It aims to give young people, tutoring, or baby’s habits, to Supplement her pocket money. The young person we have at home, pimped rather than the amount of his pocket money and spends his spare time in bed or in the bathroom. With forty euros a month, so she held us, she was one of “the Poorest” in your circle of friends. Olaf has offered to pay for each ballad, which she could recite by heart, ten Euro. “You are doing much too little brain training in school,” said Olaf. The Wombi learned then to our amazement, in fact, Schiller’s “the glove”, received the ten Euro and was afterwards exhausted so that it was already eight in the bed. Your brain was not accustomed to the Overuse.

Christiane Tauzher: The Pubertäterin

Since puberty, our daughter, the mosquito, shortly after her 13. Birthday in your violence, we keep the Windows closed so the neighbors call the police. The Pubertäterin is not loud and unpredictable, when she sleeps, just like a Wombat, or eat – what you do for luck often.

The stories I tell – a journalist, 41, from Vienna, married to Olaf, a 46 – here, not act, of course, the Pubertäterin in my family. No. They come from my thriving imagination or come from other families. There, it is arg in the other families … 😉

“For the ‘guarantee’ I’ll pay twenty euros,” announced Olaf. The Wombi was to expire at this time already back in the Wombat mode. She dozed with a full biscuit belly and one eye is not opened once, when her father to her room entered, and the Twenty-Euro-carrot in front of the nose. This door was. Wombats learn no ballads for a beggar. To do not come, especially if there are other ways to correct a lot of gravel.

such A fact, a few days later on. The Wombi came excited by the school and asked me if I could borrow on the Fast five hundred euros. “You’ll get her back next week,” she promised. Apart from the fact that I had not five hundred euros for the Hidden, I was curious how a flitzebogen, for which a 14-Year-old needed so much money.

“is It because of the Drop,” she said. “Drop it?” I asked, “do you want to buy you sweets?” She rolled her eyes. “Mommy, the Drop-List of Supreme!” I don’t mind. It was so uncool of me to know where it is in a Drop-List of Supreme. Supreme sound for me to car share. Tires or rims, maybe exhaust pipes. Wrong. It is a Skateboard and clothing brand. I read on the Internet and learned that the value of this brand is estimated at over a billion US dollars. What should be a very wide hooded sweaters, Jackets, and hoods with huge Logo Prints are beautiful, I could not explain to me.

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I continued reading. The Drop, the Supreme provides weekly online, is a selection of the most ugly parts, which are evaluated thousands of times with thumbs up/thumbs down by his disciples. In the current Drop, for example, a “Jesus and Mary Hooded Sweatshirt” for $ 178, on which the heads of the thorn-crowned Jesus and his mother, emblazoned with a Goldenbahis halo. Christmas is a smooth themes misconduct. If already, would Supreme be able to at least print a baby in the manger or the three kings on their sweater.

“you like?”, I asked the Wombi. Eyes twisting. “Of course not,” she answered. “You have to buy the well-rated stuff, as long as the Drop is up to date and then quickly Twice more to sell”, explained to me my daughter. The window of time in which one could buy, was only a few minutes to open. You have to be fast. “In the school, the boys have unveiled today the clock in the class to ten minutes, in order to get Jesus and Mary. Unfortunately, did not work the credit card then.” I was amazed.

“You earned a lot of money. The parts from the Latest Drop you can sell for the highest prices. You can get you nowhere,” said the Wombi. My objection is that the sweater had to be shipped from America, let the Wombi did not apply. “The Post office is today, quickly,” she said, and had sent in, your life would still never amount to anything. To rely on the Post office, was an uncertain business. But I said it to her.

C. Tauzher: The Pubertäterin Lost is equal to stolen: If it were not a burglar, it was the dog

“I would like to join in as well,” she told me. You have to take a risk. Karl Wlaschek, the multi-millionaire from Austria, had raised out of Nothing, a food chain called Billa, would have sold even as a Schoolboy his break bread. “Who dares, wins nothing,” taught me the Wombi. The hooks on the Venture was only that I should enter with my 500 Euro in a template. The Wombi had nothing to lose.

in the Evening, I told Olaf from the Drop-List. We were using the Laptop in bed and enlarged for us the racer of the list: a red-orange colored bomber jacket with a Camouflage patterning to 348 dollars. “Who is attracting so what?” asked the Olaf. “I believe no one,” I said, “it is something of a commodity.”

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The Olaf went to the Wombi. “I’ve heard of the Drop,” he said. Wombis eyes lit up. “Yes,” piped, “and you lend me the money?”

“Sure,” he said. “If you give me the “guarantee”, the “Erlkönig”, the “feet in the fire”, “divers”, “Brück’ am Tay”, “John Maynard”, the “sorcerer’s apprentice” and the “Two ravens” recite by heart.”

A bargain offer.

But the Wombi …

Looks dumb,
ring,
With a long Yawn,
And shakes the mane,
And stretches the limbs,
And lay down.

And that was the drops.