“During the break I once beat each other by eight girls.” When Moorrees-Eicert lay on the floor there, she saw her master standing with a cup of coffee. “For a moment I had hope, but he took another sip of coffee and a bite from his cake and had to laugh about it. He got the idea that I deserved this and I didn’t feel safe to go to him.”
After six months, Moorrees-Eicert goes to her parents and talk to the master, but without success. “I had indicated to my parents that I really couldn’t handle it anymore. I didn’t want to do anymore. I didn’t want to live anymore, but my parents got back from the master that this belongs to children and inventing themselves.”