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Böhse Onkelz - Scheißegal https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gc6IFqYDG2g&index=52&list=PLniTCzgqi4o-4x3oC1X34... Do your own translation for the song. Basically, it means I don't give a shit. Germans didn't care much about what's politically correct. At least not back when I still lived there. Today may be a different story. Things sure have changed. I don't think I'll ever forget the day my parents picked me up from my farewell party. Everyone cried. I mean, boys, girls, men, women, everyone! Sometimes you think your heart can only be broken by a boy/girl but circumstances have a much greater impact at times on our lives. Germany had been my long time dream... A girl of eleven, I came to stay with my mom, aunt and uncle during the winter holidays. I've seen cities decorated, town festivals just for the Christmas occasion and spent many hours walking, exploring, leaving my nose imprinted on many of the shop's windows just so I could take a closer look at something. Two weeks, a dream come true. Then my dad came to pick me up. Vacation over, all the fun over, I said goodbye to mom who stayed behind, and got on the bus, waiting. They stood just below my window talking. Mom kept looking at me from time to time as I stared at them, unblinking. I hadn't shed a tear that day. I couldn't breathe. Didn't want to leave her, but I couldn't stay. And so, with a far away look I memorized her face as she wondered about my quiet behavior. Dad had said 'Don't cry. If you cry, she'll cry and it'll break her heart.'. So, I didn't. I didn't want her to feel bad for staying behind. It wasn't her fault. She just wanted the best for us. When the bus pulled out, I waved and she waved back before she disappeared from my view. I was brave that day, but I couldn't say a word to her. ~ Gaby |