Stuck [1/1]
anonymous
September 2 2009, 14:38:05 UTC
Quick one, because I'm stuck on my other fill. ORL I guess this isn't really hate, sorry!
It's nothing new, of course, even though it still makes his brother rant and rave about ungrateful and unawesome bastards for hours every time he sees the numbers. He himself trusts that they made the framework more solid this time, that it can't simply slide away, although if he looks too closely at the edges now, something in his gut lurches. So he doesn't.
He's taking a break. Most of the flyers (“Inform yourself! It's your decision.”) are gone, because his people have trouble brushing past someone that steps into their path and thrusts something at their face. He wonders whether they're going to be read, though. He wonders whether they're going to be taken to heart.
He wishes he could smile when he hands them out, but that's not how he works.
Someone sits down on the bench next to him. It's a school child - no, an adult by age at least, he realises with a glance at the book she pulls out, 13th Grade advanced placement informatics. That brings a smile to his face, and she shoots him a small glare and scoots further away, snapping up the right half of the book so he can't see what she's reading.
He clears his throat, and she looks up again. He holds one of the last flyers out to her, but she scoffs.
“Inform yourself,” she reads, “it's your decision - your decision which label to put on the same bullshit all of them will do anyway?”
“Isn't there anyone you prefer?”
“And who?” She snaps her book shut and glares at him. “I'm not about to vote for the nazis or commies,” she ticks the parties off on her fingers, “the greens don't care how they pay for any of the many nice things they're promising, the liberals don't seem to think we need a review of the system at all because you know, the crisis so totally shouldn't or couldn't have been prevented, the union doesn't even know how to spell protection of privacy, and labour can't decide if they want to be nazis or commies.”
She reddens a little, although he's not sure if that's embarrassment about her outburst or agitation.
“Pirates?” He offers. They're popular with students, now.
“Yeah, right. And what am I going to live off when they abolish copyright? It doesn't matter anyway, Germany's fucked.” She runs a hand through her hair, rummages for a cigarette and lights it, and takes a deep drag.
“Shouldn't you do something about that, then?”
“My fucking grandparents should have done something about it.” There's so much compressed anger in her voice. She stares at him. “My grandpa was a nazi, what the hell can I say to that?”
“But you're not.”
“Of course not, do I look like an idiot?!” She shakes the book at him. “History's compulsory, you know?”
“Wouldn't you say that's good?”
Her face softens a little, but then pulls into a frown again. “Yeah,” she mutters, “real fucking good showing 8-year-olds pictures from the concentration camps. God, that shit makes me so sick.”
“It should.” Me, too. Never again.
She stares up at him. “Yeah. You're right. Still, that's so fucked up. We're the fucking Bundesrepublik, and all I hear at school is nazinazinazi. Can you believe that people are voting for them?”
“I don't understand it either,” he says, and wishes, wishes so badly, that he really didn't how easy it is not to question. “Especially since history is compulsory.”
“As I said, Germany's fucked.” She takes another deep drag, leans over to flick the ashes into the sand at the top of the trash can next to them. “Only nazis and football fans like it.”
“The president, too.”
“Yeah right, so nazis, football fans, and the president. You, too, I guess.”
He shrugs. He can't really say that much for himself. “You've done a lot of reading for not liking it.”
“Yeah well,” she says. She puts her book back into her bag, takes another drag, “I'm stuck here. Can't afford going abroad.”
She puts out her half-smoked cigarette and stands. “Good luck with your flyers. With any luck, they'll merge us into the EU soon anyway, then all this crap won't matter. Bye!”
Ludwig closes his eyes. He feels so tired, sometimes, that he thinks that really wouldn't be too bad.
Re: Stuck [1/1]
anonymous
September 2 2009, 15:02:04 UTC
Thanks. :)
I'm always under the impression that Germany has this particularly badly(I'm still not quite sure how people took offence to our president saying "I love Germany," but they did.), but I guess it's a general feeling in the older democracies.
Re: Stuck [1/1]
anonymous
September 2 2009, 19:24:28 UTC
really? well i can say that i love my country/germany! isnt it the same with politics everywhere? i get a headache when i thik about our elections ... but all in all i can say that there are a lot of people here that talk or just think like the girl in the fic...
Re: Stuck [1/1]
anonymous
October 13 2010, 15:56:38 UTC
Impressive fill! And you really make me almost teary. Germany surely does get this a lot, doesn't him? I always feel there needs to be a line drawn somewhere that people should just fucking stop shoving the terrible things the Germans' grandparents did into their faces. The war is fucking over for 65 years, and the genocide during that time, too. Yes, I am looking at you, England.
Nothing is wrong in saying "I love Germany", no matter whether you are German or not!
Sorry for ranting, have been quite annoyed by these issues for some time now. AND I AM NOT EVEN GERMAN.
