Marques The Branded

Marques The Branded

my fight for survival

Alfred Neuenweger

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What we are dealing with here in this book has already been described in more detail in the blurb, so here not again the same in the Repeat!

But you can be prepared for some mental hard to digest chunks!

The Verdingchilds, one has often heard of it, but never so directly from self-experienced a person who this whole ordeal forced to take part !

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Words to you personally from Alfred Neuenweger:

Welcome, dear bookworms

My name has only recently changed to Alfred Neuenweger.

Old name already existed since 2006, since my old memories work up on indigo level

( What The Fuck is This? )

It was a long time before I finally got to

that new branding.

Since to my new book divisions alignment my

old branding definitely doesn't fit any more, and I'm not

also a very close friend said that

he couldn't quite get to grips with it, and I

and to top it all off.

I had to separate my two book publishers.

However, I wouldn't be me if I had to go through

have such trifles thrown off course

would!

And thus an absolute new beginning is pending!

Even then, about five years ago.

Vescoli had cooked in a lounge, or with Steve

Lee had dinner at a table, I never would've

that I'd ever get to the point,

which I'm at now!

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My time as a Verdingchild Part I

My file inspection

Niederlenz, den 26.09.2016

To the Argovia State Archives

Concerning inspection of files

Dear Mrs. Rauschert

I, the scribe, after a phone call to the office, would like all my files about me, which were created by Jugendanwalt Dr. Kaufmann, if still available, a full copy.

To my person: I was born on May 13, 1947 in Muri, living with my parents in Wohlen AG.

Since I would like to roll up my life, I need still many documents, partly I got them already from the youth home Aarburg and observation station Rüfenach AG.

I still miss these from the farmers, where I was placed, but this is difficult, because they are deceased.

Now I hope to receive more from you, as you surely know, I am entitled to it. I hope for your understanding.

Sincerely yours Marques Brand

Documents about my person

October 5th 2016

Documents about my person

Dear Mr Brand

Thank you very much for your inquiry. We will be happy to help you with your file search.

You will find copies of our files in the attachment. It is a card of the public prosecutor's office as well as two judgments of the youth court Bremgarten and three judgments of the youth court Muri.

Unfortunately, we were unable to produce copies of better quality. We hope that the documents will still be legible.

We hope to be of assistance to you and wish you all the best.

Friendly greetings

Dr. Jeanette Rauschert

Head of Collections and Holdings

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Fig. no. 1 (original illustration only names hidden)

Theoretically, I could have just put all the document scans together, but the author had a much better idea!

Since each of these documents contained here in the book tells its own story, each should also appear as a new chapter for itself ...

So then also promptly converted.

I Marques how everything began

I Marques and my love at that time, which it still is today, had to be, so that we at that time

had enough food to go to a sugar beet field to steal it and eat it.

Sugar is known to give enough energy to survive, butchers' sausages or bread thrown away by the baker were also very welcome ...

I also often thought of suicide during this time, because all that was around me

was very difficult to bear and scratched me with a butcher's knife during my apprenticeship, so I had to go to the doctor several times!

These wounds are still visible from the outside today, but the spiritual wounds are closed from the outside forever, but always there!

I was born on 13 May 1947 on a Tuesday at five to half past six in Muri Aargau.

At the age of eight weeks, as I could see from my files, I was left in a children's home, why don't I know?

I did two classes where my parents had been.

Then I came away to a farmer, from the farmer I came then to Rüfenach, in a

Observation station.

From there to a farmer, then again to a farmer, to the very last I came into the apprenticeship.

There I had done a few stupid things, where the youth attorney's office had to come.

Dr. Kaufmann died, God bless him, he had nothing to do with the farmers, the last time I landed was in Aarburg.

In Aarburg I learned everything I can now, I was one of the weakest, but always the asshole of all, and there I wanted to commit suicide!

Then I came to Königsfelden, where I hung someone who wanted to hang himself, and they asked me why I wanted to commit suicide!

Then I said:

If I have to go up there again, I jump over the rock right outside!

There I learn everything I haven't been able to before!

Then they only say now the Nazi Brand is coming, they tell me the young Nazi Brand those who are still alive and who still know about it.

There he comes running along and says only so now I have you Brand Nazi!

I was just thinking, oh you holy guy, there are four butchers from Braunwald to whom I'm going.

and went up again and again!

I thought only for myself, now you may not show any nakedness, you then I had had distance to him and thundered him twice, there went this guy to the ground!

