When two men visited the boat of Carl Heine, all lights were on, but the owner was absent. When they put in the flue they discovered the death man. After they examined the boat and Carl, it seems to be a foul play.
The American Japanese Kabuo Miyamoto is charged because of following evidence.
At that night Kabuo was at sea, where he met Carl.
On Carl’s boat they found two kinds of batteries, a D8 and a D6 in the battery holder. Carl used D8, Kabuo d6 batteries.
When Carl was exhumed, they found a wound behind his left ear, which came likely from one of those kendo strikes Japanese used. They assumed that Kabuo hit Carl with a gaff. The gaff was found, like a net, on Kabuo’s boat and there was blood from Carl on it.
Kabuo also has a motive.
Once, Kabuo’s family has worked for the Heines. The Miyamotos wanted to buy land from Carl Sr., who did agree to an eight-year, lease-to-own contract. The problem was that laws at that time prevented aliens from owning land. So they make a deal, that after the last payment was made, Carl would deed the land to Kabuo.
But because of the war the Miyamotos had to leave. They ever did the last two payments and after Carl Sr. dead, his wife sold the land to another.
When the war was over and Kabuo came back, he went to Carl to ask for selling him the land again. Carl wanted to think about.
Later it turns out, that Kabuo was innocent. In that foggy night Kabuo helped Carl and gave him one of his batteries, because Carl’s battery was dead. Because Kabuo had only D6 batterys, which are bigger than D8s, they had to prepare the battery holder. By doing this, Carl hurt his hand and blood on the net and Kabuo’s fishing gaff. They talked about the land and Carl agreed to sell his land to Kabuo, who went back to the harbour.
Carl, who has put a lamp to the mast, when his battery died, wanted to put the light down. When he was on the top of mast, he tried to put the lamp away, a wave came, because of a big ship, and Carl fell down. He hit his head on the boat, get unconscious and fell into his own flue. His dead was an accident.
Donnerstag, 13. Dezember 2007
Sonntag, 2. Dezember 2007
first exam correction
Task 1
Dear Lisa!
How was your week? I hope as good as mine. Yesterday I went to an art exhibition with Mum. It was really fascinating. In the first room there was a special picture by an artist named Norman Rockwell. The picture is called “The problem we all live with”. In the picture you can see a little girl with a white dress. On the left side (in front of her) and on the right side (behind her) are two men. All of them are walking on a pavement. The men wear suits and yellow armbands, with the words “Deputy us Marshall” on them. In the background you can see a wall with a smashed tomato and the word “Nigger” is written on the wall, too. I get the impression that the artist tries to convey a bad feeling. The little girl seems to be lonely and scared. The men are not black like her. It’s quite possible that it is a scene of a South African street. Maybe the artist wants to emphasize the racism and lack of humanity in this area.
I assume that the men are policemen.
This painting made me think about all the black people in South Africa and about their problems. Remember the title! It’s really a beautiful painting. If you have time, watch it on the internet. I’m sure you will like it, too.
In love Anna
Task 2
It’s really difficult to say what is art and what isn’t art. In my opinion nearly everything is art. – This photo, too, because as I see it the artist expresses his feelings with this picture and this makes it art. If someone disagrees with me it’s no problem. Art is free thinking and there are different ways to express or to show this. Art or not art? Is that so important? Our world is a modern world. There should be place for things like that. Art means to express what I want to express. It’s not important how and why. It needs more acceptance and awareness in our time. In my opinion it’s o.k. to say it’s a bad picture, but it’s not o.k. to say it’s no art. If you want to see it as art, it can be art. You only have to try!
Dear Lisa!
How was your week? I hope as good as mine. Yesterday I went to an art exhibition with Mum. It was really fascinating. In the first room there was a special picture by an artist named Norman Rockwell. The picture is called “The problem we all live with”. In the picture you can see a little girl with a white dress. On the left side (in front of her) and on the right side (behind her) are two men. All of them are walking on a pavement. The men wear suits and yellow armbands, with the words “Deputy us Marshall” on them. In the background you can see a wall with a smashed tomato and the word “Nigger” is written on the wall, too. I get the impression that the artist tries to convey a bad feeling. The little girl seems to be lonely and scared. The men are not black like her. It’s quite possible that it is a scene of a South African street. Maybe the artist wants to emphasize the racism and lack of humanity in this area.
