Only thiefs of water

English version

charity, gentleness, amenity, obligingness, helpfulness, mellowness...

All this is a part of kindness. And everybody of us know this kindness. She is there if we go along the streets and smile at our opponent. They not always smile back, however, the next time we meet this people they respond also with kindness. Especially old ladies shine over the whole face.

However, there are also places where one does not smile. There is no sort of kindness, right?

Unnerved Lloyd sits before his work. Over and over again the same one. He is worried and his nape hurts. Dearest he would jump up and throw his chair through the window of his office. However, this would not bring him much. Hardly more than a procedure against him, as well as increased work in contrast to a brief satisfaction and the conscience how it feels to break a window. He wanted to make this always, however, ascertained in his miss's favours over and over again it was in no way for him worthwile.

How often he had imagined in his daydreaming that he gets within a bus in an accident and can smash one of the windowpane with these odd hammers. How often he had thought about throwing a stone in a window, simply to destroy it. However, he had never been one of these boys who moved around the houses and rioted. He was looked about it always too cautiously and conscience-stricken. He was not even invited to parties. Everybody never could imagine him as some unapproachable grind who would do something forbidden. Even now he was invited to the enterprise celebrations only in pure formality where everybody behaved extremely stiffly and nobody offered an alcoholic beverage to him.

Nevertheless, to other events he was not allowed also. He was, finally, as a person under age of quite leading department manager of the main branch place and son of the enterprise leader. As carefully the other employees towards him behaved was already frightening. As if it was the mercury counter of a bomb which would become triggered if he was fed on enough information about her opinion or spare time. Thus everybody was strongly reserved to him and he was further mocked by his thoughts which declared him as an unknowing part of a big secret of the society; how does one belong to it? Certainly individuality goes swimming goes forward and rather against than with the stream, however, these are things I in twenty years will also say if I am single or politically married and me as professionally successfully designate.

My life. I could laugh at it. My life is nothing else as a representation of the abilities of my family for the public. However, in spite of all it is still my family. An association I for emotional reasons cannot leave!

Snorting I give up my work. I roll back with my chair and consider my full desk. I am thirsty. The empty water decanter considered unacceptable me almost and I transfers me moaned on the water away new to me to get. I always get something from the tap of the office kitchen what is forbidden, actually. However, I look at this as a small protest against my father, because he determines my life, however, he cannot control this small activity. This protest will not be prevented. My secretary has got used meantime also to the fact which I it would not want them something for my well-being should bring. Finally, she is no serf.

When I the office kitchen enter, nevertheless, somebody is already present against my expectations. A young woman from another department (probably still in the education) which smiles at me timidly, while she fills tap water in a decanter. From this situation in amazement I catch presently in to laugh for what it gives a receipt with a bad look and says, "What you laugh in such a way, I am not too paid determined overpriced water from the lobby which not even tastes!" Nevertheless, I hold up only my empty decanter and still also do not answer to her gurgling, "I saw making only nobody except as well as myself." As a result she also has to go smiling and extend to me after them her decanter had filled her right hand against, "Well then, my name is Jane, nevertheless, you can also call me 'Wathi', derived from waterthief." Laughing tears already step to me in the eyes, "I am Lloyd, nice to meet you, but we probably belong both to the confidential and hidden creed of the 'waterthiefs'." After we had arranged to meet for our next forbidden action, as a waterthiefs for the next day, we both returned again with full decanters to our work.

However, mine smile did not disappear. I radiated everybody which met to me with one smile. Since I had got to know the nicest young woman who has ever met me and had got to know in contrast to all people I up to now she did not behave towards me outdistances.