I often went to missions where officials were in trouble.
Then I came and was immediately greeted by the people with: "Oh, hey Teggy!"
Often you could straighten that out again.
The colleagues from the patrol car were sometimes a bit irritated, but they also gladly took advantage of the advantages before you fight someone.
You always get something there.
Civil investigators like me are supposed to be unknown and appear out of nowhere.
I never did that in Billstedt.
On duty I walked ten or fifteen kilometers through the district and talked to people.
I also gave everyone my cell phone number.
One night, I had just returned from vacation in Denmark with my fully packed car, someone called: "There's a dead man in front of the bar."
That was the perpetrator's wife in need.
He then surrendered.
It has always been important to me that people have the confidence to come up and say: Shit has happened now, how can we best do it?
I grew up on Döhnerstraße in Hamm, there were a lot of youth gangs and a lot of arguments.
As a teenager, I also saw criminal things.
And I saw the poor conditions in which some classmates grew up.
That's why I had a completely different understanding of perpetrators.
I have always appreciated it very much when colleagues who have experienced something similar came into my troop.
If you think like the perpetrators, you have better chances as a police officer.
I've wanted to go to the Billstedter Wache since I often walked past it as a child.
After secondary school, I did an apprenticeship with the Federal Border Police and then went to the BKA for personal protection.
I was allowed to guard Helmut Schmidt during the last days of his chancellorship.
From there I went to the Hamburg police in 1982 and came to Billstedt, to the new station at Möllner Landstrasse 44, where I was until the end of last year.
Billstedt was something special, with a very high proportion of foreigners and many welfare recipients.
It was difficult for many to get out of there.
One of the really big problems was finding a job when you lived on certain streets.
If you sent out an application and it said Sonnenland or Mümmelmannsberg, it was often not even rejected.
Your career was already about getting your forklift license.
I've heard that over and over again.
It made many of the young men feel dirty.
Some of them had a macho attitude, but they weren't stupid.
With good funding, there would have been great opportunities.
But there wasn't.
Their role models were then the offenders in the drug sector or in prostitution, who had large vehicles and boasted with them.
I went on patrol until 1995, when I became a civil investigator.
At that time we had a lot of handbag stolen old women, I should write a concept.
We always drove the injured people to the station immediately, showed them photos and questioned them immediately.
So we got a picture of the perpetrator.
We often met the perpetrators at the train station.
None of them had a ticket, so we wrote them down first because they were fraudulently providing services.
That really annoyed her.
But through this I achieved that we talked to them, that we got to know them and became more and more familiar with them.
People like to tell something.
Some of the young people said: "You have to look at it too."
So we got more and more into areas where the perpetrators previously felt safe.
At some point I had their numbers, I was able to call them and talk to them about a robbery: "That and the first name fell."
Then it was said: "Sure, you don't have that in view yet!"
This has often resulted in arrests on the same day.
The perpetrators had respect.
And fear that we are everywhere.