I assume that the men are policemen.
This painting made me think about all the black people in South Africa and about their problems. Remember the title! It’s really a beautiful painting. If you have time, watch it on the internet. I’m sure you will like it, too.
In love Anna
Task 2
It’s really difficult to say what is art and what isn’t art. In my opinion nearly everything is art. – This photo, too, because as I see it the artist expresses his feelings with this picture and this makes it art. If someone disagrees with me it’s no problem. Art is free thinking and there are different ways to express or to show this. Art or not art? Is that so important? Our world is a modern world. There should be place for things like that. Art means to express what I want to express. It’s not important how and why. It needs more acceptance and awareness in our time. In my opinion it’s o.k. to say it’s a bad picture, but it’s not o.k. to say it’s no art. If you want to see it as art, it can be art. You only have to try!
Montag, 19. November 2007
What happens when we die?
We all have to die one day. But it’s really difficult to explicate what I think about death.
I have no precise idea what happens when we die. There are so many theories about death, also in our English book. There are different people with individual conceptions about death. Their beliefs vary from lack of ideas and belief in ghosts to reincarnation. In my opinion no theory is absurd and every one of them could be the right one. So I can understand all of them, but there is no one who I totally agree with.
I hope death is “neutral”. There are no bad or good feelings, no sense of time and no form of living. It's a place with no limits, like the universe. The people are disembodied and their souls are "flying" around.
Words: 136
I have no precise idea what happens when we die. There are so many theories about death, also in our English book. There are different people with individual conceptions about death. Their beliefs vary from lack of ideas and belief in ghosts to reincarnation. In my opinion no theory is absurd and every one of them could be the right one. So I can understand all of them, but there is no one who I totally agree with.
I hope death is “neutral”. There are no bad or good feelings, no sense of time and no form of living. It's a place with no limits, like the universe. The people are disembodied and their souls are "flying" around.
Words: 136
Mittwoch, 26. September 2007
Giuliani forced into climdown
Giuliani forced into climdown
My own summary:
A museum (NY) got problems with the mayor Giuliani, because of an art exhibition, where an artist provoked with a picture (Virgin Mary adorned with elephant dung). When the Museum refused to withdraw the work the Mayor withhold the funding. It ended in a legal battle, which was won by the Museum.
words: 51
Summary by the class:
There has been a legal battle between Mayor Giuliani and Brooklyn Museum about Ofili’s Virgin Mary in the sensations exhibition. He threatened to withhold the funding and to evict them. The museum won because of the fight to free speech after six months and he gave in.
words: 47
The letter:
Dear Editor!
I read your article about Giuliani and the art exhibition in New York.
I must admit that I was really shocked when I read the article. But it wasn’t because of the picture. I dislike Giuliani. He seems not to be a very tolerant person, doesn’t he?
In my opinion he exaggerated and I also think it was illegitimate to withhold the funding.
I agree with the Museum.
In our world are different kinds of art and everyone likes another one best. I have no problem with “shocking art”. Sure, it isn’t me favourite, but I am not against it. If someone dislikes “shocking art”, he/she hasn’t to visit a “shocking art exhibition”.
Art should be free and nobody should be able to forbid this sort of expression. That applies to Giuliani too.
Of course there are situations where it’s better to make an exception, but this does not apply to Chris Ofili’s Virgin Mary.
A.D.
words: 157
My own summary:
A museum (NY) got problems with the mayor Giuliani, because of an art exhibition, where an artist provoked with a picture (Virgin Mary adorned with elephant dung). When the Museum refused to withdraw the work the Mayor withhold the funding. It ended in a legal battle, which was won by the Museum.
words: 51
Summary by the class:
There has been a legal battle between Mayor Giuliani and Brooklyn Museum about Ofili’s Virgin Mary in the sensations exhibition. He threatened to withhold the funding and to evict them. The museum won because of the fight to free speech after six months and he gave in.
words: 47
The letter:
Dear Editor!
I read your article about Giuliani and the art exhibition in New York.
I must admit that I was really shocked when I read the article. But it wasn’t because of the picture. I dislike Giuliani. He seems not to be a very tolerant person, doesn’t he?
