Those who can not distinguish the shadow of a dog from a wolf, is lost.
She had a habit of going on the way to work, where she was employed as a technical designer, through the almost deserted narrow streets of the city.
That morning, at the beginning of winter, it had snowed the night before, and it was still dark, but it was this soft mild darkness of the dawn, behind which one feels are the light and good for the soul. Unknown hurried past her, very quickly, without speaking, even with sleep in the corner of her eye, she rushed to their offices or factories where lights were on, there was heat, but also the noise of machinery. They were like shadows under the flickering streetlights and glided to her who was himself also a shadow over. It was not yet light, the road glittered moist under the street lights, the sky seemed full of clouds, a renewed snowfall was possible.
This young woman was fast, it was already late, the road is still long, she had to hurry to have time to get to their workplace.
This young woman was beautiful, tall, she had brown shoulder-length hair that fell over his forehead; she had beautiful almond-shaped eyes, beautiful big eyes, they were the most beautiful eyes you can imagine. She had a small nose; a beautiful curved mouth and small ears that were hidden behind her hair. She had long legs with which they ausschritt far. So at dusk maybe she went through as a worker, so packed as it was. The cold penetrated her clothing.
A tram came squealing therefore, light shone from the windows to the street, she stopped, the doors opened and passengers got out, others got in.
From a distance she heard a siren, that was her starting work and she was not at work! She began to walk easily. The few people who were still on the road began to go faster, some ran well, like this young woman.
The porter looked away as she squeezed through the door. Only when she was through the door, he looked up to her. He said friendly but not without mockery: "Once again overslept, Helene?" And he smirked.
And Helene looked at him, smiled at him, said, "Good morning! Good thing you're here, otherwise no one would have noticed that I'm a little too late! "
"Helene, hurry up dear, the boss is already there! "
She ran to the staircase, because the elevators were a lot of people and they really had no time to lose.
Helene Schröder, just 20 years young, had arrived at their workplace. This was in a large office space by working many technicians, engineers and draftsmen. It was one of those rooms, equipped with air conditioning and the windows could not be opened. The bright neon lights dazzled the eyes and they always needed some time to get used to it.
She had started here their teaching, back when they had completed their compulsory school. Your final grades had been underwhelming, they had just come through so maybe the teachers had also let them get away, because she had always been a well-behaved and shy girl had never noticed she was as expected of girls have been so.
Helene had not really known what profession should learn it. The girls professions did not like her, with these professions, hairdresser, typist, secretary, assistant, shop assistant, so she did not know anything to get started. Helene happy and their parents admired her drawings recorded. Usually they drew flowers, trees that could see them through the window, sometimes their mother. As then came the day of the decision and their parents asked them what they wish to take on a job, they then, as they had no answer. At just 15 years because it can happen that they had no answer to such a question. She just shrugged her shoulders. One thing everyone knew - the profession they should take - that should also bring something, and then all three began to think, what profession for Helene could come into question. Soon they had checked off the popular girls professions and put to one side, as the father recalled the drawings of his daughter.
"But you can draw well and you also like to draw. Is not that right? "
The father had become cautious, he asked rather fall into the house as the door.
"That's true", Helene replied.
"We should worry about whether there is any profession where you can draw. You have talent and you have fun and joy. One thing I can tell you also equal say the profession should you enjoy, otherwise you go crazy, that I can tell you from personal experience. "
And so they started thinking about it.
After a while, the mother said: "The little Fritz, as the neighbor who has started an apprenticeship as a technical draftsman in the steel mill. I talked to his mother, he is very happy and the merit of an applicant appears to be quite good. Would that be something for you? Helene - the technical designer, sounds good at. "
After some discussions, which revolved not only to the teaching profession, but also to the 'small' Fritz, who was a match for them all over the head, but was still referred to as 'small'. Finally, they agreed that Helene should try it and then Helene applied for this apprenticeship. Nothing was decided because the steelworks sent all applicants to take an aptitude test and had to be passed only once positive. That was a hurdle for Helene, but she was summoned to the aptitude test, then still for an interview and during that conversation the steelworks opted for Helene. Not because she had done so well, no, it was decided so because they wanted someone young and have a good-looking females, which should be not only technicians, but also could make coffee. And Helene so got this apprenticeship. Even at 15 she had something special in itself.