It is rumored that a real excessive wedding party took place here once, and lots of wine seduced the wedding guests to dissolute abuses. So people started even to bowl with breads and sausages, and then a ghost – in shape of a very old man – appeared who requested the attendants to stop this sacrilege immediately. When nobody followed this clear advice the ghost transformed all guests of the wedding dancing into basaltic columns immediately.


A shepherd just being nearby with his animals was asked by the ghost not to turn or look back when leaving the place. But the shepherd thought to be very tricky when looking back through his legs, so he was transformed into an iron sculpture.  Now he is standing on one of these columns always dreaming of his last dance.


A great tornado knocks again at the unscrupulous door of our weird civilization after the great drought. This unstoppable ice-melting inflation points rigorously on the deep and fleshy abyss where the maniac xolotl-dogs are leading the whistling chorus of the first days. So when afterwards the final tsunami approaches billions of phantoms will scream once more the old imperialistic yelling of perpetual national growth because the vicious dogs had already ingraved their crucial signs of no-exit into the tarred and feathered walls. The quite unstable planet earth rumbles like a hard-cooked crushing egg while the tornados strictly bend the dark forests on the unknown islands of the glowing red iron ocean where everything had begun during the era of restless vacuum-fires.


But this sudden drift awaked very mighty immortal enemies of the past: the steel-viper, the packice-bull, the plastic-dragon and the dump-lion.  Their unthinkable weapons spare nobody, because these arms were once digged up from the huge dark energy fields and afterwards steeled by the latest gamma lightning. Some brave cosmonauts could already escape to the stellar constellation of the swan where they then had to sleep during endless nights in the crash-landed space craft wreck before simultaneously constructing the huge wheelworks of life reminding the following to always seek the magic circulating maelstrom where the cliffs of our cosmos gaze into the labyrinths of spacetime not far away in the next multiverse hidden in every moment.

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willkommen – wuikomma – servus – welcome – bienvenue – merhaba – powitanie – bienvenida – приветствовать – καλωσόρισμα – おかえり – 真心欢迎 – ترحيب

Im Arabischen lautet die traditionell gebräuchliche Höflichkeitsanrede salemaleikum, was im Deutschen Friede sei mit dir! bedeutet (so wie im Hebräischen shalom). Derartige freundlichen Umgangsformen stellen heute viele Menschen an allen möglichen Orten der Welt vor das Problem des interkulturellen Missverständnisses, denn das Fremde real willkommen zu heißen, wird natürlich idealerweise davon begleitet, dass der Fremde / die Fremden eine ähnliche offene Haltung zur Welt an den Tag legen, weil erst das Nichtverstehen(wollen) die Basis für totale Ablehnung und im schlimmsten Falle für auch blutige Agression legt. Die jetzt schon wieder gescholtene Willkommenskultur kann also nie eine Einbahnstrasse begangen von nur einer Seite sein, und der uralte Orient-Okzident-Diskurs erfährt jetzt durch die Welle der Migration nach Europa und Deutschland eine ganz neue Bedeutung und Ausrichtung. In dem Zusammenhang ist heute ein Buch erschienen, das ich hiermit gerne empfehlen möchte.


Marhaba, Flüchtling!
Im Dialog mit arabischen Flüchtlingen
Constantin Schreiber
ISBN: 978-3-455-50411-8

Das Buch von dem Grimme-Preisträger Constantin Schreiber ist praktischerweise auf Deutsch und Arabisch in einem Buch erschienen. Der Journalist, der mit seinem Marhaba-Projekt auf n-tv schon international viel Beachtung gefunden hat, setzt sein Wirken hier in Buchform fort, nachdem ca. 1 Million Flüchtling allein im Jahr 2015 nach Deutschland kamen. Das Buch klärt darüber auf, wie Deutschland so tickt und funktioniert, weil viele Flüchtlinge eine vollkommen falsche Vorstellung von dem Land haben, das sie auf beschwerlichen Wegen erreicht haben. Es zeigt auf, wie Flüchtlinge und der ganze Orient auf unsere kulturellen Wertvorstellungen reagieren, aber auch, wie sich ihre Vorstellungen über Deutschland von unserem eigenen Selbstbild unterscheiden. Das erinnert mich ein wenig an den wesentlich älteren Brückenschlag dieser Art Ein Imam in Paris, was jedoch im 19. Jahrhundert von dem ägyptischen Gelehrten Riff’a Rafi al-Tahtawi nach längerem Aufenthalt in Frankreich (1826-1831) verfasst wurde. Wir benötigen mehr Brückenbauten dieser Art, denn nur so läßt sich real Frieden auf der Welt schaffen.


