Yogameister: Wie geht es dir?
Schülerin: Gestresst. War wieder stressig im Betriebsrat.
Yogameister: Wie im richtigen Leben.
© 2017
Thursday, 27. April 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
Thursday, 17. November 2016
Not This Time
We have always known, as Bert Brecht put it, "the womb this crawled from is still going strong." We have known that those who do not value diversity, and are bound to what they are already familiar with, who are too cowardly to explore the unknown unless they conquer it, afraid they might lose the little they call their own, those who make their lives so small, that they are still there, that they still exist, hidden, and more or less silent, maybe muttering their homemade lies to themselves.
But now they can be heard again, they are no longer hidden, they even claim a voice.
Not this time, though. From now on, we will not fight in their arenas any longer. This time, we will be using completely different weaponry. Oh, yes, we will fight back in unison for freedom and humanity. But we will be using very special sinews such as politeness and humor. And, as additional support, we will execute spontaneous and silent acts of minimalism that may not be suited as revenge, though surely they will serve as satisfaction. (For once, we will get it!)
Therefore, recently, a young Asian woman answered the hateful phrase "Go back to China!" ever so politely with "Oh, I am so sorry, but I am from Korea!" And my Trinidad friend redeemed the racism of a man who would not even take his change from her hand, as if his attitude was not filthier than her hands, by rubbing the special bagel he claimed in the bakery's backroom across the sole of her shoe before she carefully bagged this piece of pastries for him.
Come on out of your hidyhole, you fascist disregarders of human dignity, you racist political die-hards. We will get you without you even getting it. Everyone of you. Everywhere!
© 2016
But now they can be heard again, they are no longer hidden, they even claim a voice.
Not this time, though. From now on, we will not fight in their arenas any longer. This time, we will be using completely different weaponry. Oh, yes, we will fight back in unison for freedom and humanity. But we will be using very special sinews such as politeness and humor. And, as additional support, we will execute spontaneous and silent acts of minimalism that may not be suited as revenge, though surely they will serve as satisfaction. (For once, we will get it!)
Therefore, recently, a young Asian woman answered the hateful phrase "Go back to China!" ever so politely with "Oh, I am so sorry, but I am from Korea!" And my Trinidad friend redeemed the racism of a man who would not even take his change from her hand, as if his attitude was not filthier than her hands, by rubbing the special bagel he claimed in the bakery's backroom across the sole of her shoe before she carefully bagged this piece of pastries for him.
Come on out of your hidyhole, you fascist disregarders of human dignity, you racist political die-hards. We will get you without you even getting it. Everyone of you. Everywhere!
© 2016
Sunday, 15. May 2016
Die richtige Währung
Die schönsten Geschichten schreibt bekanntlich das Leben. Urlaub in Marokko. Ein Freund von mir hatte sich ein Auto geliehen und passte sich den ortsüblichen Verkehrsteilnehmern an ohne dabei auf Geschwindigkeitsbegrenzungen zu achten. Nach einigen Kilometern jedoch wurde er aus einem Pulk an Fahrzeugen von der Polizei rausgewunken und bekam mitgeteilt, dass er 300 Dirham wegen Überschreitung des erlaubten Tempos zu zahlen habe. Missmutig überreichte er das Geld, umgerechnet etwa 30 Euro.
Plötzlich fragte der Polizist unvermittelt: "Bayern München? "
Der Freund schüttelte energisch den Kopf: "Eintracht Frankfurt!"
Daraufhin gab der Polizist ihm die 300 Dirham zurück und ließ ihn weiterfahren. Die Eintracht war offenbar die richtige Währung.
Plötzlich fragte der Polizist unvermittelt: "Bayern München? "
Der Freund schüttelte energisch den Kopf: "Eintracht Frankfurt!"
Daraufhin gab der Polizist ihm die 300 Dirham zurück und ließ ihn weiterfahren. Die Eintracht war offenbar die richtige Währung.
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