Spargel MAG

March 26, 2009
By Julia_H SILVER, Merrimac, Massachusetts
Julia_H SILVER, Merrimac, Massachusetts
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There is only one word that I know how to say in German.

Mappenklemmplatte. Binder clip.

Why my father took this as a sign to pick up everything I knew – from my bed to my dog to my favorite pen to the “Our Happy Home” mat by the door – and move me to Germany with him is a mystery.

From my perspective, we were perfectly fine in our house by the highway, cars whizzing by, providing a gentle hum to fill in the noise of neither of us talking. He doesn’t like talking, my father, and I don’t like it much, either. He is fat, with a bushy, graying mustache, and he likes to cook. All he seemed to do after my mother died was cook, but I didn’t mind the silence much, because it meant I didn’t have a curfew and our dinners were always good, when we had dinner.

At night, the cars would send me to sleep, the yellowish-white of the headlights seeping through my thin curtains and running along the side of my walls, the buzzing providing a distant lullaby I’m sure my mother used to sing.

I liked it there.

And then we moved.

We didn’t move like other families do, with all the hubbub and special arrangements. I simply came home one day and found a suitcase on my bed. My father had scribbled a Post-it note: “Pack what you want. We’re leaving.”

Looking back, I guess it was inevitable. He couldn’t stay here. He had to run away. Run away from the memories, run away from the world, run away from the broken lights traversing his bedroom walls at night. Which is how I ended up here, watching his shining round face as he babbled in German and sold asparagus.

Or spargel, as I am continually corrected.

Bruiser rests his head in my lap. I scratch him behind the ears, sighing, looking up at the sky, straining for even the slightest sound of a passing car. When he had first said “Germany,” mumbling it over his shoulder at the airport, I was fine. I thought of the Autobahn. I thought of the sound of things going at top speed, of freedom, of moving on, of moving forward.

I hadn’t thought of this.

I hadn’t thought of sitting in a godforsaken spargel stand by a dirt road, smiling at ruddy-faced Germans as they scrutinized the spargel we were selling, comparing it to the spargel the other spargel vendors were selling, because not only was it spargel season, it was Spargelfest.

And I had to watch my father change here. Drinking beer until his face turned permanently red, the sweat rolling down the side of his face from the hot sun, and sometimes I would catch him crying, wiping the tears from his eyes and then pressing his fingers to his mouth, as if his tears may have turned to alcohol and he could just drink them away.

I kiss the top of Bruiser’s head, and he knocks his giant noggin into my face as if to acknowledge the gesture. I laugh, toppling out of the plastic chair to get on my hands and knees to play with him, the only companion who speaks my language anymore. My phone has no service here; our computer makes no connections. I am isolated from everyone who used to make me, me.

Except for Bruiser. He doesn’t know two words of German, either.

A blond boy approaches us. My father is busy laughing over something with another fat man, so I stand up, not even bothering to dust the dirt off my jeans. They are already discolored from infrequent washing, splotched with brown; I can’t bring myself to bother anymore.

The guy is cute. His hair is long and windswept forward, and he wears big John Lennon glasses that reflect the clouds. He looks like Josh, my boyfriend before we left. I never told him I was going, let alone where. I never told anyone. We just … left.

“Hi,” I say, hoping that it’s enough to convey that I don’t speak German. I point to the boxes of green vegetable in our cart. “Spargel,” I say. He nods, confirming that the vegetable is, indeed, spargel.

Bruiser, upset that I’ve abandoned him, bounds over. Before I can stop him, he’s kicking up dust in the middle of the road, jumping up, putting his paws up on the German version of Josh. I hoist myself over the stand, the bottoms of my Converse dangling out of the shoes, holding on by a thread. German-Josh is saying something in German, and if I understood it, I’m sure it would have been a long string of swears.

“Sorry!” I say, grabbing Bruiser’s shoulders and pulling him off. He’s a Great Dane and hard to handle. I had forgotten though. He never jumped on anyone back home. “I’m sorry. I really am. We should keep him on a leash ….”

He continues to issue words I can’t understand. I stand there, pulling Bruiser down. “Bad dog,” I hiss, “bad, get down, Bruiser, damn it ….”

“The kid says you need to get a leash,” my dad shouts. I glare at the German version of Josh.

“I know. The dog’s a bastard.”

Josh-the-German rips off his glasses and says something else. I look to my father, who looks slightly confused, then tunes in again. “And he says that dog is a bastard.”

I look pathetically at the boy, and point to our stand. “Spargel.”

***

I hate Germany.

I have to hate it. It is an obligation, not a choice. Like how you’re supposed to naturally hate a stepmother, or a bratty little sibling. Germany is my new evil stepmother. And I am Cinderella, crawling around on my hands and knees, trying to please it, trying to make things even remotely better for myself.

I’m not doing a very good job.

The day after the German-Josh incident, I snuck into the money my father had been saving and bought myself a German-English dictionary. I sit here now, reading it in the shade of our stand. My father sips a bottle of beer and bellows a crude song with two other vendors. I don’t even want to look up the words.

“Hallo,” says a voice I barely recognize. I look up, squinting against the sun, and see German-Josh. I turn around: Bruiser is breaking the neck of a sheep squeaky-toy I had brought with us, far in the distance. I turn back. My face and the words of the dictionary are reflected in his glasses. I wonder what color his eyes are.

