Still fightingSeyit

My friend Joe almost didn’t survive the Nazi attack.

For me, as a 17-year-old boy who was full of hope and dreams, a world fell apart after this event.
My friend Joe almost didn’t survive the Nazi attack.
It was pure horror! It took me a long time to come to terms with what happened.

Apart from the wounds in the shoulder and neck, I now had a big scar on my face.
For me looking this way was like poison to my self-esteem. Who would want to be with me now? The girls looked at me and thought: “What’s up with his face?”. And with that big scar on my face I did not get into any clubs anymore either.

Every day of my life was a struggle.

I had passed my A-levels and desperately needed some cash to get a step close to my dream of studying at university. I started my business studies and started to work “on the side”. Soon the only thing happening “on the side” were my studies. I needed to get out of the neighbourhood and the only way I was going to make it was through diligence and hard work.

My days looked like this:

5.am. The alarm clock is ringing.

From 6am-12pm I cleaned cars at a rental car company.

At 1pm I started my shift at the pizza place and delivered pizzas and croques until 8pm.

At 8 pm it was time to go home, but it was only a short pit stop there for me. I had to take a shower, get changed and put on my body armour before I headed down to the club where I worked at the doors until 2pm in the morning.

It was a tough time.
Nevertheless, I somehow managed to graduate from university and started to send out job applications.

70 job applications later I finally found a job in Marketing at an Asian company. The excitement about the new job soon wore off when I realized that this office job was not for me at all. I could not stand working in an office for a single day longer.

After six months, I quit.

I could not bring myself to tell my family…
…so every morning I left the house suited and booted, just to sit in cafés all day thinking about my life.

Or, to be honest, the only thought I had was that “life is shit!”

I was unemployed and slightly depressed.

Then came the day that changed everything.
I was sitting in my usual spot at the cafe when a friend stopped by on his lunch break. We got talking.

He said:
“Seyit, you’re still coaching the kids at the youth centre, right? Sport is your thing. Why don’t you become a qualified coach? “.