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  My Dream To Be Free

  Juergen Stollin

  Translated by Hannah Gunasingh

  “My Dream To Be Free”

  Written By Juergen Stollin

  Copyright © 2017 Juergen Stollin

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  Translated by Hannah Gunasingh

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  An Adventurer Relates His Stories

  MY DREAM TO BE FREE

  A NOVELISTIC AUTOBIOGRAPHY

  JUERGEN STOLLIN

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Copyright Page

  My Dream To Be Free

  Table of Contens:

  The end of a new beginning

  PROLOGUE

  My Dream To Be Free

  Expulsion from the homeland

  I got to know my father

  The Apprenticeship

  My Experience with Socialism

  Listen, this is how it goes:

  The first love, the first disappointment

  My childhood dream is fulfilled

  Seasick, lamb curry, not dying!

  India, the country of my dreams

  A Sapphire in the Indian Ocean

  Warts-Elly and Persian Delicacies

  The Dutchman and a Jew

  A parish priest, who sees evil in me

  Bad Wiessee, the spa hotel and Karin

  My new love - the "Lakonia"

  128 Dead and the end of a "fine lady"

  Hell and my weaker self (pig-dog)

  A dancer named "Charma"

  The wedding and the gift of the Maledive Island

  Exchange of freedom against "Security"

  The capitulation

  An unsuccessful new start

  The "Big Money" and a trip to freedom

  Death lurks in the Persian desert

  Leprosy is also just a disease

  Had we arrived in paradise?

  The Khyber Pass and the Pashtuns

  A cowherd, an "educated person", a "Khawaga" and a "judge"

  A warm "welcome" in Greece and "THE" Surprise

  I wanted to go to my wife but landed at a whore's house

  The pudding shop in Istanbul

  Hippie Tourism

  Hashish party in "ISLAM QUALA"

  Almost a fatal night trip to Bombay for 25 young people

  The nudes of Goa

  The three-day "Non-Stop" flight with Afghan Airline" Ariana"

  Sabrina and her history

  The donated bus and the customs officer

  Jacklien and the twelve dead hippies

  Herring in curry-sauce, but no fish trawlers as development aid

  "Queen Lilian" from England

  Traveling with half a dollar to India

  The most expensive whore of my life and the Consulate is not a travel agency

  My Indian sister

  Mimung from Arunachal Pradesh

  My trekking attempt on Annapurna

  The horror trip to Australia

  Without panel van no love

  The nice lady customs officer in Tel-Aviv

  The crash from cloud nine

  The bride, who was married to Jesus

  My old friend Dahoud from Kabul

  Doris and the crude oil from Baghdad

  My man from the company with office in a suburb of Munich

  Cooking for 500 truck drivers from five nations

  A flipped out girl from Vienna

  Arrival in Cairo

  Chef at Nobel Hotel

  Chefs from 5 Star hotels at the "Bedouin Dinner"

  The Con Man

  The "Sapphire Hotels" and the war in Kuwait

  A dinner for the chaine of Rôtiseurs

  Direct economic aid becomes development aid

  The earthquake in Cairo

  The Party in the Embassy Garden

  The Pigeons House", our restaurant in Sharm el-Sheikh

  Political worries and "the exodus from Egypt"

  The disease, which not only destroys your body

  The end of a new beginning

  The kitchen chef struggling with a 40-ton semitrailer truck

  I was ready to settle in an island and was leaving again

  Victory over a pig dog - smoking

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

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  My Dream To Be Free

  A Journey Over Seven Decades

  By Juergen Stollin

  The Translation from German to English By:

  Hannah Gunasingh

  The cover shows the "Hippie Bus"

  This bus was used for long time for my livelihood. In the years 1973 to 1978, the author undertook hippie trips.

  He drove hippies and dropouts from Amsterdam via Afghanistan to India and Nepal - for little money and often experiencing adventures.

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  The author assures that names of people who are still living are not mentioned in his book. If names of people still living should occur nevertheless, it is purely coincidental.

  All names of the persons involved are purely fictional. The locations and the actions are predominantly in accordance with reality.

  Table of Contens:

  The cover shows the “Hippie Bus”.....................

  The Author.................................................................

  The Book.....................................................................

  PROLOGUE................................................................

  My Dream To Be Free............................................

  The Expulsion from homeland.............................

