All Chapters of A Little Empathy Is All We Need: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

With gagging and coughing, I brought down this not exactly tasty drink that Grandmother had mixed for me. When the cup was finally empty, she told me to think of an object I longed for. Clumsy as I was, I first thought of your ring, which you wore on the ring finger of your left hand. But since I couldn’t exactly imagine it and especially not exactly what its smell was, I thought of your black leather pants that you always wore when you rode your motorcycle. Yes, and how exactly I could imagine one of these pants and smell their leather. Because sometimes it happened that after work I happened to meet you while shopping, where of course you no longer wore your work clothes. But when one of your lederhosen suddenly landed on my bedspread that evening with a soft bang and hiss and I could touch it, I even thought I could smell your familiar and pleasant body odor, ”I continued my story.Energetic and at the same time tender, my new husband now hugged me and kissed m

In the first few days after the nights when Grandmother came to me to teach me magic, I was quite tired and worn out. Kira, my best friend, who still lived in Munich and very close to me, went out of her way to find out what made me so good. But every time I just grinned at her happily and kept quiet. All my assistants also tried very hard to find out why I was so tired during the day, why I often lay down and always fell asleep deeply and soundly. I told them that due to my severe spasticity I needed a lot of rest, which sounded quite logical to them.While I was waiting for Wolfram to prepare my future broom so that I could sit on it, one night my grandmother took me up to the Brocken, the well-known and well-known witch mountain in the Harz Mountains, and got to know numerous other disabled witches and wizards made. I looked at Emma, startled, when she unexpectedly told me about her plan. "But I still don't have my converted broom!" I managed to say, a

"You have to make it clear to people that there is cohesion among them and that they are all the same under the blue sky. Most religious communities preach that everyone is equal in front of the Creator of the earth, but if you listen carefully to them and some theories when questioned, you can clearly hear the opposite and the discrimination in the small, short subordinate clauses. ", Johanna excited and slapped her forehead with the flat of her hand.Johanna was a young witch who had one-sided spastic paralysis and was married to a man without a major handicap, with whom she had three little girls. At first I was surprised that this marriage was taken for granted by others. But after I knew I was a witch, I noticed that the witches and wizards mingled, no matter what they were. No witch or wizard was inferior or superior to the other here. Every relationship was normal.Well, can I make people understand that? Maybe they can get closer to each other and live together

And then one night the converted broom finally lay across my bed. 'Your father even bought you a brand new broom!' Emma informed me and stroked the handle with her hand in admiration and also a little proud. ›At first he wanted to build everything himself, but then he was able to buy this one at a friendship price. He said that it would be exactly suitable for a conversion and bought it without further ado. Luckily, your birth father is good friends with the man who runs this fly broom shop. For this reason it was not difficult to get a particularly good broom, which is usually hellishly expensive, at a lot cheaper. Wolfram only rebuilt it himself. With small, sleepy eyes, I looked at the broom that was lying on my bedspread and was quite heavy. He looked really beautiful. At that moment I couldn't help thinking of a young wizard whose story I read some time ago. This young wizard also flew on such a noble broom. 

Well, as a customer of a strictly Christian nursing service, I had to experience how superficial and also cruel people with faith in one God could be. Because after a while I got some problems with the nursing service, of which I was first and foremost a customer in Munich, I switched to another nursing service. This nursing service was strictly devoted to the Christian faith. This meant that almost every employee was a Christian. Including my assistants, who also actively supported me twenty-four hours a day in my everyday life in this nursing service. And even if Bavaria was generally quite religious, my family was not. So I didn't have close contact with believers too often. At the beginning I was met by this Christian nursing service extremely friendly and helpful. But after about four months I began to feel the true nature of these believing people clearly. I got to feel the true, honest manner of Christians most clearly with my colored, still very young assistant. This young m