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meeting with Djamal

Ich stehe am Bahnhof einer großen Stadt und warte auf Djamal, der letzte Jugendliche, den ich beim Schreiben der Biografie begleite. Ich bin gespannt, ob ich ihn wiedererkenne. Er sah immer so unterschiedlich aus. Im Gefängnis mit Knastkleidung und düsterem traurigem Gesicht, auf der Bank an einem Spielplatz mit schmutzigen Sachen, einer bunten Mütze und geweiteten Pupillen, dann mal mit schwarzer Leather jacket and long hair. The
Djamal, who is now against me is completely changed. He laughs, and to form his mouth, small dimples. Right now he looks boyish.

When he was released after 1 1 / 2 years in prison, he stood before a pile of rubble. violation of the parents, he had no identity card and residence permit. He was able to rent an apartment, do not look no work, go to school and open an account. Again and again he was the police in hot pursuit. 200 social hours he had received as probation. This can create
you do not, I thought so many times. Especially not at 18 But
Djamal had a clear goal in mind. No more prison.

Where I could, I helped him. Even the publisher was there when worst comes to worst was.
A great work is done by social workers and street workers. You created weekly plans for him, supported him in office corridors and courts, accompanied him, also psychologically.
The brilliant work but provided Djamal He kept himself well in his latest weekly schedule and also worked from his social hours. When he finally had the personnel, he looked a little flat and applied Hartz IV In the summer he will go back to school.
He has not yet created.
But it looks damn good for him.

His book "deported" appears in the fall.