I am very sad because another kind of war returned yesterday to Breitscheidplatz in Berlin, my home-town. Whoever is responsible for this crucial bloody incident, did not only attack a peaceful Christmas market but also a place of memorial as a whole reminding us everyday with the wellknown monument of Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church (a ruin from WW II) to the unnumerable victims of war and aggression.

kaiser-wilhelm-gedachtniskircheAt least 12 people were killed and dozens of others severely injured yesterday, an undescribably chock situation. But we may not follow the violent logic of such horrific offenders armed with 25t-lorries or populist interpretations of the same, instead much more has to be done to achieve peace and freedom everywhere on earth. Today, we should not only commemorate of the people killed yesterday here in Berlin, but also of the uncountable innocent civilian victims of actual global warfares which often get no attention at all.


“The air is full of the molecules of water vapour. Their constitution is such that in the normal temperature of the athmosphere their poles are pushed so  far asunder as to be practically out of each other’s range. They do not unite. They freely flow in their swarming millions through the air. But when the temperature begins to freeze, then their motion is slowed down and their mutually attractive power, their magnetism, draws them together, they become visible, and we see chrystals made of ice. And again, the points of attraction and repulsion belonging to each particle exert such an exact degree of pull and pressure that the most delicate shapes of marvellous symmetry are built up. These are the flowers of the sky. We call them snow”

John Steward Collis in: The Visions of Glory

As midwinter’s  solistice is approaching, I now have to leave again to the imaginary world.

Horizons of water


benghaziA courageous message by Nada Elfeituri from Benghazi / Libya about the situation in her hometown in the Eastern part of Liba, a country struck by a forgotten civil war and torn into pieces between different tribes, local warlords and the utterly ruthless threat of IS: Till today there are two governments in Tripoli and Tobruk, but both of them are not capable to establish peace again. Allthough the situation is very difficult and crucial you will find normally only very few refugees from Libya in Europe because Libyan people have great pride as children of the great desert there in Northern Africa.

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Brave New Libya

This is how I remember it: There were missiles coming down, and it was pitch black. It wasn’t the missiles that scared us, we were used to them. It was the darkness, mostly, not being able to see what happened if something did hit the house. It was also the emptiness, knowing that most of the neighbours had already left, that there would be no one to call out for help. The morbid anticipation of what could happen was one of the worst parts of the war.

We packed in the dark, consoling our fears with the plan that we’d leave at sun-up, that we couldn’t stay anymore. We had no idea where we would go and we didn’t care. We just had to go.

One thing I vividly remember is that we didn’t lock the doors of the rooms. My dad said, “If we lock them, they’ll break the doors down to…

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In der Nähe von Perleberg findet sich eines der größten und noch sehr gut erhaltenen Hügelgräber aus der Bronzezeit in Deutschland, das kaum bekannte Königsgrab von Seddin. Wahrhaft beeindruckend ist auf jeden Fall seine Höhe von 10 m und ein Durchmesser von 68 m. In eisigen Vollmondnächten hört man dort in den Bäumen manchmal ein warnendes Wimmern, wenn der Wind der Geschichte die Baumkronen gnadenlos beugt, und eben dann taucht auch immer wieder ein nebulöser Geistreiter wie aus dem Nichts auf, der auch heute noch vollkommen rastlos durch die endlosen Wälder streift.

Seddin_GhostriderGeistreiter vor dem Grabeingang am Hinzberg  © (2016)

Eine regional wohlbekannte Sage über diesen Ort berichtet, dass es dort in der Prignitz einst einen König namens Hinz gab, der beliebt bei seinen Untertanen und gerecht zu jedermann war. Als er dann starb, beschloss sein Volk wenigstens die Erinnerung an diesen treuen Herrscher zu erhalten, und sie errichteten ihm ein wahrhaft königliches Grabmal. In drei verschiedenen ineinander gestellten Särgen, von denen der edelste und innerste in Gold getrieben wurde, bestattete man ihn. Danach wurde ein mächtiger Hügel um das Grab aufgeschüttet, damit niemand die Ruhe des Königs stören könne – so entstand der Hinzberg. Im vorigen Jahrhundert dann machte sich der Bauer, auf dessen Land sich das Grab befand, an das Aufgraben. Ruhelos grub und grub er, so dass er seine täglichen Pflichten darüber vergaß und verarmte. Das war die Strafe des Königs Hinz für seine Habgier.