And then I was afraid he'd take me, and I put him on his mouth.

Hammered, and the Juho's policeman who now also died in the meantime, had also been Verdingbube, but that might have been heir, that had been millionaire Bobfahrer still from Dientikon, that then tore me off him and brought me home.

Yes, nothing happens anymore, you don't have to be afraid anymore, he knew me very well.

God damn it, I had torn his clothes off at the policeman too!

Then I drove home, I also had to pay the taxi!

But nothing really happened after that.

Then I said, it was good that I did not, but once I had 125 kilos, hui, if I was there I'd come like a steam hammer!

I just didn't wait until they hit me, I used to get hit on the mouth, and then I said to myself, and now nobody hits me on the mouth anymore!

No no, when I had my first fight, this tough guy that I had fought down, that his people congratulated me, that's not that I just did my first fight, I just said yes and here's the coach, and earlier you had a license to do it, he's from Bern and I only had the coach, you can see that's the first fight from me!

Ha to him I threshed one, like the gsüden Tison!

Like a bastard, no no I used to be like a fighting dog, in bed I still have such stupid memories when I can't sleep!

So much of what I experienced came back up to me earlier, it's really unbelievable, I could tell you about it for whole days!

At the present time it is unfortunately only about a third of what I know!

I don't understand why you do this with your Marlen, such an incredible thing.

If someone tells me you have heard this I have heard, then I only reply tell me who said this, then I already ask him!

This is only noise, leave this alone!

No no, we have to confront people when they are there, not when they talk about you behind their backs again!

My father was also true like me, someone came into the restaurant to the Stammtisch, and someone spoke to him about what he had said about him in the absence of my father, now he is there and can tell it!

He only countered with: "No, nothing at all!

My father got so angry that he hit him and flew him and his chair back through the restaurant!

"So this you have now for your lies you bastard!

That is just dishonest, you should stand by what you have said, anytime and anywhere, if the police asks, then this is ok, that's called white lies!

If it is not necessary, then I am not going to drag myself into the mud, well if they have something against your person, which is clear, and they have enough evidence then it must be so, but otherwise ...

I don't know how old I will get, and what I have to go through in this regard, when I die then there is finally rest with all this shit!

I thought that at the age of 70-zig I would finally rest with it, but the KESB this dirty gang I already had twice theater with them because of my life partner!

Then when I want to say something, they only say to me: "You have nothing more to say, you are no longer your husband!

"Why not, both parents are dead, both brothers are dead, one of them shot himself, and she herself had also had breast cancer?

Mostly the girls have this, and the daughter of a brother who died now also has cancer. His mother's daughters will certainly get breast cancer, because such things are hereditary!

They also operated off Marlen's breast, they also had to operate off the breast of the teacher I know, you look like I tell you, we got ointment to prevent the skin from growing, I did all this, I'm not like that!

This disgusted me very much, I could hardly look. If I see a cripple that grays me, I'll do the same. But I pushed a knife into it, and you can see out of it again?

Look there, here I was sewn with 78 stitches, and everyone was taken out again with the nail clip.

I worked on it with my father at Cataneo, there it tore everything away from me again!

When he saw this, he only said about it: "You don't go to the doctor, wound powder on it, some gauze, a floor cloth and string around it and was good!

So I had to go back to work fact, so they say to me you're a tough bastard!

My attending doctor also said: "You are a horse, this is not normal that a person can bear so much pain because of your broken ribs, any other normal person would have gone to the doctor because of that long ago and had this operated!

Probably do it sometime. I can't go because of Marlen, who will be there for her and take care of her?

I can't leave her at home alone for a whole day!

"Yes then there comes the KESB!

"Yes, the KESB, they're watching her take her pills, and that's eating or what?"

No, I can't. You'll go insane.

If I want to see a bill or account they just say: "This they go nothing more to them they are no longer the man!

"Oh so?

Good, but then to look at them I am good enough?

Do you also pay me for these services?"

On the 13th of May where her birthday is, she was again in Königsfelden, fenced in and locked in, she could not go outside. Then they called me from there to come and fetch her.

"She is not serious, my wife could not even go to the kiosk on her own and now I should come and get her, what then if she leaves a shit off again I am the asshole again?

You know, this is so my slang.

Once I went there and brought her fresh clothes and a Nesesaire. Then a young long-haired guy comes along and just says, "Bag check!

I just say, "Are we in prison here or where are we?

