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Can born loser win?

June 6th, 2010 No comments

Can a born loser win?

Hawil was born as the fourth child to a mother who bore six children and died at the very young age of 39; as the next sibling was born 15 month after his birth, he did not enjoy much of the bonding between mother and baby, as his mother had to attend to the younger sister. Worst luck happened to his youngest brother, who was only 18month old when our mum died.

He was brought up by his father, grandma, grandpa and an aunt, who helped out at times, as she lived in the same village. As the family lived on a very small farm of some 12acres, the food was most of the time rather scarce; he was always well below the normal height and weight of a normal child.

Although being rather small, in any school-sport he would fight to the last bit of sweat, even if his tongue was hanging out like a dogs, through exhaustion.

From the age of six or seven, rather than play, he was obliged to perform some duties, particularly in summer, like looking after cows while they were grazing, so that they did not transgress into some paddocks of clover, cabbage or other crops preferred by the cows.

When he reached eleven, he was hired out as little farmhand in the neighbouring village some five to six kilometers away, where he was exempt from attending school from March to November; getting up at five to six in the morning, helping with cleaning out the stable which housed some ten cows, the stench used to be overwhelming, and after milking one or two cows, grabbing some meagre breakfast, he was on the way to take the cows which were not used to do some farm-work onto pasture, which was at times a kilometer or two away, and when he had all the ten cows, it was quite a job to keep them from straying into some lush paddock; he definitely had no chance of becoming overweight, first because of lack of nourishment and second all the running, to keep the cows from straying.

The farmers wife was an excellent cook and had the knack to produce very tasty meals and carry them often for a kilometer or more onto the fields, and the food would still be hot, but unfortunately the amount of food Hawil would get was never enough for his hungry stomach.

Otherwise the farmers wife could be very nasty to Hawil as one case would explain. One day when grazing the cattle some two kilometers from the homestead, a storm seemed to be approaching and he was in two minds to take the cattle home and into the stables, and as they would have grazed only half the time to be fully fed, so he procrastinated and a real thunderstorm hit with some hail, from which he tried to protect the cattle by herding them under some bushes and trees. When he finally got the cattle into the stables, all soaking wet, he was told off for not taking the cattle home earlier, but if there would have been no storm, he would have been told off for not letting the cattle to graze for the full time; so Hawil was between a rock and hard place. When Hawil mentioned that the rainwater was really drenching him and the cattle, the farmers wife yelled at him; it should have run out of your arse, and he could not hide anywhere.

Sometimes when grazing the cattle another boy would be grazing cattle nearby, and we would often play dangerous games, like using a slingshot and shooting golf-size wild apples at each other, which would often be nearly as hard as golf-balls, and it was amazing that we never got hurt by hitting each other, but than miniature cowboys liked to have some fun at times.

As he was attending school only for about two month, he was also very unpopular with the female teacher, because he used to give her so much cheek that she tried many times to give him a good hiding, although physical punishment was forbidden, but the teachers had a very hard time to control the class of eight grades and they would ignore the rules.

His problem was the sister of his mate, who sat right behind him, and would pull his hair, so he would turn around and smack her; she would complain to the teacher, and being the teachers pet, she would always believe her and tried to punish him.

The biggest punishment she handed out to him, was in the School certificate where she gave him all threes and fours, while in the previous years he never got a lower note than three, but mostly one and twos, so when his father saw the Certificate he almost got a hiding from him. Talking about justice in this world.

Usually every few weeks he would be allowed a visit to his home, a return trip some nine to ten kilometers, and doing so he had to walk through a kilometer of forest, where he would see a robber or ghost behind each tree and he would run as fast as his legs would carry him, while shitting bricks at the same time.

In the autumn the farmer had quite a lot of fruit, and some would be used to make an apple, pear or plum brandy. To distill brandy involved a still which had to be fired very evenly and it used to be done 24 hours a day, because the still used to be sealed for most of the time and the farmer had to pay excise for the time he used the still, so it was very important to produce as much brandy as possible without spoiling the quality. The brandy was only for personal use and was not allowed to be sold. One night he was made to attend the still well past midnight, and from the smell of the alcohol which pervaded the small room where the still was situated, he was almost drunk from the fumes and still felt tipsy when he went to school next morning, and he was even more cheeky than usually towards his teacher.

