Auswanderungsantrag nach Australien mit Fahrtunterstützung

 

 

Am 26.9.1964 füllte ich meinen Auswanderungsantrag nach Australien mit Fahrtunterstützung aus. Ich hatte keine Ahnung was mich in Australien erwarten würde, schrieb aber:

 

Ich habe den Wunsch zu Anfang für ein paar Jahre auf Farmen - wenn möglich bei deutschen Farmern - zu arbeiten um die englische Sprache perfekt zu lernen. Danach möchte ich gern wieder den kaufmännischen Beruf ergreifen.

 

Der Beamte in der australischen Botschaft bemerkte ...

 

Scheint guter Typ zu sein. Versteht seine Arbeitschancen. Sollte sich ohne Schwierigkeiten einsiedeln. Seine Fragen waren zur Sache. Gut angezogen.

 

... meinte aber daß ich einen guten Fabrikarbeiter machen würde:

 

 

Naja, erstens kommt es anders, zweitens als er dachte, oder vielleicht wusste er nicht daß er einen zukünftigen Vereidigten Wirtschaftsprüfer vor sich sitzen hatte. ☺

 

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Welcome to my blog!

 

 

𝕴 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖇𝖚𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖞 𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖊 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖑 𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖓[𝕬𝕿]𝖒𝖆𝖎𝖑.𝖈𝖔𝖒

 

I had to add this little preamble because something has gone wrong with the software. For some reason the sidepanel does not display unless I add this fixed "Welcome" post and a second "blank" to the top. The mysteries of computer software. Perhaps I should stick to playing my accordion. Last night a neighbour hammered on the door. It was already past midnight! Luckily, I was still awake and playing my accordion — I'm only joking; we live on seven acres and the only neighbour is the river.

 

I love a good nap

 

 

I love a good nap. Sometimes it's the only thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. This afternoon I fell asleep on the old sofa on the verandah with the radio still playing. Then I woke up again and heard four people discussing their messed-up family affairs.

A woman's voice said, "My parents came to visit. My partner told them that she ..." I didn't care about what she said; all I heard was the personal pronoun. Then a male voice chipped in, "It was the same with my partner. He said ..." Again, all I heard was the personal pronoun.

That was two out of four participants in a family discussion on ABC Radio National being queer! Surely, that is not representative of our nation, so why push it down our throats? They are, like Muslims, only a tiny percentage of our population, and yet, like with Muslims, we are expected to adjust our lives to their totally different way of life.

Homosexuality is not normal. A man kissing another man is not normal. A man wanting to be treated like a woman is not normal. And yet, now that they have received our acceptance, many of them also demand our full admiration. There are many homosexuals whom I admire for their intellect — Oscar Wilde, Robert Dessaix, and Stephen Fry immediately spring to my mind, not because they have pointed out their sexuality but others — and who don't demand from us that we admire them for their sexuality, unlike those who are prancing down Oxford Street.

Those who are prancing down Oxford Street advertise their behaviour as "normal" and demand that we accept it, all in the name of political correctness, a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, and promoted by mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a piece of shit by the clean end.

So, to all those shining wits who wouldn't recognise a spoonerism if it hit them in the face, I say, "Get a life" or, better still, "Get a job". And to the ABC, I say, "Please be more representative of Australian society."

 

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Once upon a time ...

 

Same book, different reader - click here

 

In 1935, with a doctorate in art history and no prospect of a job, twenty-six-year-old Ernst Gombrich was invited to attempt a history of the world for younger readers. Amazingly, he completed the task in an intense six weeks, and "Eine kurze Weltgeschichte für junge Leser" was published in Vienna to immediate success. It is now an international bestseller and available in almost thirty languages across the world.

In forty concise chapters, Gombrich tells the story of man from the Stone Age to the atomic bomb. In between emerges a colorful picture of wars and conquests, grand works of art, and the spread and limitations of science. This is a text dominated not by dates and facts but by the sweep of mankind’s experience across the centuries, a guide to humanity’s achievements and an acute witness to its frailties. The product of a generous and humane sensibility, this timeless account makes intelligible the full span of human history.

 

To read it in its original German, click here

 

The book was written for younger readers, but isn't old age supposed to be a second childhood? Anyway, there's nothing better than to listen to this beautifully read audiobook while reclining in my usual position on the sunny verandah. I could even listen to it in its original German - click here - but, strangely, after more than sixty years away from the (c)old country, even a German book sounds better when read in English.

 

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