Write about your father.
My father. Martin Bischoff. For a long time Papa was a bitter person. He really loved Mama. He still does. And he loves me and Marie too. You can see that in his eyes, in his behaviour.
Now I know that for most of his life he felt misunderstood. Even betrayed. Trapped. The only years he felt free were from the day he met Mama and fell in love with her to before the Christmas I was nine. Not all the time, but a lot of it. During those years he could be happy for days and weeks. He laught. He played.
But when I started to play clarinet and fell in love with music, he felt betrayed again. I didn't understand it then, but I do now. And Papa is starting to feel free again. Though it's a sad kind of free without Mama.
See, Papa was born into a wealthy family. Opa and Oma were rich enough to pay for everything needed to educate the perfect son and daughter. The best school, music lessons, and so on. But Papa wasn't perfect. He's deaf. So they tried to force him to 'fit' into the world. Teach him to read lips and speak. To stand there and pretend to listen to music. They didn't get that he didn't understand why. Speaking doesn't make sense to him. And he didn't understand why everybody got mad at him when he laughed because he was so proud of his little sister making everyone happy by dancing her finger over this stick called clarinet.
With a childhood like that it isn't surprising that he felt betrayed when I started playing clarinet. He thought he'd loose me to their world. Now I know he felt that way. Back then I didn't understand why I couldn't exist in both worlds. I could. I can.
I still see sounds. Like Papa taught me. It is our favourite game. He pickes out something. Mostly something moving. And I tell him how it sounds. I see a fish slobber through water when someone's slurping their meal. I see bells ringing when a flag is fluttering in the wind.
I love my father. We have a lot in common, even though he's deaf and I'm a musician.
Muse: Lara Bischoff
Fandom: Jenseits der Stille (Misc Movies)
Words: 377
Now I know that for most of his life he felt misunderstood. Even betrayed. Trapped. The only years he felt free were from the day he met Mama and fell in love with her to before the Christmas I was nine. Not all the time, but a lot of it. During those years he could be happy for days and weeks. He laught. He played.
But when I started to play clarinet and fell in love with music, he felt betrayed again. I didn't understand it then, but I do now. And Papa is starting to feel free again. Though it's a sad kind of free without Mama.
See, Papa was born into a wealthy family. Opa and Oma were rich enough to pay for everything needed to educate the perfect son and daughter. The best school, music lessons, and so on. But Papa wasn't perfect. He's deaf. So they tried to force him to 'fit' into the world. Teach him to read lips and speak. To stand there and pretend to listen to music. They didn't get that he didn't understand why. Speaking doesn't make sense to him. And he didn't understand why everybody got mad at him when he laughed because he was so proud of his little sister making everyone happy by dancing her finger over this stick called clarinet.
With a childhood like that it isn't surprising that he felt betrayed when I started playing clarinet. He thought he'd loose me to their world. Now I know he felt that way. Back then I didn't understand why I couldn't exist in both worlds. I could. I can.
I still see sounds. Like Papa taught me. It is our favourite game. He pickes out something. Mostly something moving. And I tell him how it sounds. I see a fish slobber through water when someone's slurping their meal. I see bells ringing when a flag is fluttering in the wind.
I love my father. We have a lot in common, even though he's deaf and I'm a musician.
Muse: Lara Bischoff
Fandom: Jenseits der Stille (Misc Movies)
Words: 377