As this was during the second world war years, the irony was that about two kilometers from the village there was a manor which was used as prisoner of war camp for the French prisoners. This prisoners used to come at times with the prison guard into the village and exchange food for brandy; no one knew where the food came from, but the prisoners seemed to be better fed than Hawil was. The prisoners and the guard used to be all drunk when they left the village, and as they had to walk for more then a kilometer through forest, they could have overpowered the 50 year old guard anytime, particularly as they were all in their twenties, but it never happened, because they were having a better time in the camp than fighting on some front, risking their lives.

At the end of November, just after his twelfth birthday he returned home for the winter as in winter the cows could not graze outside and the farmer had no use for him. At home the food was usually more scarce than where he was tending the cattle, and Hawils growth was always stunted due to lack nourishment.

In March the next year the Russians invaded his village, and there was a lot of fear in the village, particularly from the women and girls being scared of being raped, but he could not remember that it actually happened, because the Russian soldiers were well controlled by the officers.

On the first day of the invasion, there must have been some 4000 or more soldiers in the village, three time as many as the village inhabitants, and that caused our dog act somehow crazy and my father thought that the dog got rabies’ and he asked one soldier to put the dog out of his misery. The dog was lying on the ground only three or four meters from the soldier who was standing on the porch, but he was rather a poor shot and he only wounded the dog who jumped up and took off into the nearby forest, and he did not appear for three days, and we thought that the dog had died, but then he suddenly appeared and when he came into the kitchen he went towards his younger sister who panicked and tried to get onto a chair for fear of being bitten by the dog, who had no such intentions and was only after some food. From then on the dog recovered and was normal for two month, but then he disappeared and never returned, and we never found out what happened to him.

The next year was to be the year of Confirmation for Hawil and for that he needed a new suit, actually his first, and for that purpose he was hired out as help to the local publican who only had one cow and one horse, which were then under the care of Hawil.

The pub was right next to the school, where he would have rather gone, instead of looking after the two animals, and when he used to go past the school each morning the school teacher would usually be going to the toiled which was situated outside and Hawil would chase the cow and horse ahead and then run as fast as he could to dodge the teacher from seeing him, although he had exemption from school, but one day the teacher outsmarted him, and rather than going to the toilet, she came right to the fence and yelled to him, why he is trying to dodge her. She said to him, that she knew that he would be rather in school than tending the animals.

Sometime if the horse was used by the publican for some other duty he only had the cow to look after, which was rather easy because the cow would never stray too far from him, and on many occasions he would fall asleep and the cow would still be grazing in a big circle around him; at times, if he slept too long and was time to go home, the cow would low to wake him up.In June there was some hay to be turned on a meadow which was some three kilometers away, and the boss wanted Hawil to go on a bike to turn the hay so that it dries out properly, but he was rather vary to go because there were at times some marauding Russian soldiers around, so he suggested that the daughter of the boss should go with him on foot to do the job, but the boss insisted that he could do it himself and so he went on the bike and did the turning which took maybe an hour, and then he rode the bike home on a narrow path, when suddenly a Russian soldier stepped out from the bushes and he almost run into him, trying hard not to fall arse over head. After finally stopping the soldier wanted to take the bike from him, but he refused to give him the bike, and so the soldier tugged at the bike from one side and he from the other. As the soldier was rather intoxicated Hawil was holding his own, and so the tug of war went on for quite some time. The soldier was bare at the top and his shirt and top part of the uniform was wrapped around his waist. After a while the soldier got fed up with the tug of war, and he reached into the back-pocket of his trousers, pulled out a small pistol and pointed it at Hawil from some fifty centimeter away.

What do you think Hawil did? Knocked the pistol out of the soldier’s hand? No he let go of the bike and went for his life, and after a safe distance, he went behind some bushes to check his pants, and surprisingly they were not full of shit.
Then he went very dispirited home on foot, when he suddenly he met a women who was going home to the next village in the direction the soldier went on the bike, or lets say tried to ride the bike. Being intoxicated and presumably not very skilled at riding a push-bike, he tried to get onto the bike from one side and would fall off on the other side, which was quite funny to watch from the distance.

The women said to Hawil, we will get the bike of the soldier, but he was telling her that the soldier had a pistol, but she said, he probably had no ammunition in it, so they decided to confront the soldier, who was some fifty meter from the dirt-track in a meadow, The women yelled at him to give the bike back; but he first just ignored us, but then indicated to us to buzz-off. When persisting to give the bike back, the soldier lost patience, pulled out his pistol and fired a shot in the air, which proved to us that he did have ammunition in his pistol, and we went in opposite directions for dear life.
When Hawil returned home and told the boss what happened, and that he was robbed of the bike, the boss did not seem to be very perturbed, although a bike was quite valuable at the time, because he said that we will go next day to a nearby manor where the Russians had a base and some 4000 soldiers stationed and demand that the soldier hand back the bike.

