9th November 1938: Reichskristallnacht
The synagogues were burning.
9th November 2018:
All around us political parties gain power and influence
that like back then are agitating, polemicising, segregating.
Those who call the Third Reich a ‘flyshit in history’.
Divine powers: I call for your support: Never again!
You, for who time truely doesn’t play a role:
Don’t let us forget what happened back then,
don’t let it happen that those incidences get trivialized,
give us the strength to be there for eacht other,
to be strong for those who can’t stand up for themselves,
as a majority not to stand by in silence
when stupid, weak ignorants want to take the power in their own hands.
Because this is our time, and what happens now
will be what we are judged by in future.
And I don’t want to be asked sometime:
Why haven’t you done something?
I spread my arms,
I reach out to you:
More than just a handshake,
more than just some nice words,
more like a sweet kiss,
more like a strong hug.
They are passing the veils between the worlds,
signs of my affection for (?) you.
Between family and work,
expectations and duties:
May I always find a moment
to regain my center
and to become aware of
my place in the bif web of life
and my connections to all
who live and work in it.
So be it!
Deep down under the earth, hidden in moist darkness
they are busy.
Eating, rummaging, digging
and thus transforming
the rests of our food
into nourishing compost.
This is how the circle goes on,
and all that remains to me is to sing a song of praise to the earthworm!
Come on sky, cover yourself:
Let clouds in all shades of grey gather,
big and heavy.
Let the air be filled with the smell of wetness,
wet grass and steaming asphalt.
And then let the first drops fall,
splashing and spattering
until a veil of rain is covering the land
and puddles are mirrorlike shimmering on the ground,
little lakes, saturating the earth
until the land breathes a sign of relief after the long draught.
Today’s first cup of cappuccino is in my hand
and my gaze glides out of the window:
White frost covers grass and bushes.
The night has been a cold one.
But between all this white there’s a colourful spot,
A jay, I am surprised to see,
happy for the growing diversity in my garden.
„Das Auto ist ein Totalschaden.
Die Reparatur lohnt sich nicht!“,
so klingt es in meinen Ohren.
Wenn wir heute die Autohäuser nach einem neuen Fahrzeug durchforsten,
dann sei mit Rat und Tat zur Seite, Nehalennia,
und lass uns ein Auto finden,
das unsere Erwartungen erfüllt und unseren Geschmack trifft.
“The car is irreparable!”,
it sounded in my ears.
When we hit the car lots today searching a new car,
then be with us with guidance and a helping hand, Nehalennia,
and let us find a car
that meets both our expectations and our taste.