It: Get the door!
Me: No.
He: Mr. Pfitzer, do not make it worse.
Me: I will not leave this apartment.
He: And if you are doing that. Your time is up. They had enough time to pack your belongings.
I: Let me pay my debt and stay here. I'm at the Hartz IV recipients.
He: That's even worse.
Me: It's not. I have recorded a double payment. I can pay my rent directly. And if you leave me to the employment agency, I still worry that the future rent payments directly from official channels on the account of your father's land.
He: No way, Pfitzer. I will not trust you. And my parents do not.
Me: But you will still probably still believe the German state and its liquidity.
He: In today's times? I do not laugh, Mr. Pfitzer, I do not laugh. Now make the door!
I: No eviction notice I'm not going anywhere.
He: Wait for it now and if I hand-wrap the door.
I: To ruin but only the ownership of your father.
He: You're right. Then I wait just outside the door. Until They come out. And then came the last time out that door, we understood each other?
Me: Just think for once, Mr. Wilhelm. If I move out now, I never pay my debts. If I pay my debt to stay, you or your parents still have a lot more of it.
He: Where do you get the money for?
Me: I have a plan.
He: Me too. I call my lawyer now. And if we get you out with the police, believe me, we get you out.
I watched Mr. Wilhelm Jr. long through the peephole. He went away a moment from my apartment door, but stood as if turned the stairs are waiting. I was sure he would spend the night there.
I quickly sold two beers to the facade painter, jumped from my balcony on the scaffolding, and from there down the street. I paid the proceeds of the Busgeld and drove a breeze to work agency.
When I was in Mr. Cartier's admission office, I called back from a boyish woman.
you: Do you have an appointment?
Me: No, but a gold card. Where is Mr Cartier? He knows me.
you: Mr. Cartier no longer works here. I have now taken over the management of the Job Centers. And you certainly have no "gold card".
Me: Why is he no longer works here?
you: Oh, he can be shifted. In the headquarters in Nuremberg. Corruption Department.
I: Oha.
: If you would please just take a number, I have to do.
Me: I just need a confirmation from you that they take over from then on my rent payment.
you: As I said, you pull out a number.
Me: It is urgent.
you: I'm not interested. You have to wait like everyone else here.
Me: Listen, woman ...
you: Michailovic.
I: Michailovic? It is about life and death. My life and my death. You must now be done quickly.
you: Get out now or I call the security service.
met in the waiting area I an old friend.
I: Hello Eddy, what are you doing here?
He: What? Oh, you lazy pig, well, no wonder I meet you here.
Me: I'm here, of course by itself, but what an Edgar shellac for the ALG-2 waiting area?
He: Well, what now, you bum. Wait.
I: What is happens to the company shellac electrical engineering?
He: What should have happened already. I am bankrupt. Three times you can guess who I have to thank for that.
Me: Well, certainly not me. Finally, I'm already a year ago no longer there.
He: After Christmas, the mood among the staff was correspondingly poor. Then the economic downturn. Oh, what I tell you the fact.
I: And now there's an extra dose of Hartz IV, as has been previously saved from the unemployment insurance.
He: For you I have indeed paid. I'm me, nothing happens, the operation would be safe. And now get I get the same money as you do because you see how unfair this country is.
I: You have the 209, I have the 215th This is poetic justice.
two and a half hours later I had the wiper. I returned home and opened the front door. "Who's there?" The younger William already heard from above. I sneaked back out, climbed on the scaffolding and my balcony in the apartment and went to the apartment door. I pushed Wilhelm Jr., the documents under the door, but he was not satisfied. Either I rest my debt would be kicked out or pay.
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