Die Kirchenglocken haben eine Weile geläutet.
Jetzt nicht mehr.
Die Leute essen zu Mittag hinter
jeder für sich oder
in ganz kleinem Kreis,
kein Gesang hörbar.
Über die Auen und Felder,
die Einsamkeit schwebt wie eine Nebelwolke,
saugt alle Gedanken auf.
Allein ein Vogel durchsticht das Grau,
wie ein Friedenslicht leuchtend.
Today, 27.01.2015, is the 70th commemoration of the liberation of Auschwitz. Glimpses caught yesterday in the city that witnessed the rise of national socialism all those years ago and which now takes pride in its vivid diversity and its Anti-Bagida movement.
Entertainer in Marienplatz
Old Munich City Hall
In a trance – Jewish music in the streets that once gave birth to national socialism
The gentle flight of earthbound things – plus a tinge of pink. Yes, careful, be careful what you step on…
… the world is never black and white.
On my way home, I saw a man meditate in the subway station. He was sitting upright on a bench, immobile and serene, with closed eyelids. His fingers plucking truth from the stuffy underground air, the inside of his palms like tulip bulbs waiting to burst into flower. And rivers of people flowed by him in the form of huge dragon tails: loud, tense, shuffling their feet. And trains came and went. And he didn’t wake up.
I sat next to him for a while, to bathe in his silence, to plunge in his personal pool of quiet. As my train drove away, a symphony still poured from the loudspeakers at Odeonsplatz subway station. And I was still watching, listening, being. And I still couldn’t forget the Auschwitz woman cradling her empty arms where her baby had been, the most wonderful creature, gone, gone, gone forever. And how the very same night, she threw herself into the electric fence.
So I decided to write this blog.
Let’s never forget.