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My Lonely Island continued...

.....From up there in the far, far horizon I can see a little bit of a second island and my turn point if I go swimming in the sea. A hill which is a bit looking out of the water so that a very small island reaches over the surface of the sea. If I swim I go up there and take a small break for 5 minutes and then swim back. If I am bored I am going diving in the riffs of my coast, in the blue, aquamarine type of coloured water. I take a small bamboo peace as a snorkel and start diving. There are multicoloured fishes, thousands of them, and rays and jellyfishes. There are also corallines. They are from yellow to purple to red they have every colour in the world. But the best thing about the diving is a sunken ship. I need to swim 500 meters to it but then I can explore it. It is totally rusty and destroyed its wrack is just 4 meters under me so I do not get tired of swimming. And in case the top of it (the watching point) reaches out of the surface so I can stand on it. I have no idea why but it is a German-delivery-boat from the Second World War (because it has a swastika on it). It has huge holes on its bottom so I guess a torpedo of an American submarine hit it. All in all my island is special, and that is what I like about it.

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My lonely island:

I am living here in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. I am lying in the hot shinning sun and listening to the waves from the sea just, 5 meters away from me. How they slowly and calm reach the edge of the beach and sometimes pass it and touch my cold feet. While the soft sand is touching me and gives me a good place to lay on. In the deep, unexplored jungle, I am listening to the wild and weird sounds of animals jumping around. How the wind slowly stripes the leafs on the top of the huge trees for the palm trees. The western our eastern world wouldn’t do that but I am living in a very small tree house. About 30 square meters, no toilette, no shower the only thing which is in there is my bed, made out of bamboo and leafs. It is very high up about ten meters so that no wild animals can reach it. The general building is also made out of bamboo, leafs and lianas. I just bound the lianas on trees and hang my house onto it. On my island there is on cliff, I go up there and in the evening watching the most beautiful sunsets in the whole world. But if it is daylight I am sitting on the about 20 meters high cliff, out of hard and heavy stones.

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Living in New York continued

From the outside it looks more like a barrack. It is wooden with a 10 square yard garden. But my life hasn’t always been like this. Before my father died, my life was, well let’s say acceptable. My dad kind of was the money maker in our family. I don’t say that he was a top manager or something like that but he brought enough money in, to closely buy the rent of our apartment and the food that we needed. Yes, I said apartment, I was living in there for 11 years. As much as I see of the 15 inch TV in my neighbours cellar while working, that apartment was not the typical the dream of an average American, but compared to the house where I am living in right now there is one definite winner. Actually my dad worked in an iron-factory. They produce iron-bars made for pretty much everything on this planet. My dad drove a pallet-jack, every day 8 hours, taking the already finished iron-bars and drives them to a big truck and unloads them in its trunk. He was a nice guy, every 2^nd Wednesday we played our favourite card-game together. It was Poker. Sometimes also mom joined our match, because we annoyed her 15 minutes straight that Poker is boring with only 2 people. But back to present you will not belief what is happening right now…

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Living in New York

Hi, I’m Jakob. I am living here since my dads death. Here in the ghettos of New York. In the last 3 years everything changed for my whole life. I am hoping every day that my mom comes back home with some eatable food in her arms. I’m only 14, so I’m legally not even allowed to work, so I cannot help her. Well sometimes I am working with some illegal Mexican immigrants, in our neighbours’ cellar. Mainly we are washing clothes, sometimes but really rare we are washing cars. Yes, I am exited about this, because washing cars equals a lot of work so I get a lot of money. I mean 3.25$ an hour might not be enough to buy a ship but it is a good sandwich or burger. Then also my mom is pregnant by some unknown guy, well I don’t know him and he was never and I guess he won’t ever come to our house again. Still my mom is going into the city every day to get money. Mainly she is bagging in subway-stations hoping that someone fells mercy to her. God I am afraid of the birth of that kid. I hope that my mom doesn’t give the baby to birth in our house. So, if I’m not working, I sometimes go to public school or just stay at my house. It is not big just 4 rooms, a bathroom(only with cold water), my room( simply a bed, a table and a chair), my moms room(same as mine just a bit bigger) and the kitchen, which no one ever uses…

Free Writing 4

Random Hunt continued

… he knew that he was in his territorial, so he stopped running and went into the cops

direction. He expected that one of his gang members would hit the cop from behind while he

was talking to Fernando. But they didn’t just hit him they took a handgun and fired more than

5 bullets on the cop, who fell down on the ground. Fernando was shocked he couldn’t believe

what just happened. He didn’t say one word, he just ran away. He thought of that one

policeman who just died because of doing the right thing. Since that day he recognized that

what he did in his whole life is wrong, that the others, the enemies are doing it right. After

thinking about that a while he joined the Rio de Janeiro police. He mainly did his job well and

he didn’t feel like doing something childish he felt like an adult having a job. After 5 years

working there he bought a nice house not like his old barrack in the slums of Rio de Janeiro.

Living nice and having a better life.

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Random Hunt

Fernando was running behind his own gang. The policemen were still hunting for them but

everyone was taking different turns in the tight streets of Rio de Janeiro. So the whole gang

split up in less then 3 minutes, only 4 gang-members were caught. But still one more

policeman was looking for Fernando, who was hiding in a blind alley behind some old

cardboard-boxes. He knew that in case that he‘d get caught, there wouldn’t be a way out of

the prison the next 5 years. So suddenly the policeman stopped just in front of the alley and

looked around. It seemed like he has spotted someone. Fernando’s heartbeat raised, his normally light-brown skin turned pale white. A cold water drop was running down his back.

He didn’t move, the policeman got closer and closer and he found one of Fernando’s piercings, he knew he was close. Then Fernando couldn’t deal with the pressure anymore.

He stood up and got out of his hiding-place, then he kicked the policeman on his legs, who

fell down to the ground afterwards. Fernando ran as fast as possible, as he has never before,

just to get away from the police. But what he did next changed his life…

Freewriting 2

Libya in Troubles (2010)

Libya:

Recently the American Government has sent their first airstrike against the Libyan soldiers, which are supposed to attack the Libyan rebels. The American Government couldn’t take it anymore because Libya was killing its own people and civilians. Other important nations refuse to help out in the critical situation. The meanings in the EU are also split; the United Kingdom agreed with the United States and they are about to send Support for the Rebels. But other counties try to act like they are not involved at all in this, like Italy. The Italian population has mainly refused to send troops into the war, because they don’t want war on their own. 47% of the American population agreed that the air striking was the correct thing to do and only 36% said that it was wrong. And even at the general international aim the American population is disagreeing; 46% said that Qaddafi should be removed and 43% said that the lives and the security of civilians are more important than Qaddafi. The consequences of the air strikes are not known yet and hopefully make Qaddafi clear about what he is doing.