petersiegfriedkrug

My life was very hard from birth. I never got to know my own father  - supposedly a doctor by profession named Dr. Peter Strobl. I never have seen a picture of my father.
My mother put me in a nursing home after my father suggested that I should be aborted. I spent the first 2 years in a nursing home. Then I came to a children's home in Itzling, which boys and girls (about 20 or more) between 2 and 6 were . The home was closed and I felt like I was in a prison. I had no friends and no caregiver in the children's home. I had no relatives, no aunts, no uncles - no one. Sometimes I was picked up by the birth mother over the weekend. These were the few days when I was allowed to experience freedom in the first 6 years...