In my opinion he exaggerated and I also think it was illegitimate to withhold the funding.
I agree with the Museum.
In our world are different kinds of art and everyone likes another one best. I have no problem with “shocking art”. Sure, it isn’t me favourite, but I am not against it. If someone dislikes “shocking art”, he/she hasn’t to visit a “shocking art exhibition”.
Art should be free and nobody should be able to forbid this sort of expression. That applies to Giuliani too.
Of course there are situations where it’s better to make an exception, but this does not apply to Chris Ofili’s Virgin Mary.
A.D.
words: 157
Donnerstag, 3. Mai 2007
English Task 3
JANE EYRE STORY
How sad a fate!
I was born into a life of poverty and misfortune. Since my first birthday I have been an orphan. My mother and my father died because of an accident and so I lost my whole family. When I had to go to school I was sent to a school for parentless children, which was called LOWOOD. The school was poor and cold, the teachers were strict and the food was uneatable. I hated LOWOOD more than everything else. In my opinion it was the most horrible place in the world.
In my third year a new pupil came, named Jane Eyre. She looked nice and inquisitive, but there was something about her, something around her, I can not explain. She was often alone. But on a couple of days I could see her with Helen Burns, who was very special and unpopular. I didn’t know her very well and I never was really interested in her, but there was one event, which I could never forget:
The winter had been cold and everyone was happy when spring came. But before May arrived, a fever had attacked the crowded schoolroom and turned the orphanage into a hospital. Forty-five out of the eighty girls lay ill at one time. More and more girls died. I was healthy, and Jane too. But Helen was ill, very ill! I knew that Jane was very sad about Helen’s illness and I knew that she tried to visit her. One night I was woken up by a noise. I looked around and saw Jane. All girls slept in one big room. My bed was standing next to Jane’s, and so I could see her when she got out of the bed. I can not explain, why I followed her, but I did. Maybe I only wanted to know where she would go. Maybe I knew where she would go, and that was to reason. Jane went upstairs and downstairs, across the whole house. But a few minutes later she arrived at Miss Temple’s room. I asked myself, what she would do at this room. Miss Temple was one of the teachers.Jane went in. Close by Miss Temple’s bed stood a smaller one. A nurse was sitting in a chair asleep. I was able to watch Jane and the ill Helen through a slit in the door. Jane went to Helen and sat down on her bed. I could hear them talk.” Helen! Are you awake?” Jane asked.Helen repeated: “Is it you, Jane?”They kept silent. I looked at the nurse, who was still asleep. ”Why have you come here, Jane?””I came to see you. I heard you were very ill, and I could not sleep until I had spoken to you””You came to say goodbye to me, then. You are just in time, probably.”I thought about going. It was a very private moment and it was no concern of mine. But I wasn’t able to move. I was so nosy, although I knew it was wrong.
“Are you going somewhere, Helen?” Jane wanted to know.”Yes, to my last home.”
“No, no, Helen!” Jane cried.
“I am very happy, Jane, and when you hear them say that I am dead, you must not be sad. We must all die one day, and the illness which is removing me is gentle and gradual. My mind is at rest. I am leaving no one to cry for me. I have only a father, and he has lately remarried and will not miss me. I am going to God.”
I felt scared. Helen knew that she was going to die, nevertheless she wasn’t afraid.
I had a really bad feeling. Helen liked Jane to be near her. The minutes went by and Jane said: “I’ll stay with you, dear Helen. No one shall take me away”
Jane lay down beside her.
I went back to bed, but I couldn’t sleep. I thought about Jane and Helen, death and losing a friend.
At the next morning a teacher told the pupils that Helen Burns had died last night.
I felt so sorry for Jane.
This event happened many years ago. Today I am a wife and a mother. Some month ago a neighbour talked about a young teacher named Jane Eyre, who is working for a gentleman in Thornfield. I am happy for Jane, because she found her way and a good job. Maybe I will meet her one day again.
Words: 752
How sad a fate!
I was born into a life of poverty and misfortune. Since my first birthday I have been an orphan. My mother and my father died because of an accident and so I lost my whole family. When I had to go to school I was sent to a school for parentless children, which was called LOWOOD. The school was poor and cold, the teachers were strict and the food was uneatable. I hated LOWOOD more than everything else. In my opinion it was the most horrible place in the world.
