Lalala Save Me

While Jean Cocteau would save the fire if his house was on fire, a Belgian biologist, whose name escapes me, when asked in a radio show which species he would save if he could save but one, replied "The ants."

Being Impossible

Given their former abusive relationship even to consider forgiveness would be hard, but the embrace was overwhelmingly astonishing.

The Catholic Hero

Far from being the pinnacle of perfection, he needs to be forced to take action, which he eventually will perform quite reluctantly.

He is after all like Flambeau the benevolent sinner.

Levinas is right.

Wish You Were Here

As a child I was intrigued by the concept of masks. How one is never sure of what is going on behind them, of the possibility of unchartered depth beneath the superficial. And indeed a lot could be going on there.


Or else somebody is riding on her bike while texting something.

No more presence, no more mystery, something for algorithms to decipher.

A Universal Code

"Mama ist unterwegs/ Mama is on her way!" was the code given out on Sunday. In the hour of need the prospect of consolation.

If only I had had some duct tape!













OKAY GO!

With Our Eyes Wide Open

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Sometimes

truth appears to be quite naive.

Like listening to Ben Ferencz this morning and me remembering that even at the Kunstakademie (Academy of Fine Arts) in Münster while I was studying there, some of my fellow students called out for war. Their point was that people nowadays cherish values far too less and a war because of its scarcity will teach them to appreciate the luxuries and beauty of life once again. I was not alien to this thought that people would see something good in a war, another point often heard that it would provide a chance to build up a country from scratch, yet I was irritated to be confronted with this sentiment there. So I yelled at them:"People die in wars, really and actually!" My response was so strong because I was thinking of all the atrocities committed in wars. War is when everything is turned upside down, when there is no more decency and even no more common ground. This is well reflected in the history of my home, a small village on the German-Dutch border. In November 1591, when war was raging between Spain and the newly established Netherlands, this village was pillaged by Spanish soldiers. According to the chronicles those people being on the payroll of a Catholic nation slaughtered more than one thousand five hundred Catholic people in a Catholic church, where they had fled because they thought they were save there. This is war to you and sadly it happened and happens time and time again. P. S.: Later the soldiers even had the nerve to demand a ransom for the bodies of the slaughtered, else they would them into the local river, the Rur/Roer.