Authors, German -- 19th century -- Biography; May, Karl Friedrich, 1842-1912
My trip to Spain lasted only one day. Near Zwickau, lived some
relatives of ours. I spent the night with them. They received me
kindly and persuaded me to stay. In the meantime, at home, my
note had been found and read. Father knew what the direction to
Spain was. He instantly thought of those relatives and got going
right away, being convinced to surely find me there. When he
came, we sat around the table and I told in all of my naive
honesty where I wanted to go and also to whom and why. These
relatives were poor, simple, honest weavers. There was not a
trace of imagination in them. They were simply stunned at my
undertaking. Seeking help with a robber-captain! At first, they
would not know what to do, what to make of me, and so it was a
relief for them to see my father entering the house. He, the
hot-tempered man, who at the slightest occasion blew his top,
behaved completely differently than usual. His eyes were in
tears. He said not a single angry word to me. He hugged me and
said: "Never do something like this again, never again!" Then,
after a short rest, he left with me - - back home.
The walk took five hours. All of this time, we walked silently
side by side; he led me by the hand. I never felt more clearly
than at this time, how much he actually loved me. Everything he
wished and hoped to get out of life, he projected upon me. I
solemnly promised myself, never to let him experience such a pain
as today through me again. And what about him? What kind of
thoughts might that have been which now echoed through his mind?
He said nothing. When we reached our home, I had to go to bed,
because I, the little fellow I was, had walked for ten hours and
was extremely tired. We never said another word about my
excursion to Spain; but the work at the bowling alley and the
reading of those morally destructive novels did stop. In due
time, the necessary help came about, without having to be brought
in from the land of the chestnuts. The minister recommended me to
the patron of our church, the count of Hinterglauchau, and he
agreed to support me with fifteen taler per year, an amount which
was regarded as sufficient for me to attend the seminary. At
Easter 1856 was my confirmation. On Michaelmas [a] I passed the
entry exam to the proseminary of Waldenburg and started living at
this boarding school.
[a] September the 29th.
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