Volkshaus

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Very dear people

I am currently between tree and bark ... After 45 years of work, I have retired, so many memories come back to light ... Born in 1956 in Bremen (Nordstrasse), moved to Hessen in 1972, where I still live today. In 1960, at the age of 4, I was often in the Volkshaus. My mother, father and stepmother fought over me. Whereby it wasn't really about me, but about power relations! One day my mother kidnapped me from the Volkshaus, we had a nice day on the Weser with a harbor tour. In the evening she had to hand me over to the "winners" of the divorce process. At that time there was still the "guilt principle". As young people aged 14 or 15, we always go to the Volkshaus to drive paternosters! We were really scared because we didn't know what was going to happen to the cabin, at the transition in the basement or in the roof. Now there is probably no longer the paternoster, because it is no longer suitable for the handicapped ... Why do we always orientate ourselves towards minorities !? An elevator could be installed for the disabled! Why must a relic be abolished !? I guess I'm too old to understand!

Competent, helpful clerks

I was particularly impressed by the monkeys on the stone bases around the building, as apt at a social welfare office where mainly blacks and foreigners travel