TOGO 1968/9 Industry Textile Togolaise
"Stranded" in Togo 1968
Industry Textile Togolaise, ITT
Datcha (Togo)
After arrival in
Douala (Cameroon) I worked for a while at a seaman's hostel but was soon picked up by the police and ordered to leave the country because of lack of documents. I had nowhere in particular to go
and my finances were at a low as usual. I bought a flight ticket to Lome in Togo and "organized" a Visa. I had never heared or cared about
Togo before. The immigration men escorted me
to the airport and after som quarrels I could border the plane.
We landed in Lome in the middle of a heavy thunderstorm and I trekked to the beach where I could find a spot to lay down.
I had now where to go and was a bit lost, no cash or much other possessions. No idea where I was and even less of what to do next!
I made it to the beach and looked for a suitable place to lay down. Next morning I got up, hungry, wet, full of sand and disoriented! Not unusual but always a bit unsettling.
I was looking for the
"Foyer des Marins" since it proved to be a good address in
Douala and hopefully also here in Lome. Naturally, they could not send me away and instead offered me a small empty room to stay.
Not bad for a start. I got information about a Swiss,
Mr. Biedermann, Director of
Industrie Textile Togolaise in Dadja and I went to contact him.
He was a very friendly man and offered me a room in his house. Later he drove me to the mill, situated 170km North of Lome, and introduced me to the German Mill Manager,
Mr. Tasche. I got a job as Assistant Spinning Manager under Mr. Kriegel a German "bully".
Nevertheless, it became one of my best time in live. I met a local girl,
Jeannette, my later first wife for 18 years. Soon she born me a son
Marcel.
We lived in the guest house of
ITT (Industrie Textile Togolese or later Togotex Int. SA. ), Dadcha, which was situated near
Atakpame, Plateaux state and 150km North of
Lome.
I was soon at home and made friends with the mostly German staff. I needed a transport and I found two old
DKW Mungas (2-stroke engine). I got permission to repair one working with the
available components. It was quite some work but with the help of my mechanics we got one exemplar up and running. This gave me the freedom to roam around the bush and even
to go for a weekend to Lome.
Later I bought a new Renault to make such trips more comfortable.The roads where not tarred and the dust and rain was not conductive to the
well being of our baby,
Marcel (born 20.03.1970!
The roads where not tarred and the dust and rain was not conductive to the
well being of our baby, Marcel (born 20.03.1970! I liked the Plateau where we visited Jeanette's father with his 4 wives. The climate up there was cool and a relief to the otherwise moist heat. We undertook trips in the
surrounding areas and also went fishing in the Mono River. There Kriegel and his friends liked to us Dynamite to make the wait short!
Horror strikes: The Gillain Barre Syndrom
All happiness but, as in many cases in my live, things changed. This time in form of a strange sickness which slowly paralysed me from bottom to top. It started
during a visit to a Disco in Lome. My legs just gave way and I lost also control over my hands, letting beer mugs just fall to the ground. All thought that I`m drunk but
that was unfortunately not the case. Next day I drove Jeanette back to Dadja. It was a hard 3 hours drive and than another 2 hours to the German hospital
in
Palime. There I couldn't leave my car. My voice also failed and I had to struggle to get attention and being carried into the hospital.
The German Doctor made it clear that I have to be transported
as soon as possible to Switzerland. They feared that vital functions might also fail, which than also happened later on. At the University Hospital of Zurich they
diagnosed the
Gillain Barre Syndrome, a form of Polio which is indeed very rare. Why can't I win the Jackpot instead! After some very trying months, where I laid motionless
and blinded in my bed. Hooked up to all kind of instruments, common to intensive care units and waited for betterment. I could not speak, I could
not hear, I could not move, I could not feel, but I could hear. At times it was horror. Than, one day, I suddenly felt a faint sensation of temperature change from the liquid food, administered through a tube to my stomach.
I sensed that this can be the return of feelings and it was! Slowly but steady the feelings and motions returned and with help of all kind of therapies and tortures I came to live
again. - That changed a lot, my friends could drive me in the wheelchair to the next pub and this gave my recovery a real boost and my nurses nervous attacks.
After leaving Rehab I was searching for a job and was lucky and got me a contract with IPTC (West Africa) Ltd. and a few months later I was on my way to
Nigeria to face a New Challenge: NIGERIA!.