Sidemouth People

Following suggestors deep into the forest.

I remember a portrait showing my sister when she was about 10 years old.

It used to hang on the wall in her old room in our mothers apartement where we both grew up.

She smiles friendly and wears glasses in a thick frame.

Her hair hangs down her forehead and, cut straight in a line, fits exactly the nose bracket.

I’d ironicaly call it a mother devil’s haircut, because my mother had once given me the same haircut, using an old pair of mighty taylor scissors.

Some drawings in “Struwwelpeter” came to my mind, widely used as an education fible for children, in fact contemporary historic satirical cartoons.

And that famous portrait of Natascha Kampusch, copied millions of times and dropped all around the world.

The most engraving experience my sister and I share is we both suffered boiling within that fleamarket wrestling childhood hell.

Two possums in a tight cage nailed onto the kitchen wall, trying to bite the iron mesh through night for night.

I never understood why my father had taken those cute fluffy bigeyed animals their freedom away.

My sister was a pretty teenage girl, like most of her friends.

Someone then convinced her she was predestinated to become a beauty queen.

They sold her a model course and put her a stupid wig on that would shock most people.

Once I recognized she evidently drank too much and was easy to manipulate.

She seemed to live in her private soap opera, drifting by on a Prosecco cloud, together with dreamdaddy-winky, oh.

For a couple of years she would imitate some coldblooded female idols, desperately tried to impress wily business people and played our fathers evil spokes back.

I recall “Just no jewish haste”, something one should think about the meaning before repeating it.

One question is: Who proclaims other peoples properties to be his own?

And: Who requires protection tributes?

Another question is: Who supports organized crime?