In my third year a new pupil came, named Jane Eyre. She looked nice and inquisitive, but there was something about her, something around her, I can not explain. She was often alone. But on a couple of days I could see her with Helen Burns, who was very special and unpopular. I didn’t know her very well and I never was really interested in her, but there was one event, which I could never forget:
The winter had been cold and everyone was happy when spring came. But before May arrived, a fever had attacked the crowded schoolroom and turned the orphanage into a hospital. Forty-five out of the eighty girls lay ill at one time. More and more girls died. I was healthy, and Jane too. But Helen was ill, very ill! I knew that Jane was very sad about Helen’s illness and I knew that she tried to visit her. One night I was woken up by a noise. I looked around and saw Jane. All girls slept in one big room. My bed was standing next to Jane’s, and so I could see her when she got out of the bed. I can not explain, why I followed her, but I did. Maybe I only wanted to know where she would go. Maybe I knew where she would go, and that was to reason. Jane went upstairs and downstairs, across the whole house. But a few minutes later she arrived at Miss Temple’s room. I asked myself, what she would do at this room. Miss Temple was one of the teachers.Jane went in. Close by Miss Temple’s bed stood a smaller one. A nurse was sitting in a chair asleep. I was able to watch Jane and the ill Helen through a slit in the door. Jane went to Helen and sat down on her bed. I could hear them talk.” Helen! Are you awake?” Jane asked.Helen repeated: “Is it you, Jane?”They kept silent. I looked at the nurse, who was still asleep. ”Why have you come here, Jane?””I came to see you. I heard you were very ill, and I could not sleep until I had spoken to you””You came to say goodbye to me, then. You are just in time, probably.”I thought about going. It was a very private moment and it was no concern of mine. But I wasn’t able to move. I was so nosy, although I knew it was wrong.
“Are you going somewhere, Helen?” Jane wanted to know.”Yes, to my last home.”
“No, no, Helen!” Jane cried.
“I am very happy, Jane, and when you hear them say that I am dead, you must not be sad. We must all die one day, and the illness which is removing me is gentle and gradual. My mind is at rest. I am leaving no one to cry for me. I have only a father, and he has lately remarried and will not miss me. I am going to God.”
I felt scared. Helen knew that she was going to die, nevertheless she wasn’t afraid.
I had a really bad feeling. Helen liked Jane to be near her. The minutes went by and Jane said: “I’ll stay with you, dear Helen. No one shall take me away”
Jane lay down beside her.
I went back to bed, but I couldn’t sleep. I thought about Jane and Helen, death and losing a friend.
At the next morning a teacher told the pupils that Helen Burns had died last night.
I felt so sorry for Jane.
This event happened many years ago. Today I am a wife and a mother. Some month ago a neighbour talked about a young teacher named Jane Eyre, who is working for a gentleman in Thornfield. I am happy for Jane, because she found her way and a good job. Maybe I will meet her one day again.
Words: 752
Sonntag, 15. April 2007
English Task 2
A BURGLARY WITH HORRIBLE CONSEQUENCE
London (L.DEG.). Last night a burglary had happened in Grintalley, which ended in a gunfight. The night from 16.4 to 17.4 two men and a boy about ten years got into Mr. Brownlow’s house. Mr. Brownlow is the owner of a big bookshop.
At midnight the burglars broke into his house. But the burglaries were disturbed by the housekeeper Mrs. Bedwin, who had became awaked by a loud noise.
As she saw the burglaries she began to cry for Mr. B. In this moment she recognized the young boy.
It was Oliver Twist, who had lived at their house for a couple of days, and who was suddenly maltreated without a trace.
Now everything went on very fast. The boy wanted to escape form the burglaries, a shot felt and the boy lay hurt on the floor.
During that Mr. Brownlow had risen and was coagulated to the entrance. But he could only see how the burglaries ran away with the boy.
Mrs.Bedwin stood still under shock: “It was so horrible. Oh my little Oliver is hurt now, somewhere with these terrible burglars in the dark. And maybe he will die. Oh, my god! I can’t help him.”
