Back in the time when Europa was divided my parents meet at a world Festival of Youth and Students. They both feel for each other but neighter the end of the festival nor the weeks between the letters could really keep them apart. Plans were forged, behind the backs of their families.
Time passed but at somepoint she arrived in Suhl, far away from home in an almost foreigen country.
How this continues should be clear both worked for a better life, outwitting the state when ever it left a hole through which they could get a opportunity. They did the same for me, sending me to the right school, enrolling me into the youth pioneers days before others would and making sure that I would be picked for a trainee position in an nearby factory. The VEB, it survived the fall of the wall not that no sacrifice needed to be made but since their products were already loved by the West it didnt disappear like alot of the other companies.
In some ways the craft calls for precission and elegance but also for a strong hand and a mighty slam if a case is stuck. Both worlds colide while making firearms. Everybody wants something else, but in the end its mostly the same, if you create a leightweight hunting rifle or dismentle a Machingun to find the part which broke down on you and the others sitting in the wet trench wishing to go home. Obviously its nicer to craft tools and parts in a clean factory hall while knowing that your work will bring joy to the person who own them.
But it stays the same or?
In the end you need to work here or there if its now Suhl or Miroslavel your surroundings arent looking to much apart when you come in early and leave late at night. Work ennobles an old saying claims but when your kingdom goes down what are you? A mere man under many.
When there is something that my parents gave me on my way then to join ranks early and leave as one of the last, especially when there are dark clouds on the horizon.