:D
"Your so-called ideologies are just your personal prejudices. Don't use yourself to represent us. I don't discriminate against anyone. Moreover, they speak the same language as us, have the same beliefs and the same nationality. If you discriminate against them just because of their bloodline, you are the one who should be discriminated against!"
"That's because you've all been deceived.
"I am not speaking for them, I am speaking for the Germans. It is you who are not Germans, not what you say."
Bang!
This situation can be seen in many places in Munich, where young people gather together to discuss politics and fight because of political differences, which reminds people of the House of Commons in the British Empire.
But this is not the House of Commons.
Just the streets of Munich.
People generally call this kind of young people who have a lot of time, are politically powerful and have high morale.
Street runner.
The young man is one of the many street urchins in Munich.
There is no stable job and no stable income.
They can only live in Munich's cheap accommodation facilities called "Men's Houses" for unemployed people.
For the young man, he felt that this might be the most difficult period of his life.
He applied twice for the Vienna University of the Arts but failed. When he came to Munich, he could only be a vagrant. Because he was Austrian and had no job, social subsidies such as poverty relief had basically nothing to do with him.
In their spare time, young people would read quietly or discuss politics with others.
Young people have no choice.
Just like before.
Get into a fight with someone.
In most cases, the young people were covered with injuries.
Such as now.
I had no choice but to leave the beer hall, and was too embarrassed to even go back to the so-called men's home. I could only find an empty corner on the street to sit down and wait for the night to fall alone.
It started to drizzle.
Bavaria in November is particularly cold and it rains from time to time.
The young man took out the small notebook and pen he carried with him.
Although he can no longer apply for admission to the University of the Arts Vienna, the young man has not given up his dream of painting.
If he couldn't even draw, what else could he do?
He raised his head and looked at Odeon Square in front of him.
There are not many pedestrians on the street anymore.
The statue of Ludwig I in the distance appeared shrouded in mist in the drizzle.
If nothing unexpected happens, the young man will draw the Leuchtenberg Palace, just like before.
only.
This time.
On the misty street, a girl in white military uniform stood under the eaves of a roadside cafe, giving people a feeling of
The feeling of being unreal and dreamlike.
The young man wanted to record this scene.
Raindrops fell on the eaves, connecting into lines and splashing tiny water droplets.
He took a deep breath, opened the small notebook in his hand to a blank page, and lightly touched the paper with the tip of the pen.
I will definitely draw it well this time.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
until.
"Are you done? It's tiring to keep this posture."
A soft, tender, and loving voice sounded in front of the young man.
You can also smell a faint fragrance.
The young man looked up.
Like ruby eyes reflecting the soul.
The girl was already standing in front of the young man.
The young man immediately closed the notebook, lowered his head and apologized to the girl.
"Feel sorry"
"Can you show it to me?"
"I didn't draw well"
The young man was indeed not very good at drawing portraits. If he had been able to do so, he might not have been rejected by the University of Vienna. 15 The girl did not care.
She gathered her long skirt and sat beside the young man, with a distance of one person between them, neither distant nor intimate.
"I have a question for you."
"I?"
The girl smiled.
He turned and looked at the young man.
"You seem to have a strong prejudice against them?"
"This is not prejudice, you don't understand
"So do you want to hear my opinion?"
"Um?"
The girl's eyes were fixed on the young man.
The young man thought the girl was being a little extreme.
Before the young man could speak.
The girl began to speak.
"Just kidding."
Of course it's fake.
The young man was somewhat confused by the girl. He could not understand the meaning of this sudden appearance of the girl. Could it be that this was a dying fantasy that appeared because he was about to die?
He had been arguing with someone in the bar until they were red in the face, but now he has become unable to speak.
"I don't quite understand what you mean."
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. I want to give you a chance to see where fate will take you and me."
The girl stretched out her slender fingers.
He took out a stack of marks from his bag and placed it in front of the young man.
"This money is enough for you to take the entrance exam to the University of Vienna. You don't even need to take it. You can become a painter again."
"Why?"
"Because I have too much money and nowhere to spend it."
"No......I can't have it."
The young man did not answer.
He can't afford it.
I can't pay it back in my lifetime.
"Wagner was also supported by Ludwig. Artists always need some sponsorship. Just consider it as payment for my painting. I will come to get it next time we meet."
The young man lowered his head. He couldn't refuse.
"How should I address you?"
"
Helga, just call me Helga.
The girl stood up.
It's raining in Bavaria.
Drip, drip.
The girl turned slightly sideways.
"Struggle with all your might in this era."