We did walk the 4km to the manor and when we got there the boss tried as best as he could to explain to the officer in charge, what happened the previous day. The officer told us to wait while he will organize a parade of his soldiers, and after waiting almost an hour, the officer told us that if I can identify the guilty soldier he will try to retrieve the bike and the soldier will be punished for the misdeed.

When they stepped out onto the parade yard, there were some 500 or more soldiers lined up in about ten rows, and the officer told Hawil to try to identify the guilty soldier. When the soldier took the bike from him he was only partly dressed, and today all the soldiers were in full uniform, and the chances of Hawil identifying the soldier were Buckley’s and none.

The officer in charge was rather apologetic for the incident, but unless the guilty party could be identified, he could do nothing to help; so the bike was lost forever.

After this incident with a Russian soldier, there were many more to come when Hawil become apprenticed as a baker a few years later some 200km from his home village.
When in September the day of the Confirmation was approaching, the boss had to supply Hawil with a new suit, but rather using new material, he took one of his used suites to the tailor who used the material to make a suite, which was not as new as it should have been. Hawils father told him to insist that the boss provide him with a brand-new suit, but he did not confront the boss himself and Hawil had no chance to win that argument, so he was confirmed in only a half-new suit, but at least he was once provided with a sumptuous and tasty meal.

Just another loss, of many. That much for justice in this world.

The next year Hawil stayed at home doing more work than play. As his father intended to replace the thatched-roof house with a new house, and the cement for a foundation was too costly, a foundation with stones from a quarry some five km away was going to be used for building the cellar, and Hawil would for weeks on end get up at five in the morning, feed and groom the horse-we had at the time, and then drive half-sleepy for more than an hour to the quarry where his second eldest brother was working, and the workers would load the heavy stones onto the cart, and the horse and he would set off on the journey home, usually arriving home after lunch, and that went on for weeks as only about a ton of stones could be loaded onto the cart, because on the way home there was a short hill, and the horse had to use all his strength to pull the cart up the hill.

The horse was controlling Hawil nearly as much as he was controlling the horse. Whenever Hawil would pull some dry bread out of his pocket, paper bags or other wrapping was non-existent, the horse would immediately stop, look back, virtually say, I want some of that, and would not budge until he was given some bread, but otherwise the young horse was rather obedient and had a good relationship with Hawil.

When the building of the new home began, there was always enough work for everybody and no time for play.

When Hawil reached the age of fifteen and half, in March his eldest brother and he were transported with some other twenty itinerary seasonal workers, some two hundred km’s to work on a manor until November.

The work was rather backbreaking, and the food was rather scarce, meat only once a week, and not much of it; usually up at five, breakfast was milk and some bread, and some dry bread for a second breakfast at ten, eaten with dirty hands as we would only carry enough water to drink, which would be quite a bit in the hot summer.

For some two weeks we were hoeing some twenty hectares of sugar-beet and an adjacent farmer to the field made the mistake and planted some two hectares of onions, and us workers did not feel any guilt for stealing his onions and eating them with the bread, and he lost quite a lot of his crop, which at that time was fetching a very good price on the nearby Cities market. And this happened three times in two month.

In the working group there were only four able-bodied men, who were usually required to do the heavier work, three boys, two fifteen and one just over fourteen, who was taller and heavier than us older boys, but according to youth protection law, he could not be used to perform any men’s work, so he would only work with the fourteen or so women.
Most of the women were physically bigger than us two boys, but when it came to heavier work, they could still not perform it.

As the manager was often very short of men-workers, and he could use us boys, he gave us in a way some preferential treatment if he could.

One day he was taking us two to do some work away from the others, and suddenly a leveret jumped up from grass and the manager helped us to catch him and his wife cooked us a very nice tender leveret for the evening meal. Had the owner of the manor caught us doing that, he would have probably sacked the lot of us, including the manager. The manager also had an assistant who was rather small compared to the manager, but had a rather big opinion of himself.
One day the women were picking tomatoes and us two boys had the task to carry the crates through a field of pumpkins to a truck on a dirt track, and sometimes we would stumble, and a crate full of tomatoes would go flying; and the assistant manager tried to tell us off for that, but the manager told him to shut up, because if we would not carry the crates, he would have to carry them himself. The manager would pick up the crates and place them on our shoulders, and when he told the assistant manager to do the same, he could not lift the crates high enough.

