Wir feiern, trotz Corona, schön auf Abstand, Oma Hannas Geburtstag. Wir, das sind Tara, Gitte und ich, und natürlich die Oma. Wir sitzen im Garten und lassen es uns gut gehen.
Tara fragt irgendwann, ob sie rein kann, aufs Klo.
Selbstverständlich, sage ich. Du kannst dir so ein kleines Gästehandtuch aus dem Regal nehmen.
Ich hab da schon mein kleines rosa Handtuch hingehängt, sagt Oma Hanna.
Warum sagt sie das denn jetzt, frage ich mich sofort. Nachher denkt Tara, sie soll sich doch kein eigenes Handtuch nehmen. Ach Quatsch, denke ich praktisch im selben Moment und sage nichts.
Hinterher stelle ich fest, dass im Bad nur das kleine rosa Handtuch hängt.
Es ist, wie es ist, sagt Gitte immer. Es könnte aber auch anders sein.
(C) 2020
Friday, September 6. 2019
One of these days
It should have been nothing but my kid's birthday. It was one if these days, though.
First of all, I worked approximately 14 hours with hardly any breaks. Why would I do this? Being a works council member in social work, I have to deal with more shit imaginable, and yesterday the confirmation came to my knowledge that this inhuman shark calling himself our employer is working against my colleagues and me by openly founding a second company with even worse working conditions, and letting us bleed to death.
Then I learned my Ex had a heart attack. Which affects also the kids, and the rest of the patchwork family. My mother went straight into a massive panic attack, leading to symptoms of her own special heart attack. And on top of everything, my kid, not being able to enjoy her birthday, had to deal with the aftermath of another eating disorder attack, while my best friend, still being in massive pain, was literally kicked out of a London hospital after an operation, probably because she is on NH and did not pay cash.
On this very day, some rotten criminals had to flood Wikipedia's servers bringing it down. May these excuses for human beings from now on be in pain every day, may their employer (or if haven't got one, they themselves each other) treat them like slaves, may their mothers suffer each single day of their lives, may their kids have serious diseases, may their friends, if they have any, be gone for good because the doctors refused to treat them.
If anyone attacks again the one organisation that brings mankind together, and forward, by giving out free and valid information, they should all die of a heart attack. Instantly. After one of these days, of course!
First of all, I worked approximately 14 hours with hardly any breaks. Why would I do this? Being a works council member in social work, I have to deal with more shit imaginable, and yesterday the confirmation came to my knowledge that this inhuman shark calling himself our employer is working against my colleagues and me by openly founding a second company with even worse working conditions, and letting us bleed to death.
Then I learned my Ex had a heart attack. Which affects also the kids, and the rest of the patchwork family. My mother went straight into a massive panic attack, leading to symptoms of her own special heart attack. And on top of everything, my kid, not being able to enjoy her birthday, had to deal with the aftermath of another eating disorder attack, while my best friend, still being in massive pain, was literally kicked out of a London hospital after an operation, probably because she is on NH and did not pay cash.
On this very day, some rotten criminals had to flood Wikipedia's servers bringing it down. May these excuses for human beings from now on be in pain every day, may their employer (or if haven't got one, they themselves each other) treat them like slaves, may their mothers suffer each single day of their lives, may their kids have serious diseases, may their friends, if they have any, be gone for good because the doctors refused to treat them.
If anyone attacks again the one organisation that brings mankind together, and forward, by giving out free and valid information, they should all die of a heart attack. Instantly. After one of these days, of course!
Thursday, September 28. 2017
Wahrgenommen
Yogameister: Wie geht es dir?
Schülerin: Gestresst. War wieder stressig im Betriebsrat.
Yogameister: Wie im richtigen Leben.
© 2017
Schülerin: Gestresst. War wieder stressig im Betriebsrat.
Yogameister: Wie im richtigen Leben.
© 2017
Thursday, April 27. 2017
It is decided
Some time gaps seem to be longer than others. The old tea kettle phenomenon. Half an hour later can either mean minutes, or hours.
No wonder, if even minutes can make the difference between life and death. There is only one truth that can put a stop to all this. We all die.
Even though all the dictators in the world, and their followers and wretched copycats, might think otherwise, no one lives for ever.
Their dead and their living victims might even decide to send them a curse in order to speed up time. Where a strike will be shattered and thousands are slaughtered, a gap might be the solution. An o for an i in the word strike, and they're gone.
That is why the future is already written, after all. For all of us, the end is clear. And no money and no power in the world can change that.
We will all rot.
© 2017
No wonder, if even minutes can make the difference between life and death. There is only one truth that can put a stop to all this. We all die.
Even though all the dictators in the world, and their followers and wretched copycats, might think otherwise, no one lives for ever.
Their dead and their living victims might even decide to send them a curse in order to speed up time. Where a strike will be shattered and thousands are slaughtered, a gap might be the solution. An o for an i in the word strike, and they're gone.
That is why the future is already written, after all. For all of us, the end is clear. And no money and no power in the world can change that.
We will all rot.
© 2017
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