We asked Mr. Brownlow, if he believes that the boy had broken into the house voluntarily:
“No, no, no, never! He is such a lovely boy. I’m sure he was forced to do it.”
Now the police are searching for two men at about 40 and a hurt boy, called Oliver Twist. Maybe the boy is dead.
The police would be glad for any information.
London (L.DEG.). Last night a burglary had happened in Grintalley, which ended in a gunfight. The night from 16.4 to 17.4 two men and a boy about ten years got into Mr. Brownlow’s house. Mr. Brownlow is the owner of a big bookshop.
At midnight the burglars broke into his house. But the burglaries were disturbed by the housekeeper Mrs. Bedwin, who had became awaked by a loud noise.
As she saw the burglaries she began to cry for Mr. B. In this moment she recognized the young boy.
It was Oliver Twist, who had lived at their house for a couple of days, and who was suddenly maltreated without a trace.
Now everything went on very fast. The boy wanted to escape form the burglaries, a shot felt and the boy lay hurt on the floor.
During that Mr. Brownlow had risen and was coagulated to the entrance. But he could only see how the burglaries ran away with the boy.
Mrs.Bedwin stood still under shock: “It was so horrible. Oh my little Oliver is hurt now, somewhere with these terrible burglars in the dark. And maybe he will die. Oh, my god! I can’t help him.”
We asked Mr. Brownlow, if he believes that the boy had broken into the house voluntarily:
“No, no, no, never! He is such a lovely boy. I’m sure he was forced to do it.”
Now the police are searching for two men at about 40 and a hurt boy, called Oliver Twist. Maybe the boy is dead.
The police would be glad for any information.
by Larissa and me
Words: 268
Mittwoch, 21. März 2007
English Task 1
Interview (Victorian Time)
I: Today Prof. Lamont from the University of History is here and will answer some questions about the Victorian age. He is an expert at this age.
Hallo Prof. Lamont! Welcome to the RADIO-EVENING-TALK. The auditors and I are much exited.
L: Good evening. I am also much exited. I hope we will start soon!
I: Let start us now! My first question is: Can you try to define the Victorian age? Tell us some facts!
L: The Victorian Time was reigned by Queen Victoria from 1837 till 1901. Today we would say that it was a prudish, repressed and old- fashioned time. But it was also the time of brilliant invention.
There were some men, like Darwin, Marx and Freud, which
played a decisive role in the Victorian Time. This means, it was
the age of Feminism, socialism and Marxism.
I: Can you tell us something about the people at this age?
L: Sure! First you have to know, that the life between the people was very different. On the one hand there were many really rich and powerful people on the other hand there were also many poor people. Of course both were very religion and the women had the same position, but their lives were from scratch different. The houses, the food, the clothes, the education and the work, that all was different.
I: Can you tell more about a woman’s life?
L: Ever women, special the rich ones, had a life-task called a woman’s “mission”. They had to play a model mother, wife and daughter. With other words, they had to be the ideal woman. Women were seen as moral and spiritual guarding. A good wife had to be pious, frugal, patient and industrious. Rather it was the living and working based on religion beliefs about importance of the married, the family and woman’s moral goodness.
I: What about the children? Could they go to school?
L: As opposed to rich children, poor ones weren’t allowed to go to school. Poor children had to work hard, because the whole family needed the money.
Schools were run by the church or small 'Dame' schools usually run by one woman. The school were very strict and religion. In this time it was normal that the pupils were hit by the teachers. If they did something wrong they were punished. There were also some places called school, which were in fact workshops. Most of the children never saw a classroom, because they had to work their whole life.
I: What kind of work they do?
L: Children as young as five worked for a living. They did unpleasant and dangerous jobs. They worked hard and with little pay.
Children often worked in coal mines. They had to open and shut the doors to allow air to the tunnels. They often worked without any light. Other children worked in factories, where they had to repair broken threads in cotton mills. Most of them died very early because they became ill or had accidents. It’s unbelievable, but the factory and mine owners didn’t think anything was wrong with giving nasty jobs to them.
Even small boys were made to climb up big narrow chimneys to clean them. A very hard and dangerous job!
One day Queen Victoria made a new low to make it illegal to employ young children. So they started to work with nine instead of five.
I: You said that poor children have worked hard! So I have to ask: Did they never play?
