All Chapters of I See It In My Dreams: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Verena had to speak to them anyway. Now about the fact that her landlord Conrad harassed her with letters.Renovation work should take place over the next few months in the entire residential building and eventually in Verena Tümmel's apartment. Because the rent increased later. In addition, it was already known that Mr. Conrad, the house owner, was charging a higher amount on Verena Tümmel's electricity and water bill than he had received the quarter before . What Verena accepted at first.    If the money didn't come from somewhere else, Verena had to cope with the new premium and that later. And that, the gentleman from Social Services should understand what that meant for Verena when Verena had to raise the demand herself.This really had to be understood by the ladies and gentlemen. That the stovepipe was long gone.If that did not mean that amicable solutions were found in the sense of Verena, it meant that Verena T&

Unfortunately, Thomas's ears remained deaf to Verena's concerns. Thomas shook his head, switched to continuous operation. In view of Verena's over-anxiety about Verena's nightmare images. And Thomas, who laughed. Thomas, in the end he just laughed at Verena.Almost a second face, with which Verena would come to him, Thomas, every few weeks. Now for him, Thomas, soon really too often. Thomas' words, which were oozing with scorn and ridicule, had a lot of subtle meanness in store for Verena. Even more so, now he wants to see the sheet in black and white. That's why Thomas whispered at the end, Thomas, looking at Verena, as if Verena had become completely mushy in the pear. Once and for all that he, Thomas, wanted to know what was going on. The example set. But if Father Thomas came home with Hannes, it would be quiet. Peace and quiet once and for all. Verena would be quiet with her stuff. In the future, never again a word of the word that Verena dreame

In the end, that Verena slipped into the kind of cardboard trainers for the lady.Hopefully it didn't rain much that morning.Rain, dangerous for these sneakers.If it soaked those sneakers, the pair of sneakers was pretty quickly over for Verena. New shoes that Verena would need. Purchased by Verena herself, the shoes for the athlete. In the supermarket.Ten eggs.Ten bare eggs that Verena had left for the pair of shoes in the discounter. Eggs, specially fetched from the narrow purse box by Verena at the beginning of the month, delicately fingered to the cashier.The purest luxury that Verena had allowed herself.Buying a pair of women's sports shoes, pure luxury travel.Verena had allowed herself that. Verena couldn't do anything about it with Verena. Ever since Verena made this purchase, one question of questions lingered in Verena's mind: Why did Verena have to have these stupid sho

Again two or three minutes had passed in no time. How could that have happened to Verena?Now it happened that Verena actually came five or six minutes late for her important appointment with the nice Mr. Mendl from the social service.In the worst case, if something happened again on the way, Verena was a quarter of an hour late.A full quarter of an hour late - an unpunctuality, no less than bad. For Verena. Verena could easily have been on time.An hour ago Verena had the firm intention to be there at least five minutes earlier, with Mr. Mendl. In front of Mr. Mendl's office door from the social station.Verena had imagined waiting in the hallway. Until it was exactly half past nine. Then knock softly on the door. To listen for a moment. To push the handle, to open herself, smiling friendly, Verena had heard something from inside or not.Instead ...Verena sobbed loudly. For the one hundred

I really have to talk to Mr. Mendl", Verena stayed with her, not wanting to leave the place. "The appointment with Mr. Mendl, which I had at nine thirty - is important for me.""Punctuality would have been important for you. If I tell Gerald, how you behave here ..." The gray-haired social station worker put her tray, which she used for the coffee supply, on a rectangular table on the wall, which Verena had not noticed until then opposite from.Pharmacist and union brochures lying around there on the table surface to take away for party traffic. A diocese sheet. "I-I have to-have to go with Mr. ...", Verena stuttered."I really love that you kicked the door here at Gerald's." The arms that the gray-haired woman, who wore a dark gray, knee-length skirt suit for the unadorned office appearance, now put on her hips. "I really only think that's great. Lonely class. Excellent. If Gerald hears that from me, I think Gerald will find that great too.