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Met a man yesterday
Nov. 29th, 2014 10:38 amWell actually it was Rudolf, Jenny's step-dad. Jenny died back in 2010 and her mum in 2011, and every so often I bump into him.
He told me that he had prostrate cancer, but wasn't going to have any treatment for it. O_o
He's 81 and thinks he's lived long enough. Somehow we got on the topic of the Berlin Wall and he told me tales of that from when he was in the West German Army - I think, since he also told me that he drove trucks near Leningrad in WWII. Anyway it was about East German soldiers who'd defect by simply walking over the boarder (including an officer who walked right to Checkpoint Charlie), crop dusters that flew their planes to Tempelhof Airport with their wife and baby in tow (and later returned the plane), and Warsaw Pact tank commanders who directed their bigarde over the board in order to beg for food. Of German POWs who, when returning home from Soviet concentration camps in 1955 discovered their wives in bed with a lover and bashed the living shit out the lover; of people playing a prank on a drunk farmer by lifting his truck onto the top of his barn; and of other stuff as well which I couldn't quite understand.
I was in Big W at the time and wearing shows that were uncomfortable with a backpack full of library books that weighed a ton. But I wasn't going to cut it short, not if this was the last time I saw him. He left, then scared the shit out of me buy coming back and telling me a joke before I knew he was there. I shook hands with him and said goodbye.
Have never known what to make of Rudolf. Still don't.
He told me that he had prostrate cancer, but wasn't going to have any treatment for it. O_o
He's 81 and thinks he's lived long enough. Somehow we got on the topic of the Berlin Wall and he told me tales of that from when he was in the West German Army - I think, since he also told me that he drove trucks near Leningrad in WWII. Anyway it was about East German soldiers who'd defect by simply walking over the boarder (including an officer who walked right to Checkpoint Charlie), crop dusters that flew their planes to Tempelhof Airport with their wife and baby in tow (and later returned the plane), and Warsaw Pact tank commanders who directed their bigarde over the board in order to beg for food. Of German POWs who, when returning home from Soviet concentration camps in 1955 discovered their wives in bed with a lover and bashed the living shit out the lover; of people playing a prank on a drunk farmer by lifting his truck onto the top of his barn; and of other stuff as well which I couldn't quite understand.
I was in Big W at the time and wearing shows that were uncomfortable with a backpack full of library books that weighed a ton. But I wasn't going to cut it short, not if this was the last time I saw him. He left, then scared the shit out of me buy coming back and telling me a joke before I knew he was there. I shook hands with him and said goodbye.
Have never known what to make of Rudolf. Still don't.
