I Am A Real Werewolf

@Uncfred Yes, that is true, of course, that many are immune to their own smell. Only he as a later young man and his mother had exactly the same smell. Women sweat and men sweat usually differ. I think.

@PoetryNEmotion Gern, that's the good thing about writing. Everyone can live their everyday life and it will always be there and not disappear. Everyone can take their time thus at will.

@DoveJana What we write becomes immortalized. Even when we are gone, our words live on. So others may follow in them. Read them. Learn from them. And so it is...I am smiling at you. Thank you.

My research on Henry V revealed that he ruled in the area of ​​the Bohemian Forest. In this area also the then Sudetenland falls. Today it is the Czech. My mother's family comes from there. They were expelled and found a new home in Gardelgen. So I thought it might be a connection to this Henry V. I do not know exactly. No idea if I'm right.
Now as for the swords in my dream fits another dream: I hold a suitcase in my hands and in front of me is a man who holds me a sword against. It looked like a samurai sword but with a white handle. He told me it belonged to my father. It would be from the Holy Mountain. I pondered after waking up because my father is here in Berlin .... I told this Otto of the dream. I wondered if the holy mountain meant Mt. Fuji. Because of the sword. My research showed that the Japanese ronin had white sword handles. It could mean that he does not live up to standard social norms .... but is a warrior. Well, whatever father is meant by that ...

@PoetryNEmotion do you meanwho exactly do you mean, the classmates of me?

Here is the next part: At the time, I really thought someone was joking with me. Once I visited with my parents after we had got along again to Wannsee. That's in Berlin. A big island on the lake and you can get there by ferry. Also, there are always tourists and peacocks and birds in cages. To the jetty of the ferry one comes with a bus. My mother sat in the bus opposite me and I looked out of the window. Everywhere forest (grunewald) and ropes hung down from the trees. When I said that to my mother, she just laughed. Well, we then put on the ferry and looked at the huge park there. I do not like crowds and so I went behind my parents and looked at the animals. It was just a feeling like the hair on the back of my neck bobbing and I felt uncomfortable and watched. Suddenly I felt something like a cold black hand fly at me behind me and I turned around, startled. I had never experienced anything like that. But there was no one and the cold gray was gone as soon as I turned around. I told my dad. He only laughed and said that the only people watching me were probably the many animals there.

next part: At the time I was busy with ninjutsu. But only about books and Zen interested me too. I also read these new age books because I wanted to answer. Anyway, in one of the books was exactly what I experienced on the island. It is called: getsumei no michi (the moon shining path). That raised more questions. When I told the older man about it, he claimed that he knew my father from his studies. He would then have told him that he met a woman who already has a child. That meant my mother. Of course I told you what the older man said and my father denied that. At least he could not remember that otto.
One day I came home and I do not like cleaning windows. It was so dusty and it was someone in my apartment. There was something painted on the inside of the window. An egg and a cricket. I did not know if I should laugh or howl. I do not believe in ghosts that much. I believe more in matter and thought: well, now someone was here and knows where I live and I had not cleaned. So I went back to the older man and told him that. All he said was that at most I could not be seen in the bathroom. What was that answer? Again something vague with which I could do nothing.What was that answer? Again something vague with which I could do nothing. Another time there was an imprint of a hand on my white wallpaper. Something grubby.From me could not have been because I'm too short for it. Also, scribble was something like a recumbent eight. Allegedly, the symbol for the templars is according to some books. Another time I'm sitting on my bed and someone walks over it. No joke. It was clearly felt and not just a slight wobble. Just as you run away with your feet over it. I pretended that I was not afraid and stayed calm. But the head cinema did not stand still. Then there was a knock on my disk and I live in a skyscraper on the eleventh floor. As if someone is knocking on the table with a lighter. My friend, I had told that and the speculated that someone had let down a string above me and tied it to something which then slapped my disc. But it would have to swing and does not give a quick knock.