I can recall the very first day of school: it was the beginning of September, soft air enveloped me, like the smell of cake that has been left out to cool slowly on the window porch. Also, the teachers were extremely upbeat for no specific reason, unless they expected us to be somewhat recklessly enthusiastic for school. Well, I was not excited whatsoever, only my stomach hurt because I had a very quick and nervous breakfast, something totally different than my usual white-bread sandwich that my mom would always made for me and my sister. I had, or at least this is the extent to which I can recall this, a huge bowl of sugary cereal, extremely chewy and smacky for me to properly enjoy it, so I just rushed it down, chewing just every other bite.
Ich habe tschüss zur Mutti und Vati gesagt, sie sind in der Vorgangstür gestanden, beide zu nervös zu sagen Wiedersehen. Ich erinnere mich sehr klar daran, dass Mutti die Hand meines Vaters geholfen hat, wie es ein Brötchen gewesen wäre. An dem Tag, den ich bis heute als 'Doomsday' nennen, war ich voll mit Begeisterung, Erwartungen, doch nichts hat gut herausgekommen.