Do you think I'll bring her a knife or what?"

Then I got so angry and took this bag and threw it at his head!

Then someone came around the corner and asked what was going on?

Then I just replied: "This cheeky guy wants to do a bag check, do you seriously think I'm going to bring my wife a knife?

"You're a crazy guy, you belong in here!"

Then I said, "Try to take me!"

No, they already know me down there. All in all, they were fourteen times down there, about six times for me. They already know me, and what my nature is like.

It doesn't matter where I am, I talk to you everywhere the same way I talk to you now, no matter with whom, and when I get angry then I get loud and also very dominant!

I don't say asshole to an official, but I speak so clearly that they already notice what I want to say with it.

True still racialize me, after that I called the doctor it would not work with her any more, then I came back to the room, there she already no longer there.

I looked out of the window, I only saw her with her nightgown in the brook, we live in Hochparter. I've never been down so fast before, faster than with the elevator and went to get her as fast as I could.

The doctor had two minutes from the mountain down to us, yes he comes then in the evening at half past nine o'clock.

Marlen spoke to me one last time.

There already saw me a coworker of the shop which is directly under our apartment. And she said: "Look over there, did you bastard throw her down?"

Luckily the policemen who had grabbed me were present right away, otherwise I would have sausaged them for this statement!

Fortunately, the bank manager who had the branch right next to him saw her jump down. Imagine if I had seen it and just jumped out, then I would have been him again, this would have been it!

Then the director said: "No, no, I saw it, it wasn't him, she jumped down there herself!

This was my salvation!

She was in a coma for a long time, that's why she walks so bent forward. Even the shot she survived, which went in here by the eye, so she only sees light and dark on one of her eyes. She also had debts until her ears wobbled, so I wrote letters to the bank to make this stop, now she is finally free of debts. I did all this for her, not anyone else!

And today the KESB comes and I am the asshole again, not someone else!

Where she jumped down the balcony she had a cast, then a corset. What a lot of money it cost, the bills just fluttered into the house. There I spoke to them this I can pay nevertheless impossible!

Then they said they'd take out a loan, that's no problem nowadays. After which I went straight to the bank and said: "I urgently need a loan so that I can pay the hospital costs so about 12,000 francs!

"Oh, Mr. Brand, they're taking in 30,000, it won't take that much longer!"

One year after the cure she was already at home again, there they argued still who pays this now!

I have paid these, I had 30,000 debts on it, and I knew that I get money from somewhere, on it I called the bank one must only talk to the people, not only stupid talk!

Believe me, I got two payment slips on it, which I paid in the amount of CHF 1,200 on the same day!

Fortunately, there are still numerous documents available, which can prove all this quite clearly, which I have organized afterwards nevertheless still on one or other detour, and which are also attached to this book.

There would have been many more documents, which I could have inserted in this book, but then it would have almost amounted to an endless loop.

In the children's ward in Rüfenach, I nudged a girl with my foot under the table.

However, this was immediately dismissed as sexual harassment of minors.

Also when I made trips with the "boys", I was taken along only because I was the only one with a car could drive, even if I at that time still no driving licence possessed, I was punished however the same as the others, even if I was only forced to it.

Also in Aarburg the institution the good Dr. anyway!

He always had something wrong with me, even if I wasn't to blame, like the coffee theft!

Fortunately, he hasn't lived for a long time today!

No matter what I did, it always ended up in court.

In the Pestalozzi home I already felt, deported there by the farmers and families, good times in comparison to everything else until then experienced, I felt there relatively very well.

Then, when I was washing my car, a stranger approached me and offered me pens and money if I would come with him.

He would know a very nice place where we could have a look at history, if I agreed, I should go there in the afternoon.

I thought I could use more than a little money!

And so I decided to go there.

He was already waiting there as agreed.

Then he suddenly asked me to undress!

At first I refused, but when he had pulled out his butcher's knife and threatened me, I took off my clothes as he ordered, and sat down lightly covered in straw.

In my head I thought that I would get the money I had promised as soon as possible.

I then spoke to him promptly.

But he hesitated noticeably, at some point it also dawned on me, he never wanted to give me the money in the first place!

Then I only thought of escaping as soon as possible!

I saw that he had come with a bicycle, there true for me the escape plan clear!

When he wasn't looking and distracted, I jumped off sitting naked on this bike and drove back to Aarburg to the home as fast as I could!

There I was also immediately taken in receipt and told everything what had happened.