Okay, let's make this a 3-post-day: Please, can we stop this nonsense?
If I wasn't such a non-smoker, Katrin and I would sit in some cafe now.
About five years ago, I saw her for the first time. 75ish, a skinny white-haired granny carrying huge bags and a cardboard saying "Szczecin" trying to hitch a ride. I remember The Clash's London Calling on MTV that moment... It's perfectly okay when kids do that. But once you're closer to 90 than to 40, you really should be able to afford a damn train ticket and not have to commute this way. -- It was summer and really hot, and she was still there when I looked out of the window an hour later. I was went downstairs to bring her a cup of water. Nobody is going to collapse with dehydration infront of my window. I saw her with that cardboard sign a few times that year.
A few weeks ago, returning from the store, I saw her again. Oh no. I'd kind of hoped she'd be home with her family now. I picked up learning Polish as I really can't handle this.
Polish guest workers are gardening the roses and the awesome backyard and cleaning the stairs here (a job I'd love to do if the pay would allow me to rent here). Also, Polish workers are sleeping rough in London parks because they are too ashamed to go back home and admit they couldn't cut it in England. These people have families at home. -- Mel's dad has been working in Switzerland for years -- he can't find a job in Dresden. Two of my cousin fight an idiotic war in Afghanistan because they can't find jobs here. German bureaucrats are forcing unemployed parents to leave their families and go work in Austria. And then everybody acts surprised because people deep-freeze their babies. Not that we have any decent day care in Germany.
Today, I saw her again, and greeted her. A severely poor substitute for hugging her and something else I'd like to do but can't put in words.
Now it's a quarter to eight, a few hundred concerned citizens are are terrorizing everybody with techno from a truck and hateful slogans and banners, protected by 24 huge police cars and hundreds of cops. Ten policemen tore down the only banner protesting that, held by four skinny punks. I saw one of the punk girls reading a paperback. Rimbaud.
A 50% finished mosque is overlooking the street. Nobody protests against KFC or Shell.
About five years ago, I saw her for the first time. 75ish, a skinny white-haired granny carrying huge bags and a cardboard saying "Szczecin" trying to hitch a ride. I remember The Clash's London Calling on MTV that moment... It's perfectly okay when kids do that. But once you're closer to 90 than to 40, you really should be able to afford a damn train ticket and not have to commute this way. -- It was summer and really hot, and she was still there when I looked out of the window an hour later. I was went downstairs to bring her a cup of water. Nobody is going to collapse with dehydration infront of my window. I saw her with that cardboard sign a few times that year.
A few weeks ago, returning from the store, I saw her again. Oh no. I'd kind of hoped she'd be home with her family now. I picked up learning Polish as I really can't handle this.
Polish guest workers are gardening the roses and the awesome backyard and cleaning the stairs here (a job I'd love to do if the pay would allow me to rent here). Also, Polish workers are sleeping rough in London parks because they are too ashamed to go back home and admit they couldn't cut it in England. These people have families at home. -- Mel's dad has been working in Switzerland for years -- he can't find a job in Dresden. Two of my cousin fight an idiotic war in Afghanistan because they can't find jobs here. German bureaucrats are forcing unemployed parents to leave their families and go work in Austria. And then everybody acts surprised because people deep-freeze their babies. Not that we have any decent day care in Germany.
Today, I saw her again, and greeted her. A severely poor substitute for hugging her and something else I'd like to do but can't put in words.
Now it's a quarter to eight, a few hundred concerned citizens are are terrorizing everybody with techno from a truck and hateful slogans and banners, protected by 24 huge police cars and hundreds of cops. Ten policemen tore down the only banner protesting that, held by four skinny punks. I saw one of the punk girls reading a paperback. Rimbaud.
A 50% finished mosque is overlooking the street. Nobody protests against KFC or Shell.