When we had left the city behind us, Charly led me to one
Bridge.
"What do we want here?" I asked astonished.
"Well I live here." he answered. His eyes flashed mischievously. He knew
probably exactly that I had thought of a house rather than a bridge.
But I think I will be prepared for many surprises from now on
had to.
I took a closer look at the bridge. A couple of old blankets sewn together
served front and back, at the bridge exits, as a door or wall. At the inside
There were ceilings scattered on the walls, which were supposed to be beds. Here
So several people had to live. There were old cupboards between the ceilings
probably from the hazardous waste on which everything was scattered. I saw
even an old western saddle. Did Charly have any more horses?
"What are you doing here?"
I spun around, frightened. A tall, blond boy stood in the doorway
and looked at me angrily.
"Well, so I ... Charly, so he ... uh ..." I stammered.My stay here got off to a great start.
"May I introduce? This is Billie, Billie, this is Mayra."
"From where do you know my name?" I asked Charly, who was just behind Billie
showed up.
"I found out in the hospital."
"What is she doing here?" Billie turned angrily to Charly.
"She lives here now." he explained to the unsuspecting Billie.
"Forever?"
Charly shrugged her shoulders. Anyway, I hoped to stay here forever
can. Because where else should I go? And besides, I liked it here, with
I'll fix Billie.
"You sleep in my place tonight." he said, pointing to the ceiling
next to the western saddle.
"Tomorrow we will make your own place for you." He smiled encouragingly
closed and then disappeared.
"And where does he sleep?" I asked Billie.
"Outside with the horses." he said sullenly, like it was all my fault. In
In a way it was true, but Charly had offered it to me.
I took a closer look at Billie now.He was taller than Charly, but didn't look like that
strong and nice. it looked like it came straight out of a trash compactor.
His face was so narrow. Shortly afterwards we got along really well. He was
funny, but he could also be serious, although it was always difficult for him. Later
I also met the other two residents of this pretty bridge villa
know Johnny and Pitt. Pitt was the smallest, which is why he is also called Pitti
has been. He was very fearful and reticent, however, around strangers
otherwise cocky and up for any joke. Except when the jokes are against
are him, then he gets mad. He can be intimidated very easily, but is
otherwise a great buddy.
Johnny was a great buddy too. He had black, short hair and was
not much bigger than Pitti. He was very rarely speaking seriously and sensibly
you could hardly be with him at all. Sometimes his sense of humor was right for you
annoying.
They all called themselves a gang of eagles and they called the bridge the eagle's nest.In the evening when I was lying in Charly's "bed" and thinking of my parents, I thought
also about what I should do now. What should I be later? I could
yes now no longer go to school, so I had no good prospects
a job. I couldn't sleep, so I decided to get up and
To look for Charly. I left the bridge and looked for the horses around Charly
looking for who should be with the horses.
“What are you still doing out here?” I was almost scared to death. Charly stood
behind me and smiled. He seemed to be amused by it, so terrified me
to have.
"I can't sleep, I think about it all the time
shall be. "" You worry too much about the future, better think about it
this now and here. "Who did you fight yesterday?"
few youngsters who thought they were better than everyone else. I
wanted to prove them wrong, but before it really started we got thereCops. You, but your mother was really nice. "Charly smiled tiredly.
“I miss my parents.” I started crying again. Charly took me in
arms and comforted me. Then he led me away from the bridge to one
Pond. We sat down next to each other.
"Charly, what about your parents?" I asked him.
"When I was five, my mother left me and my father. She did
married another. Then my father got married too, she was
Germans, that's why we left America and went to Germany
drawn. His new girl didn't like me and that was based on
Reciprocity. When my father saw this, he kicked me out and I said
should from now on finish alone. Another street boy picked me up
and when I was ten I moved under the bridge with Billie. I have since then
Only seen my father a couple of times by chance on the street, but he did
always as if he doesn't know me."" You had it worse then
than me, after all, my parents didn't purposely leave me alone.
Would you want to see your parents again? "" My mother does, but mine
Father not. I never really liked him. But about my mother
To be able to visit, I would have to go to America, and that works a little badly. "
"Are you really a real American?" I asked.
"Yes, and I'm proud of it."
"I can imagine. I would also like to go to America, it's one of those
wonderful country. "
Only now did I notice that Charly was getting closer and closer to me during the conversation
was.
"Where in America would you like to go?" he asked as if he didn't know
that he was almost sitting on my lap.
“Well, maybe to New York or San Francisco.” I tried from Charly
move away, but he slipped after me.
Suddenly he looked me straight in the face and asked: "Are you in love?"
“How did you come up with that?” I knew exactly what he meant by that, but I wasso easy to see through?
"Well, just like that." he said and looked back to himself.
“Yes, I am.” He looked at me again now.
“Can you ask who?” I didn't know if I would tell him the truth
should, but then did it anyway, because sooner or later he would do it anyway
would have found out.
"In you." I noticed that I was blushing and looked at him. We always came
closer and finally it happened. We kissed. That feeling was
indescribable. I wished that this kiss would never go away.
But Charly stopped and smiled at me.
"I think it's mutual ... you should go to bed now."
he said then and stroked my cheek again. I went back to
Bridge while Charly remained seated by the pond. When I arrived at the bridge
I slipped into Charly's bed as quietly as possible. I loved Charly, that
was quite sure and he loved me, but did we have a future?He had
Certainly never seen the inside of a school and I was listening now when I was twelve
Years to go to school. I didn't worry about it anymore
when Charly came and lay down next to me under the covers. Felt for the first time
I felt at home here and was happy.

END