At the end of the season, the Baron provided a thanksgiving feast which was attended by some two hundred of his workers, as he had another manor nearby.

At the beginning there was a big hunt for hares, which were plentiful, but only the Baron and his guest would have shotguns, and we acted as stirrers. A big circle would be formed and as the hares would jump and try to escape the circle, the shooters would try and shoot as many as possible; even if some were not such good shots and rather dangerous to the stirrers.

When one circle was completed, the stirrers would collect the hares, and another circle would be formed, and the whole procedure would start all over again.

By the end of the day, some three hundred or more hares were shot, and the Baron in his generosity gave our foreman two hares, to feed some twenty people, but we deliberately did not pick up some hares, and when the dark came in, went out and found five or more hares, so for once there was plenty of meat for a couple of days.

16’th June 2010

In late May a Gypsy and his wife arrived at the manor we were working on, and the manager included them in our gang, although we were a little apprehensive of that at first, because we were all prejudiced of them, and considered them a risk to our meagre possessions as they were suspected of stealing everything they could, but in some way we benefited from them.
Every Sunday the Gypsy would take his toolbox and go to nearby villages to repair pots and panes for the farmers, and as he would never be paid in cash, but in kind, he would often bring some 3-4 kilos of Speck, (rich smoked fat pork), and he was very generous to share it with the rest of us. As the farmers would also supply him with alcohol, he would also finish up with a hangover, and on Monday he would never work, so the rest of us had to do his, which was fair in a way, because he used his skills on Sunday.
The only entertainment Hawil and the other boys indulged in the six month were two visits to the cinema, which was three kilometers away.
In the middle of November all the gang was transported back to home, some 200 km on the back of a truck, laden with some produce which was part of our remuneration, but most was in cash, Hawil had the cash in the pocket of a coat, and when he woke up the next morning, his father took the cash, leaving him with nothing for any entertainment during the winter month, like going to a dance or buying the occasional drink.
His father was entitled to most of the money, because during winter there was no opportunity to earn any money, but there were still tasks to be performed like cutting wood and tending the few animals on our small farm.
Cutting wood used to be a rather back-breaking job, because Hawils father was rather a hard worker, and when cutting down trees, he would never stop cutting until the tree fell, and that could be take some 20 or more minutes.
The following spring Hawil and his eldest brother again joined a group of itinerary workers and went to work on a manor, but this manor was in the middle of a small town and so we were not so isolated, but otherwise the lifestyle was the same as the previous year, hard labour and scarce food, but in the end of summer his second eldest brother found a bakery looking for an apprentice, and so Hawil left the manor and went to become a bakers apprentice.
There it was the first time, that he would get enough food, to have enough energy to perform his work and something left to grow; he weighed 46 kilos when he went into the bakery and in one year, he gained some 20 kilos.
Hawil then run into a problem, because his father would not sign his indenture papers, first as he missed out that year on the money that Hawil earned, but kept to himself to buy the extra clothing he would need, and according to the indenture paper, his father would have had the responsibility for providing him with any needs as far as clothing was concerned. In the end Hawil’s second eldest brother signed the indenture papers and the Authorities reluctantly accepted the situation.

