As I went to bed last night I was soo happy. I thought I was going to receive a phonecall or at least an e-mail today… Something, anything. Nothing came. I’m a little blue, but I guess I shouldn’t be so spoiled… It’s only been one week since I returned. One whole week with no German air. I’ll just stick my head in one of the suitcases – it smells of gingerbread, cause I brought some with me… of gingerbread, of Germany, of Christmas Markets…
Certa are doing their best to find me a clerkship… They write and call me, but it’s hard. I have no Approbation (one of my VIPs says „not yet“, but I’m not so convinced about the „yet“ part) and I don’t want SOME clerkship. I only want OB-GYN.
Sometimes I think you shouldn’t be reading my blog. I cannot stay impartial. Germany means too much to me. Especially after that month in Berlin. I have the feeling I’m going to forget all my German. And if I won’t, that fear of speaking it will return. I feel it. Yes, I do practice daily with Dr H., yes, I do write this blog, yes, I do have all my books around me, in front of me, yes, yes, yes, but it’s simply not the same. I am slowly shifting to a dark place and I only want to stay in bed now.
As soon as I woke up on the 30th, I grabbed my phone and wrote to the Scheuchs… but no reply. I checked my e-mails daily, I looked through my spam folder… perhaps it was there and I had missed it? So yesterday I stopped looking… and when I eventually checked again this evening, there was it!! My Scheuch Family have replied!!
Thank you for letting us know that you arrived safely. Your luggage was even heavier than you. The backpain should be gone by now.
It’s a pity that you weren’t here for New Year’s Eve. We could see the grand Fireworks from „your” balcony.
The place was ok. You didn’t bother us and it was a pleasure to meet you.
We wish you all the best in the New Year and hopefully all your plans will come true.
Perhaps there’ll be a reunion sometime.
Until then kind regards from Berlin to Craiova
Norbert and Gudrun Scheuch“
Dear Mrs Scheuch, dear Mr Scheuch, dear Eddy, here writing is C, the too quiet girl who used to hide in your home in the beginning of December. From what… that would be a too long story and we’d bore our readers. Every day a braver C. would leave your house. My steps were stronger and my dreams higher. As December went by, tiny miracles would happen on the first floor of the Scheuch Family home.
You gave me an Advent Calendar – with magic chocolates. It’s empty now, but I still have it.
See? I will always keep it. You know, I don’t find it to be a coincidence that you decided to work with Certa. This way, you could leave your mark on the life of an uninteresting (remember?) Romanian girl. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything you’ve done for me and, who knows, perhaps there will be a next time…