Guests and Thieves: Memories of a Difficult Childhood

We lived in a private house in a troubled neighborhood. To be honest, in the early 90s, you could say that about almost any neighborhood. There were three boys in our family, our parents had recently divorced, and our mother worked as a cleaner to support us.

At that time, we often had guests — distant relatives or neighbors. And, strangely enough, we were regularly robbed. I think one of these "kind" people played a role in this. One day, we were robbed again. We were at school, and our mother was at work. The criminals broke in and took everything they could: aluminum pots, spoons, forks — all the dishes, down to the last plate.

"First, we lived in poverty, and then we were robbed."

How did this affect me? I absolutely hate having guests...

Later on, things turned out fairly well for us. This was just one of many unpleasant moments from my childhood that stands out in my memory.

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