The struggles of a Turkish-immigrant lawyer in Germany.
A more optimistic follow-up on the same subject.
So how does individuality suddenly awaken out of a collective? God only knows. They say it takes three years for those poor outcast polygamist Mormon kids to get a grip on the outside world, to realize that they're not in hell and the "sinners" they encounter are not going to eat them alive.
I'd say that's about right. I'm still trying to shake off the programming, and the environment I came from was not nearly as repressive as some. For instance, they haven't attempted any interventions or exorcisms, and they are still speaking to me, albeit through some strain.
Y'all may be relieved to know that I am relocated to a friend's house for a short time. Will be moving again soon. On top of everything else, work is crazy-stressful right now. Not much time for creative things, but it'll pay off in the long run.
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Sure hope you're not just one step ahead of the wrecking ball. Place we moved from in December, '52, was in the way of a highway project. Its successor, which we left in '58, was gone by 1963. It was old and small; the only possible improvement was total replacement.
I assume the places you are leaving are not substandard housing. The two domiciles mentioned above were in that category.
SG
Y'all may be relieved to know that I am relocated to a friend's house for a short time.
You could say.
Ms. Ates' reconsideration is cheering. Unpleasant world we live in, sometimes. People doing something about that, it's good to see.
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