In the second year of his apprenticeship, Hawil joined a weightlifting club, which had its base in a pub, as it was common, and he had to ride a bike some 10 kilometers, mostly in the dark, and in winter it would be freezing, but he was prepared to put up with that as he was well liked at the club and it gave him a sense of really belonging, which most people are missing at times.
Another benefit he gained, was, as he could barely swim, his Masters son used to ride with him to a pond some 10km away and teach him to swim. When Hawil was ten he almost drowned in his village pond, which was there for the fire brigade in case of a fire in the village, and swimming in it was forbidden, but all the kids just ignored the signs, and broke the fence and went into the pond.
In the town and nearby, where he was apprenticed there some 4000 Russian soldiers stationed, as there was a military Airport nearby, and the bakery would bake goods which Hawil used to deliver to the Officers Mess, which was stocked with a lot of goodies, to which he had no access because of no money, but the ordinary Russian soldiers which were not allowed into the Officers Mess approached Hawil to buy them some Vodka from the Mess and they would give Hawil extra money so that he could buy some chocolate.
The girls which used to serve in the Mess would sell him the Vodka without any hesitation, but one day he tried to buy three bottles of Vodka and one Officer saw it; he tapped Hawil on the shoulder and said ”Njet” , he explained to him that one bottle or two was o.k but to much Vodka made the soldiers drunk and caused problems.
Another experience Hawil had with the soldier was that they saw it very amusing to plaster the baker boys delivering their goods into the shops with snow-balls in winter.
When Hawil used to deliver bread, he would attach a small two-wheel trailer and load it with some twenty kilos of bread and it would be quite hard to pedal and at some places he could only get up a small hill by dismounting and pushing the bike up the hill.
One day when he was peddling his bike the siren sounded, which indicated for the soldiers to be at the Airport three km away within a certain time, so they had to run most of the way, and as Hawil was right in the middle of the soldiers, one soldier had the idea to have a ride in his trailer, but as he jumped into the trailer, the bike pulled up so quickly that Hawil flew almost over the handle-bars of the bike and the soldier also finished flat on his face, while all the other soldiers were laughing their heads off, and the soldiers cursed Hawil.
One day after work, Hawil went for a ride on his pushbike when a Russian Army truck passed him at rather low speed, so Hawil in his exuberance decided to ride behind the truck so close that when the truck suddenly braked Hawil could not slow down far enough that he landed flat on his face on top of the truck and the pushbike went flying.
As the truck was moving about 40km an hour, Hawil was too scared to jump off the truck while in motion, and the truck turned into the nearby military air-port where the Russians were testing their aeroplanes.
When the truck came to a standstill and Hawil stood up on top of the truck, the Russian soldiers could not believe their eyes, and suddenly there were more than one machine gun pointing in his direction.
By now Hawil knew the Russian soldiers enough not to be concerned that he could get shot.
Hawil was more concerned about his pushbike, which he was scared that he may lose.
The soldiers did arrest Hawil and started asking questions, and as Hawil could to some degree understand Russian, he tried to explain to them what happened, and how he came to be on their truck. Anyway they locked Hawil up for the night and next day they transported him into the town where he worked, and asked for his boss, the local mayor and his teacher in the trades to identify him and make sure that he was not a spy but just just a harmless baker apprentice.
Hawil was more scared of his boss who had to get up at midnight and do the work of Hawil, because in the bakery there was only one baker and Hawil as apprentice.
After finishing his work that day, he ran about two kilometer where he finished on the Russian truck and parted company with his bike, and to his luck the bike landed in about a meter-high grass on the side of the road so that nobody could see it, and Hawil was very pleased to have his pride of possession for which he worked for two weeks on a farm while on his annual leave.
Another unusual experience Hawil had was with a Russian office girl who used to pay Hawil for the goods the bakery used to deliver. The Russian girl was about three years older than Hawil, was rather pretty. The girl used an abacus to add up all the invoices, and one day Hawil tried to be smart and remarked to the girl, that using an abacus was rather inefficient, and she said to him, are you sure? Lets test it out. She handed me twenty invoices and took the same number herself and then she said, lets see who can add them up quicker.
As Hawil had to write the sums of the invoices first down before he could add them up, the girl was finished adding the invoices up before Hawil had written them down; so Hawil was really put in his place, to his relief the girl did not really rub it in, and that really made Hawil to respect her more.
Published 9JUly 2010

Published 9.8.2010

When Hawil first became an apprentice, the baker was in his late fourties and so Hawil had some respect for him, but after about eighteen month the baker resigned and was replaced with a young baker, who was only two years older than Hawil and his skills were not much more than what Hawil picked up in the previous eighteen month, so there was quite a bit of rivalry going on, although Hawil was still only the apprentice while the other was the fully qualified baker.
One day we finished up in a argument and decided to settle it with a little punch-up and although we agreed not hit each other in the face, when Hawil tried to hit the baker with a combination of two punches on the chest, the baker ducked and got hit right above his eyes and the resulting swelling almost closed both his eyes and when the boss found out, he tried to give Hawil a hiding; but being rather overweight, he could not catch Hawil.
Another escapade Hawil experienced was, when one day delivering goods on a bike, he decided to take a shortcut trough a park, where the walking path was lined with bushes and had some bends in it and when he negotiated one of the bends, there was a well-proportion mayor of the town right in front of him, so the mayor had to jump aside as fast as could and Hawil also finished up in the bushes, trying to avoid the mayor. The mayor was cursing Hawil who picked up his bike and gave the mayor no chance of getting hold of him.
This incidence had rather some unexpected consequences for Hawil some month later, when after the finish of the trades school year, the teacher invited the mayor to give a speech to us apprentices and he chose Hawil to present the mayor with a small token.
Hawil tried hard to get out of that task, but the teacher could not see what Hawil’s problem was; he thought it was rather a honour for Hawil. Anyway the teacher attempted to introduce Hawil to the mayor, who told the teacher that he know Hawil already; “he remarked, this is the rascal who nearly run him over in the park”, and everybody laughed, so Hawil got out of a rather embarrassing situation.

