Dear Paris. Laura Paulsen

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      "Well, this can be cheerful, with this quay," Sharon whispered to her table neighbour Sabine.

      "Yes, terrible the guy!" Sabine agreed with her. "Luckily, I don't have it at home, so I'd get a divorce right away. Oh, nonsense, what do you mean, divorce? I wouldn't let that happen in my life."

      Sharon giggled. "No, me neither."

      Sharon got along with Sabine at first go. She was a few years older than herself, almost forty, not exactly the slimmest either, but by no means as overweight as Sharon. Beside her she could bite into her bread, which was thickly covered with meat sausage, without expecting a stupid saying I have to.

      When it was finally over at 3 pm, not only Sharon found that the first day had been quite tiring. And that should go on for the rest of the week! Hopefully the next few days will be less boring. From tomorrow they wanted to start writing applications and get the right polish, as the lecturer had expressed herself.

      "You'll see, with the right application. They won't be sorted out right away. You are one of the short-listed and have a good chance of receiving an invitation for an interview."

      But Sharon was rather skeptical. Sure, the application should be good, not slammed. But whether what the lecturer taught them would really have such a success? Well, she'd see if it made a difference on her next applications. Today there had been primarily information on how to apply properly. You could hardly imagine what you could do wrong and what people actually did wrong! It was a mystery to Sharon how adults came up with the idea of applying without a name or address, not adding a phone number, or simply applying on a detached check sheet, handwritten and full of spelling mistakes. Either these people didn't want to get the job they were applying for and they only applied because the job center forced them to, or they simply lacked intelligence. In any case, the lecturer assured that all the applications she had submitted had actually taken place in this way.

Chapter 2

      On the way home, Sharon quickly went into the discount store to buy some groceries and was happy when she finally arrived home shortly after four o'clock. From the exhausting first day of job application training and dragging the shopping all done.

      Her eyes fell on a removal van standing in front of the house. Two people were about to carry a couch into the house. That must be the entry of the new neighbors among her. The apartment had been empty for the last two months after the old Mrs. Lehmann had moved to the senior citizens' residence. I hope they were nice people.

      As Sharon slowly followed the men up the stairs with the couch, she saw a young man standing in the door of Mrs. Lehmann's former apartment. The two men put the couch upright in front of the apartment door.

      "Go by first, young lady," said the older of the two men.

      Sharon thanked and greeted the handsome blonde man standing at the front door.

      "Are you the new tenant? I'm Sharon Schröder and I live right above them." She hoped that didn't sound too curious.

      "Hello! Yes, I'm the new tenant. Joshua Miller. Well, here's to good neighborhood!"

      He smiled at her friendly and Sharon noticed his bright blue eyes. She would have liked to have stopped and exchanged a few words with this Mr. Miller. But that seemed a little too pushy for her.

      The men were certainly more interested in the couch and all the other furniture and cartons that were still in the removal van, in the than chatting with her. But as soon as she was in her apartment, her curiosity did not let her go and she could not help but run to the window and, standing behind the curtain, watch as the men unloaded the transporter.

      "Joshua Miller," she murmured to herself. "Not bad. He'd be something for me."

      But in the next moment she gave her joy about the new acquaintance a damper herself.

      "As if he'd even look at me! He greeted me friendly, why not, as a new neighbour, but there probably won't be anything more. He certainly doesn't like the hippopotamus I am."

      She turned her eyes away from the window and went into the kitchen to finally unpack her groceries and prepare dinner. Spaghetti with Bolognese sauce should be here today. Freshly boiled Bolognese sauce, no instant sauce. She didn't put anything like that on the table. Even though she had little money and let herself go, she at least cooked with fresh ingredients as far as possible and was not a fast food junkies. Well, the one or other frozen pizza also found its way into her stomach, just like she liked to get herself a kebab. But since cooking was her passion, she rarely had ready meals.

      While she was cooking, she was constantly thinking about her new neighbour. Again and again she ran to the window and took a look at the transporter that was still standing in front of the front door.

      I don't even know this guy! Maybe he has a wife or girlfriend, maybe he isn't as likeable as he seemed at first glance, she tried to persuade herself. But her thoughts just didn't want to wander away from him.

      "This hasn't happened to me for a long time, that somebody fascinates me like that".

      Shaking her head, she wrapped some spaghetti on the fork, led it to her mouth - and jumped open immediately when she heard the door under her open and the men said goodbye to each other. She pressed her ear against the apartment door to hear better. But then the door under her closed and she heard the footsteps of the men down the stairs.

      She ran quickly to the window. The two men who had just carried the couch up the stairs got into the furniture van and drove away. The move was obviously done. It was quiet under her. A woman's voice had not yet been heard and there had been no woman to be seen. At least Joshua Miller seemed to have moved into the apartment alone.

      She sat down again at the table and ate on. The tabloid magazine "Taff" ran on television, but she didn't listen at all today. While eating the dessert, a chocolate cream pudding, she suddenly paused and dropped the spoon into the cup.

      "If I keep eating like this, he won't look at me! I have to stop stuffing myself like this!"

      She felt a tear rolling down her cheek. "My whole life would be different if I wasn't so fat! I might have a chance with Joshua and I might finally find a job again - and besides, I wouldn't always sweat so fast and get out of breath so fast. My knees already hurt when I walk stairs. I'll ruin my health if I don't finally do something. But it is the only thing I enjoy - eating, cooking, baking, and of course watching TV and surfing the Internet. What else have I got?"

      As more tears ran down her cheeks, she picked up her chocolate pudding again and ate it further.

      "Now I've started it, now I'm eating it too. He won't end up in the garbage. But at least I could start with some sport today. Afterwards, when I watch a movie, I'll do some exercises."

      That was easier said than done. It wasn't her first attempt at sports. Again and again she had failed and gave up her plan before she had really started. Around 8 pm, when she was sitting in front of the news, she still felt too full of dinner and postponed her sport exercises to 9 pm. At 9 pm, in the middle of the film, she thought that she wanted to start sports today, but didn't feel like getting up and starting. It was just so nice and comfortable on the couch and the film exciting! At 10 pm, when the film was over and she was zapping on another programme, she wondered if she shouldn't start playing sports tomorrow. One day is no longer important.

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