  I got to know my father..........................................

  The apprenticeship..................................................

  My experience with socialism..............................

  The first love, the first disappointment.............

  My childhood dream comes true.........................

  Seasick, Lamb Curry, and Do Not Die!.............

  India, the land of my dreams................................

  A sapphire in the Indian Ocean...........................

  Warts Elly and Persian delicacies.......................

  The Dutchman and a Jew.......................................

  A priest who saw evil in me .................................

  Bad Wiessee, the SPA and Karin.........................

  Meine neue Liebe - die "Laconia".......................

  128 dead and the end of a "find lady"...............

  Hell and my inner demons....................................

  A dancer called “Charma”.....................................

  The wedding and the donation of the Maldive Islands

  Exchange of freedom for "security"...................

  The capitulation........................................................

  Failure of a new start.............................................

  The great temptation..............................................

  The "big money" and a journey to freedom..... />
  Death lurks in the Persian desert.......................

  Leprocy is also just a disease...............................

  Have we arrived at the paradise?.......................

  The Khyber Pass and the Pashtuns....................

  A cowherd, an “educated person”, a “Khawaga” and a “judge”

  A warm “welcome” in Greece and “THE”surprise

  I wanted to go to my wife but ended up with a whore

  The Puddingshop in Istanbul................................

  Hippie tourism..........................................................

  Hashish party in “ISLAM QUALA“.....................

  For 25 young people, who almost had a fatal night drive to Bombay

  The nude people of Goa.........................................

  The three-day “non-stop flight with Afghan Airline“ Ariana“

  Sabrina and her story.............................................

  The donated bus and the customs officer.........

  Jack Lien and twelve dead hippies.....................

  Herring in curry sauce but no fishing trawlers as development aid

  "Queen Lilian“ from England...............................

  With half a dollar to India.....................................

  The most expensive whore of my life, and the consulate is not a travel agency

  My Indian sister.......................................................

  Mimung from Arunachal Pradesh.......................

  My trekking attempt to Annapurna....................

  The horror trip to Australia..................................

  No love without Paneel-van .................................

  The nice lady customs officer in Tel-Aviv.........

  The crash from cloud nine....................................

  The bride, who was married to Jesus.................

  My old friend Dahoud from Kabul......................

  Doris and the crude oil from Baghdad..............

  My man from the company with headquarters in a suburb of Munich

  Cooking for 500 truck drivers from five nations

  A flipped out woman from Vienna......................

  Arrival in Cairo.........................................................

  Kitchen chef in a big posh hotel..........................

  Chefs from five-star hotels in the “Bedouin Dinner”

  The imposter.............................................................

  The "Sappjire Hotel" and the war in Kuwait...................

  A dinner for the Chaine des Rôtiseurs..............

  Direct economic aid becomes development aid

  The earthquake in Cairo........................................

  The party at the Embassy Garden......................

  The "Taubenhaus", our restaurant in Sharm el-Sheikh

  Political anger and “the flight from Egypt”.....

  The disease, which does not only destroy the body

  The end of a new beginning

  The Chef fighting a 40-ton semi-trailer....

  I was ready for the island and a dropout again

  Victory over an inner demon - smoking............

  Memories on the rooftop.......................................

  Epilogue......................................................................

  Acknowledgements.................................................

  The Author

  Juergen Stollin was born in 1941 in the Krkonoše/Riesengebirge (Giant Mountains). The expulsion from the homeland came about in 1945.

  He spent the difficult post-war period with an older brother and his mother in poor living conditions in a small village in the state of Hesse. Here he went to school for eight years. The father returned to the family only very late from Russian captivity.

  A graduate-degree as a baker in Marburg and an apprenticeship as a chef in Bremen fulfilled young Juergen's life-long dream: seafaring. He became acquainted with the "wide world" on freighters and passenger ships.

  In 1965 he married a Ceylonese lady in Colombo, who bore him two daughters - he is now divorced from her.

  Back again on land and in Germany, he became a gastronomer and an "innkeeper that went broke". He became very successful later as chef de cuisine in five-star hotels. There was a period of turbulent years in between, about which the artist of life speaks in this book, which is the only one published by him so far.

  Currently the author lives with his life partner on the island Teneriffa.

