Will he live?
But anyway that barn, or stable, or however you want to call it, was the place where I was born.
Being born was in the same time, the first time my life was saved. I was told that I was already grayish blue before at last I started to breathe. “It seemed as if there was some kind of power that did not want him to live” the doctor should have said. “Tomorrow will make clear if he will live”.
There was a real chance, that although I was lively as long as I was in the womb, I would not survive my first day on this Earth.
That I’m writing this now 67 years later proves that I did survive.
Further I don’t remember much from that old house.
I only remember that I was never allowed in that barn, because the materials there were dangerous for little children, and I was also never allowed to see the place where I was born. And later too, I never got an answer on the question why I wasn’t allowed to see it.
The only thing I can think of, is that my parents somehow felt ashamed for the poor situation I was born in.
When I said that I knew of someone else who like me was a carpenter’s son, and was born in poor circumstances in a stable because there was no room, it always gave my parents an uneasy feeling, which I also never understood, and they never explained to me.