And thus it happened in the land of the Saxonians in the big glacial valley long time ago that the native dinosaurs (dinosaurus saxonis) marched to the old city of Dresden in order to meet their unnoble companions. They fiercely trampled through the city and aggressively shouted “We are very hungry” although there was enough to eat for everybody. Those dinosaurs telling them that there was enough to eat were blamed as liars and traitors. And their well known slogan “Stop the migration of orientalist dinos for our homeland’s sake” was carved all over the country in trees and rocks although there lived only very few foreign dinosaurs (dinosaurus orientalis) all around Saxonia. So which disease had broken out in this naive valley? Was is just blindness or simply stupidity?

‘Dinosaurus saxonis’ watching the skyline of Dresden at 70 million B.C.

Wise dinosaurs examined this situation in all details and found out that the virus of xenophobia had affected a lot of the local dinosaurs. This diabolic virus induces to believe that all one’s unjustified prejudices are the only valid reality. The clueless being struck by the disease are then no longer capable to show any kind of hospitality or friendly and polite behaviour. With the inflationary spread of the virus these dinosaurs got more and more aggressive leading finally to the critical stage where acts of ruthless terror against foreign dinosaurs (dinosaurus orientalis) took place everywhere. The flames of this vicious fire jeopardized the well-being of all creatures, however all plants were resistent against it fortunately.

So the intelligent plants finally decided to produce their already existing anti-viral substance in high doses in their leaves. And because all local dinosaurs were eating them, the further outbreak of this diabolic suffering could finally be stopped with great plant-based efforts successfully after a couple of time. And in the legendary realm of the plants till today everybody knows this famous story from prehistoric eons. But beware, the virus has survived in diverse mutations till our postmodern digital times. So take care when you visit Dresden at a Monday evening near the Semper opera when the Pegida-Movement is distributing once again its mischievous populist poison.

(*)  During the time of the German Democratic Republic (1945-1990) the area around the city of Dresden was as well entitled satirically “Tal der Ahnungslosen”, because radio and television programs from the Western part of Germany were not available there.

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Again we have to observe that megalomaniac leaders bustle about at the horizon and assure the amorphous serpents creeping over the streets that it would still be a grand creation to survive on these rails of civilization. A blotted vision attacks the alien visitor in a fever of amok: a false expectation and endless questions. So why should one still continue the decoding of the round-about in the interspace of opulent stoppers while copulating with the mimicry in legendary madness effects and all this just in order to get a further permission here in the globalized desert?


Stupid collapsing quant, because you only smell excitement behind the balloon where the mutants dehumanize riotings, but the silo remains stable in the molecular wind where the weird insight’s silver awaits the later coming invader. Dilettantes, your stirring must be louder than such a smelly metadiscourse. Filth must vanish under the slogan: One blight on the nation for everybody! Because now, it really becomes embarassing in Europe.


No illusion is capable to fake this universe – neither a symbolical reversal of a digital graphic nor an allegorical exaggeration at the banks of the revolt. The eternal shadow of ourselves sticks to us like death and reminds us to accept intensely the temptations of this myth because the realm of shadow can not be organized. In no hiding place this treasury can be revealed after the magic language of left places signified to give up the cool silence and to trust the spectacular wild paths leading finally through the foggy gorge and osseous labyrinth of urbanized and postmodern misunderstandings.

© (2016)