Before Hawil finished his apprenticeship, he enrolled in a driving school some 12 km away to get a driving licene to be able to get a position as a bread-carter or some other driving duties available. Hawil had no problem with the theoretical side, although some other people had a lot of trouble with it, but the practical side was another matter.
For a fourty minute driving lesson in a ten-ton truck, Hawil had to pay one and half weeks wages and he pestered the owner of the driving school to sit for the exam after only eight lessons, but the instructor advised against it, but after ten lessons he allowed Hawil sit for the exam. The risk of failure at the exam, there was more cost involved because there was a fee for sitting for the exam.
The exam was conducted in three stages; first a written exam on technical matters, second on traffic rules and if the exams were passed in that order, the pupil could go on to the final practical driving test. Hawil passed the first two exams with flying colours, but it did not go so well on the driving test, particularly backing the big truck into certain spots and the examiner was not willing to give Hawil a pass, but then the driving instructor explained the financial situation of Hawil to the examiner and pleaded on his behalf to give Hawil a pass, the examiner relented and gave Hawil a pass, adding a comment; send us a postcard from Hospital after the first accident.
As Hawil had no car of his own and the place he worked also did not have a car, Hawil almost had to start from scratch when he finally got a job where he had to deliver bread, having the luck that the other baker who was acting as a baker-bread –carter wanted to work only as a baker, so he gave Hawil some more driving lessons, for which Hawil was very greatful.
Hawil did o.k. for the first six month of driving, but then he got a little cocky and one day he was following a truck with a trailer attached, loaded with bricks, to close, thinking he had enough room to stop in case the truck-driver had to apply the brakes too hard, which eventually happened and Hawil with his one-ton Commer panel van could not stop in time and the bonnet slid under the truck scrapping all along, but the van just stopped about ten centimeters short, before the wind-screen would have been shattered. The truck driver did not even notice the incident and kept on driving, but when Hawil returned from his delivery duty and had to report the incident to his boss, the boss called him every name but a Gentleman; so that experience stood Hawil in good stead, because he never had a serious accident in all his life and only two minor scrapes which were not his fault at all.
Hawil had some disagreement with his boss about two hours overtime he considered the boss owed him, while the boss maintained that he was not entitled to the 2 hours overtime.
The issue was not settled, so Hawil contacted the Bakers guild, which agreed with Hawil and the boss paid him the overtime, but it was a hollow victory for him, because at the end of summer, when all the regular workers returned from their annual holidays, the two relief workers expected to be retrenched and go on dole for the next six month, but the boss sacked only one of them and so Hawil was out of a job.
He remained for some two month on the dole in Vienna, but then got sick of the idle life and went back on a farm for the rest of the autumn, and was lucky enough to find a bakers job in December.
The drawback of going back to work on a farm, was, that the wages some 30% lower than as a baker, and if Hawil did not find a job as a baker and had to go on the dole again, his dole money would have been a lot less, because the dole money was 66% of the last wage.
The next job was as a baker, but Hawil was lucky when one of the baker-bread-carter resigned and Hawil got the job.
The bakery employed a couple as full-time bread-carters, and Hawil as baker-bread-carter , which suited Hawil very well, and he remained there for 18 month, when being attracted by a lot of advertising for migrants to Australia and he applied to migrate to Australia.
His boss was not very impressed, because he was very much liked in his employment.
Anyway, in December 1954 Hawil departed for Australia, where he arrived in early February, after a five weeks journey.
Seeing the sea for the first time in Triest, it was overwhelming for Hawil, but once on the ship, he adapted quite quickly, but the one problem was the awful tasting water on the ship and the food did not taste the best either, although it was rather plentiful, except fruit, which was rather scarce.
Never been on a ship before, Hawil surprisingly did not suffer from sea-sickness, whereas almost half the passengers suffered from it; Hawil never missed a meal due to sea-sickness.
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