A month ago:
Anita Müller was sitting together with some of her fellow students in the Mensa.
"In one month it's semester break, and still I don't have a holiday job" Anita complained.
"Have you ever tried it with non-profit associations?" asked Franziska, one of her friends.
"You have to bring your own money, no thanks!"
"I didn't mean aid organisations, but more associations of political interests. If you like, I'll tell you, but not here."
"Okay, then let's go," said Anita, got up and packed her bag. The nice weather was inviting for a walk. So they walked into the nearby park and took a seat on a bench. Franziska began:
"You know that I am involved in various political organisations. I heard from a Syrian friend that the German-Arab Peace League was looking for students for a three-week integration project. All I do know, they do pay well. However, it's not clear what political ambitions they have. They don't set great store by transparency. Rather, they seem to belong to an orthodox Islamic wing. If they invite you to an interview, pay attention to your outfit. They are expecting applicants dressed in a decent way." "Veiled," asked Anita.
"Don't be foolish, don't wear décolletés and mini skirts. Are you interested? I' ll make you a connexion."
"Yes, please! I desperately need money! Next morning her Smartphone announced a call from a man named Abdul bin Almusa.
"Anja Müller on the line."
"Good morning Ms Müller, I am from the German Arab Peace League. Are you interested in one of our projects?"
"That went fast. I'm a student looking now for a paid vacation job."
"Very nice. Please come and see us today kindly. Otherwise, a later appointment would only be possible in a month. As you probably know, we soon will have Ramadan, and as a strictly religious organisation, a number of our activities will be suspended. I have an appointment for you today at about 16:00."
Anita buzzed her head - appearing immediately - strictly religious - Ramadan? At all, she needed the job.
"I would be delighted if I could come to you at 16:00." He told her the address. The university had to do without her today. She started to dress up for the interview. At 15:50 she contacted the reception.
"I have a meeting with Mr. bin Almusa. Name is Anita Müller".
"Ms Müller I announce you very gladly. Ms Müller here comes in a message concerning you. It is called: Dear Ms Müller, I regret it infinitely. However, I had to leave in an extremely urgently matter. If you want to wait for me, please go to my office, where they will take care of you until I return.
"Well, that's a good start," she thought, but she said,
"Where, could I find Mr. bin Al Musa's office?"
"Oh, so you' d like to wait. Please take place then. The Office will send somebody to pick you up. She must have been sitting there for half an hour, then a woman in strict Islamic clothing appeared. Without a word, she stood in front of the reception.
"Ms Müller, follow the lady, she will escort you to Mr Al Musa's office." Arriving at the office, she was asked to sit in a small windowless room. They brought her tea and some biscuits and asked for her application documents. They then left her alone.
In another room, Al Musa and some other gentlemen were sitting and watching Anita. "A handsome specimen, intelligent, from a broken home and strong-willed. I wonder how much longer she'll wait. If she holds out until 18:00, we will take her."
Now she sat almost an hour and a half alone in that hole and waited. When the door opened, she decided to leave, and a man stormed in.
"Dear Ms Müller, forgive me, please! I can never repay that! I am uncomfortable!"
"That depends very much on what kind of salary we agree on," she replied mischievously.
"Touche! I believe we made a great success by you. For six weeks we are offering you € 4000."
"I was thinking about a three-week job," she replied.
"Sorry, the project takes about six weeks. Do you accept it or not?"
" Six weeks and the holidays are over, 4000,- € on the other hand, who will pay so much?" she thought.
"Agreed, where will I be signing."
"Come along and talk to project manager Mesut Özil."
" But not that soccer player?"
"No,our Mesut Özil is looking a lot prettier," he said laughing. They then entered a spacious office.