He points to the stand. “Spargel?”

“Spargel,” I confirm, and I stand up, raising my chin, hoping I look like a salesperson. I point to the sign that lists our prices, acting as though I would know the difference. I still have no idea how the whole euro thing works yet.

He buys some. He turns to leave but stops, coming back. He points to his temple, then gives me something wrapped in brown paper that he had been carrying in the crook of his arm. I take it, and he waits. I unwrap it, glancing warily at him to make sure that it is, in fact, a gift for me.

I let the paper fall to the ground and lift the gift up, blocking the sun with it. It’s a leash.

I smile. “Thank you,” I say, hoping he understands.

Bitte schön,” he says.

***

He comes back for more spargel every day for the next three weeks. We never say anything, and I have no idea whether he’s paying me the right amount; in fact, he’s probably just using me to get cheap spargel for his spargel soup for Spargelfest for his spargel-happy family.

But I secretly hope not.

Today, I stop him from leaving. I hold out my hand, and he turns, looking at me, then warily at Bruiser, who’s at my feet, panting in the heat. He stares, waiting. I swallow, and close my eyes, trying to remember. I can do this, I tell myself. I can do this.

Danke für den Kaufen unseres Spargeles,” I say. Thank you for buying our spargel – at least, I think that’s what I said. I hope that’s what I said.

“Thank you for you to sell the spargel to me,” he says.

I smile. I smile, and I do not know what to say next.

So I say the only thing I can.

Mappenklemmplatte.”

Binder clip.



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on Dec. 28 2009 at 6:55 pm
CanYouSeeTheCrazy PLATINUM, Cle Elum, Washington
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Favorite Quote:
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this is so cute! i love bruiser. he's my favorite character. lol

it's a really nice story, well put together, and funny! i love a funny story.

on Dec. 6 2009 at 10:16 pm
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Favorite Quote:
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I really wish I could go back to Germany.

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on Dec. 6 2009 at 7:45 pm
maki:p GOLD, Rocklin, California
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Favorite Quote:
"The only journey is the one within" and "You can't help anyone who doesn't want to be helped."

Nice. Great story.

on Nov. 14 2009 at 1:16 pm
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Favorite Quote:
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this is really good! I loved it

on Aug. 30 2009 at 12:23 am
RobinLite BRONZE, Albany, Oregon
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That's a pretty good story...

Bookaddict said...
on Aug. 23 2009 at 1:16 am
This was really cute. I really enjoyed the humor that you managed to twine in throughout the story. High-five to this story! Good job!

on Aug. 23 2009 at 12:54 am
charlietheunicorn SILVER, Sandy, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
"Dont follow in my footseps.....I run into walls."

You are a really good writer and haev inspired me. Check out mine and please tell me what you think!!! TeenInk.com/raw/Fiction/article/128729/I-hate-the-words-are-you-ok/

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on Aug. 19 2009 at 11:53 am
whew!! nice story!! though i didn't understand what the ending means...' but still great!

on Aug. 10 2009 at 3:57 am
that was very well done. defitiely closer to reality thatn a lot of stories. u are very talented. loved it!

on Aug. 4 2009 at 8:13 pm
ResistMe PLATINUM, New Tazewell, Tennessee
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that was so cute. I love how you kept the attitude throughout. for sure a favorite of mine. I loved the ending as well.:).

sar5873 BRONZE said...
on Aug. 3 2009 at 2:48 am
sar5873 BRONZE, West Newbury, Massachusetts
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HEY JULIA! it's sarah from creative writing...don't wanna say my last name on here...

love this! i put my story on here too just for fun. yayaya

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on Jul. 30 2009 at 11:13 pm
Iamme BRONZE, Parker, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
"Love, in the universal sense, is unconditional acceptance. In the individual sense, the one-on-one sense, try this: we can say we love each other if my life is better because you're in it and your life is better because I'm in it. The intensity of the love is weighted by how much better." - Chris Crutcher

Very Cute.

on Jul. 30 2009 at 8:15 pm
LakeTownGirl GOLD, Lake Stevens, Washington
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OH my gosh. i loved this one. it was amazingly cute. you could make this into a larger story if you wanted to. but it also is perfectly fine left at the spot it is now: leaving the reader wanting more.

Definately one of my favorites. =)

tweedle dee said...
on Jul. 30 2009 at 6:56 pm
awww, that was cute. your voice really came through.

on Jul. 30 2009 at 6:36 pm
lusciouslucius BRONZE, Lake Peekskill, New York
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Wow. Just....wow. I have no other words for this. Fantastic! Keep up the loffly work.

on Jul. 30 2009 at 4:15 pm
very cute!!!!! i LOVED it!

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on Jul. 27 2009 at 5:03 am
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Favorite Quote:
Love. I don't care what happened or who did it to you. Love anyway.

Infinite lols, this is final level!

on Jul. 18 2009 at 6:42 pm
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Aww.... Loved it

on Jul. 13 2009 at 9:43 pm
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ahahaha, that was so cute! Love.

on Jul. 9 2009 at 6:12 am
lauraep23 BRONZE, Cheyenne, Wyoming
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I loved the story! The writing was very natural and the character's voice came through. Very good!


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