When I was in the first grade of elementary school in the village, my best friend’s parents owned an Edeka store (German supermarket brand).
My friend’s name was Daniela, and her mother had very long black hair that she wore pinned to her head. She sat at the cash register in a white smock.
Daniela’s father had a gray VW bus that he used to transport goods.
The bus had no windows in the back.
And he often picked us up from school in this bus.
We sat on the floor in the dark bus, and sometimes there were a few wooden boxes inside.
Sometimes Daniela’s father braked particularly hard. He did that on purpose, because then we rolled around in the bus and squealed with joy.
It was the most fun…
Today, something like that would result in a hefty fine and everyone else would ostracize Daniela’s father for child abuse.
But good.
Back then we survived all sorts of things 😉
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