  This is the English Edition from August in 2017

  The Book

  The book tells the extraordinary story of a life and welcomes you to a journey going over seven decades. It tells of a boy, who was never satisfied during the post-war era. Of his dream to travel on the world's oceans. And of how he gets his fulfillment by indirect means. Yet the dream is simultaneously a curse - once he has experienced the wide world, he cannot get away from it ever again.

  The marriage with an Asian woman does not bring the expected fulfillment in life. And after the end of the sailor's life, there are some failed independent undertakings on land. The young man can face up to his responsibilities only with difficulty. He forces out the exigencies of a so-called normal life, his eyes are simply closed to realities and necessities.

  A carefree hippie life is a part of escaping from the compulsions of the society.

  Whether naked in Goa or on the way by bus to Nepal. the main character can look back at many things. He talks of smuggling drugs to Australia. Or about how he delivers "bad checks" at the Wall Street in New York - and he does not mention leading an organized life. The search for freedom takes precedence always. Yet in reality, it is probably a case of running away from responsibilities.

  But where does one arrive if one always runs away? Not always at places, which the most of us know only from travel guides. Sometimes also you will run into incredible and not only harmless situations.

  Many restless years of adventurous and risky "businesses" later, a person steps into his life, who again overturns everything. This person finally achieves the dream of freedom.

  A very interesting, exciting, adventurous and almost novelistic biography - not suitable for insistent nitpickers or people, who come five minute too late to office and are convinced that it is the end of the world.

  PROLOGUE

  You cannot choose the environment, the time and the place of your birth. It is as it is! We humans are all the same twice in life, once during birth and later once again: when the bereaved persons dear to us break into tears, because they have lost a loved one - or due to rage because there is nothing to inherit.

  In between is what we call life. Can we ourselves influence our lives? How can we identify the right way and contribute towards going on it? There are certain situations in life when it is very difficult to understand the right way. We must never stop looking for it. The path which is chosen is our goal.

  The more we can get ahead in life, the closer we are to our perceived objective or we would perish, which would mean that at we would have got off.

  Life offers many tempting opportunities and either we ourselves have the power to decide or we do not. No one is born "evil". A person becomes "evil" or "good" only by the environment, i.e. through you and me.

  Is also important to bear in mind that man is a creature, who can be most easily manipulated in this earth. I believe that animals have only two instincts, the self-preservation and survival of the species. Of course we humans have these instincts too, but what is dangerous in us humans is that there are additional instincts. The two most dangerous ones are egoism and fanaticism.

  The author was certainly not an "angel". He has produced a lot of useless and dangerous "garbage" in his life. But you will realize that school education and a family can
help a young person a lot in mastering his future. That is exactly what the author wishes to highlight. It is not always what you yourself want, but that there should be be a togetherness, which you should learn from an early age! This means that you will be tolerant later on in life. Whoever takes this ability on his journey through life with him, has already got half the victory.

  It is a warning to young people, who have had a sheltered life to that effect and are of the view that only success and money are the most important things in life. At the same time, it should be a comfort for those, who have not been considered in such a beneficial manner by fortune. Even if you think that everything is too late - don't despair, there is always a way out!

  The most reliable friend and partner is faith. By saying this I do not mean religion. It is the faith in yourself. Without faith you will be lost.

  Also you must enjoy life, but without making others suffer. It would be sad, if you realize at the age of seventy, that you had missed out on life so far. And now I would like to wish you a lot of fun in each line that you are reading! If you ever "fall", think of a saying by a wise Chinese man:

  "Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in getting up every time we do."

  Kung Fu Tse (551-479B.C) already knew that.

  My Dream To Be Free

  For a few seconds I thought that I was deceived, but it was a bitter fact! Through a porthole, I could see a cabin, and I noticed two children, who tried to open the porthole desperately. The flames behind them were already so high that they could not pass through the door any more, but where did they want to go?

  The whole part of the ship was already burning. The porthole would have been the last resort, they probably thought, and yet it was a trap, because you could not open this type of windows. It would take a hard object, a hammer or an ax, which they however did not have.

  The children sat in a death trap and would be burnt alive. There was just a fraction of a second and I had passed the porthole and was in the water. As much as I tried to climb up once again using the ropes, I did not have the strength any more. My cry upwards to the officers still remaining on board faded away into nothing. Everyone was too busy with their own work, many were calling out some names or loud questions sounded through the air. In the water I noticed that I did not have any life jacket.