Thankyou for this, anon. Particularly well tackled, incredibly thoughtful, and I think you're absolutely right when you say that Germany gets this particularly badly. The past shouldn't be forgotten, but it's still the past. Now I just want to give Ludwig a hug.
I can't really find the words to say much more, so... thankyou. ♥
Re: Stuck [1/1]
anonymous
September 4 2009, 11:27:56 UTC
I think that fits Ludwig's personality. Nothing is ever perfect and he keeps just on working... Aww... But I'm proud of him dealing with WWII. I think he did an ok job there and still does his best^^ Maybe I should knit a scarf for my country? He would feel more loved...
It's nothing new, of course, even though it still makes his brother rant and rave about ungrateful and unawesome bastards for hours every time he sees the numbers. He himself trusts that they made the framework more solid this time, that it can't simply slide away, although if he looks too closely at the edges now, something in his gut lurches. So he doesn't.
He's taking a break. Most of the flyers (“Inform yourself! It's your decision.”) are gone, because his people have trouble brushing past someone that steps into their path and thrusts something at their face. He wonders whether they're going to be read, though. He wonders whether they're going to be taken to heart.
He wishes he could smile when he hands them out, but that's not how he works.
Someone sits down on the bench next to him. It's a school child - no, an adult by age at least, he realises with a glance at the book she pulls out, 13th Grade advanced placement informatics. That brings a smile to his face, and she shoots him a small glare and scoots further away, snapping up the right half of the book so he can't see what she's reading.
He clears his throat, and she looks up again. He holds one of the last flyers out to her, but she scoffs.
“Inform yourself,” she reads, “it's your decision - your decision which label to put on the same bullshit all of them will do anyway?”
“Isn't there anyone you prefer?”
“And who?” She snaps her book shut and glares at him. “I'm not about to vote for the nazis or commies,” she ticks the parties off on her fingers, “the greens don't care how they pay for any of the many nice things they're promising, the liberals don't seem to think we need a review of the system at all because you know, the crisis so totally shouldn't or couldn't have been prevented, the union doesn't even know how to spell protection of privacy, and labour can't decide if they want to be nazis or commies.”
She reddens a little, although he's not sure if that's embarrassment about her outburst or agitation.
“Pirates?” He offers. They're popular with students, now.
“Yeah, right. And what am I going to live off when they abolish copyright? It doesn't matter anyway, Germany's fucked.” She runs a hand through her hair, rummages for a cigarette and lights it, and takes a deep drag.
“Shouldn't you do something about that, then?”
“My fucking grandparents should have done something about it.” There's so much compressed anger in her voice. She stares at him. “My grandpa was a nazi, what the hell can I say to that?”
“But you're not.”
“Of course not, do I look like an idiot?!” She shakes the book at him. “History's compulsory, you know?”
“Wouldn't you say that's good?”
Her face softens a little, but then pulls into a frown again. “Yeah,” she mutters, “real fucking good showing 8-year-olds pictures from the concentration camps. God, that shit makes me so sick.”
“It should.” Me, too. Never again.
She stares up at him. “Yeah. You're right. Still, that's so fucked up. We're the fucking Bundesrepublik, and all I hear at school is nazinazinazi. Can you believe that people are voting for them?”
“I don't understand it either,” he says, and wishes, wishes so badly, that he really didn't how easy it is not to question. “Especially since history is compulsory.”
“As I said, Germany's fucked.” She takes another deep drag, leans over to flick the ashes into the sand at the top of the trash can next to them. “Only nazis and football fans like it.”
“The president, too.”
“Yeah right, so nazis, football fans, and the president. You, too, I guess.”
He shrugs. He can't really say that much for himself. “You've done a lot of reading for not liking it.”
“Yeah well,” she says. She puts her book back into her bag, takes another drag, “I'm stuck here. Can't afford going abroad.”
She puts out her half-smoked cigarette and stands. “Good luck with your flyers. With any luck, they'll merge us into the EU soon anyway, then all this crap won't matter. Bye!”
Ludwig closes his eyes. He feels so tired, sometimes, that he thinks that really wouldn't be too bad.
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I'm always under the impression that Germany has this particularly badly(I'm still not quite sure how people took offence to our president saying "I love Germany," but they did.), but I guess it's a general feeling in the older democracies.
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well i can say that i love my country/germany! isnt it the same with politics everywhere? i get a headache when i thik about our elections ...
but all in all i can say that there are a lot of people here that talk or just think like the girl in the fic...
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Nothing is wrong in saying "I love Germany", no matter whether you are German or not!
Sorry for ranting, have been quite annoyed by these issues for some time now. AND I AM NOT EVEN GERMAN.
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I can't really find the words to say much more, so... thankyou. ♥
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and you even used my favorite character XD Bonus points for that.
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Maybe I should knit a scarf for my country? He would feel more loved...
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