L: They woke hard but they still play. The poor children had no toys, so they made them themselves. They were very creative. The children made footballs from old rags and bats from pieces of wood. They shared toys like skipping ropes, marbles and hoops with friends in the same street. Children played often with other children games like tag or catch.
Rich children played diverse. They stayed at special rooms called Nursery. In this room a nanny was looking after them. It was a room for eating, playing and sleeping. Rich Children only played with expensive toys like rocking houses, toy trains or wonderful dolls.
I: I notice that our airtime is nearly over. But I think it is enough time for a last question: If you can choose, would you like to live in the Victorian age!
L: No! Our time is also full of mistakes, although I think the Victorian age wasn’t so easy than the life today.
I: We thank you so much for this informative interview! It was really great!
I hope you will turn on the radio again to listen to me and the RADIO-EVENING-TALK!
Words: 781
I: Today Prof. Lamont from the University of History is here and will answer some questions about the Victorian age. He is an expert at this age.
Hallo Prof. Lamont! Welcome to the RADIO-EVENING-TALK. The auditors and I are much exited.
L: Good evening. I am also much exited. I hope we will start soon!
I: Let start us now! My first question is: Can you try to define the Victorian age? Tell us some facts!
L: The Victorian Time was reigned by Queen Victoria from 1837 till 1901. Today we would say that it was a prudish, repressed and old- fashioned time. But it was also the time of brilliant invention.
There were some men, like Darwin, Marx and Freud, which
played a decisive role in the Victorian Time. This means, it was
the age of Feminism, socialism and Marxism.
I: Can you tell us something about the people at this age?
L: Sure! First you have to know, that the life between the people was very different. On the one hand there were many really rich and powerful people on the other hand there were also many poor people. Of course both were very religion and the women had the same position, but their lives were from scratch different. The houses, the food, the clothes, the education and the work, that all was different.
I: Can you tell more about a woman’s life?
L: Ever women, special the rich ones, had a life-task called a woman’s “mission”. They had to play a model mother, wife and daughter. With other words, they had to be the ideal woman. Women were seen as moral and spiritual guarding. A good wife had to be pious, frugal, patient and industrious. Rather it was the living and working based on religion beliefs about importance of the married, the family and woman’s moral goodness.
I: What about the children? Could they go to school?
L: As opposed to rich children, poor ones weren’t allowed to go to school. Poor children had to work hard, because the whole family needed the money.
Schools were run by the church or small 'Dame' schools usually run by one woman. The school were very strict and religion. In this time it was normal that the pupils were hit by the teachers. If they did something wrong they were punished. There were also some places called school, which were in fact workshops. Most of the children never saw a classroom, because they had to work their whole life.
I: What kind of work they do?
L: Children as young as five worked for a living. They did unpleasant and dangerous jobs. They worked hard and with little pay.
Children often worked in coal mines. They had to open and shut the doors to allow air to the tunnels. They often worked without any light. Other children worked in factories, where they had to repair broken threads in cotton mills. Most of them died very early because they became ill or had accidents. It’s unbelievable, but the factory and mine owners didn’t think anything was wrong with giving nasty jobs to them.
Even small boys were made to climb up big narrow chimneys to clean them. A very hard and dangerous job!
One day Queen Victoria made a new low to make it illegal to employ young children. So they started to work with nine instead of five.
I: You said that poor children have worked hard! So I have to ask: Did they never play?
L: They woke hard but they still play. The poor children had no toys, so they made them themselves. They were very creative. The children made footballs from old rags and bats from pieces of wood. They shared toys like skipping ropes, marbles and hoops with friends in the same street. Children played often with other children games like tag or catch.
Rich children played diverse. They stayed at special rooms called Nursery. In this room a nanny was looking after them. It was a room for eating, playing and sleeping. Rich Children only played with expensive toys like rocking houses, toy trains or wonderful dolls.
I: I notice that our airtime is nearly over. But I think it is enough time for a last question: If you can choose, would you like to live in the Victorian age!
L: No! Our time is also full of mistakes, although I think the Victorian age wasn’t so easy than the life today.
I: We thank you so much for this informative interview! It was really great!
I hope you will turn on the radio again to listen to me and the RADIO-EVENING-TALK!
Words: 781
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