He read tarot cards, looked into the crystal ball, drew up horoscopes, used hypnosis and held seminars in which he taught
thewealthy people how to look inside themselves instead of being obsessed with material things. I told him that I had been experiencing the worst period in my life and contemplated suicide. Franz, who was usually calm and composed, grew angry. “Why don’t you leave that damn country of effeminate men and radical feminists and come to Germany? You’ll never be happy with those introverted people. Their inbuilt mistrust and envy will eventually drain you of all energy. You don’t need to tell me how you suffer. I can feel it inside myself. Don’t wait until it’s too late. Just pack your luggage and book the plane. I’ll wait for you at the Stuttgart airport.”
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