Marco ist dreizehn, schmal und drahtig, und steht zum ersten Mal auf der Ringermatte. Der Brief vom Sportlehrer, die Unterschrift des Direktors, der erste Hüftschwung – und die Jungs am Mattenrand schauen zu.
Der Song zu Kapitel 23 „Der Ringer“: ein Junge aus dem Heim, der nicht liegen bleibt.
aus dem Roman „Der Waisenjunge“
In the home I learned to fight,
without a map, without rules.
Nobody showed me how,
I just had to keep standing.
I am a fighter, a boy from the home.
I am a fighter, and I don’t stay down.
A letter from the sports teacher,
the director signs it.
And Aunt Erika laughs and says:
“Marco, what else do you want to do?”
I am a fighter, a boy from the home.
I am a fighter, and I don’t stay down.
A red suit, a mat, a trainer,
a hip throw, a shoulder throw.
The boys stand there and stare
as Marco throws his opponent.
“Rules are rules,” they say,
but here on the mat they are fair.
In the night I dreamed of winning the tournament.
I am a fighter, a boy from the home.
I am a fighter, and I don’t stay down.
Oh-oh-oh …