Here I am at just over 17 years old.

The situation continued with my second mother. She still did not accept me. Therefore she put me into college again, I came out of that at 16 years old.

I came back to an estranged family, my stepmother was hostile and irritated, my father embarassed, my brother was worried about losing his position of apparent only child because for a long time he had never had to share anything with me.

I felt out of place, undesired, uneasy. The last and least.

One night I ran away from home, never to return.

I settled down in Salzburg, I studied and I made my way by washing glasses in a bierkeller where they also gave me a meal.

My father looked for me just once, asking what I was planning to do. I answered that I was definitely not going to come back home, and that that was my final answer.

He let me go.