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This text has been published on Valley Haggards Life in 10 minutes, but I wanted to also publish it on my own blog, so here it is again.

I feel like I can not shower enough to get rid of this negative stuff, clinging to my skin, inside and out. Something seems to be lost. There is, for a year now, a dirt creeping up, an emotional dirt, which so far I only knew from history books or stories about far away places. I knew, they existed, but somehow I was naive, I never thought, they would come so close to me during my lifetime, that they would directly enter my heart, my soul, my entire being on a level, that forces me, to confront this shit every day, every minute.
It started with the so-called „refugee-crisis“, which actually were syrian people, bombed by their own government and russians, attacked by the IS, trying to somehow make it to a safe place, which they only could on illegal routes, because nobody really wanted to take them in. Not so many, at least. So, all those boats and caravans of people marching towards Europe were seen as a threat for our european values, which all of a sudden did not include: helping the haunted anymore. It rather included a detailed us versus them -position, closing borders, letting people drown in the meditarrean in order to protect our homeland security. More and more often you heard racist things uttered by people, you so far thought were regular guys. You also heard anti-democratic stuff uttered more and more by regular people. self righteousness became very strong, also the urge, to express your opinions violently (note to myself: fear is not an opinion, also hate or rage). Helplessness is also not an opinion.
People won elections with statements, I for decades, for my entire life have not even thought, I mean, I thought, we had all learned, that we would never do that again, because, we had Auschwitz.
Now I realize, I was stupid, or naive. You learn from history, that people dont learn from history. I think, thats from Hegel.
I read so much about the 3. Reich, I could write a book about it. I knew so much about the regime in Iran, I could lecture about it. But those were far away. Now, this kind of thinking is closing in on us, me, my friends, my family. It seems plausible, to teach my children the craft of resistance, to maybe decide on learning a neutral language like portuguese or islandic, so that the start in a new country will not be soooo difficult, in case we have to leave. I always had envisioned myself, came the worst case of all worst cases, going to New Mexico. Impossible now, with Trump and all that.
All of a sudden, this negativity, this attitude against an open heart, for restrictions, for hate, against love (I read somewhere the thread of a republican from Texas who called democrats „liberal retards“, so liberal is something, to be insulted for. In my entire life, it had been an ideal. Now, it was something, you started protecting and maybe even hiding from the wrong people, because you wanted it safe, inside of yourself, so it could still nourish your soul. You didnt want it damaged and /or destroyed by people, who spit on it.
I feel, I can not shower enough, to get  rid of that dirt, that I feel clinging to me since last year, when I still thought, people would wake up fast. We all have had access to the same information about what damage racism, sexism, bigotry, lies, violence et cetera do to a society – so how come, that all of a sudden so many people come to the conclusion, they still like it better??? I dont get it? I dont get, how women can vote for a government, that will definitely take many of their rights away again, like, you know, women have been oppressed always. We were finally free, at least here, on this tiny island, and now you fucking idiots fall on your knees in front of a pussy graber so he can take your rights away from you and stick his tongue in your mouth? I mean, no, sorry, this was supposed to become a positive text. But truly:
Given the choice between the western world, how it has been in all its glorious imperfection over the past decades, and say, Turkey today, or Russia, or lets be daring: why not all live in a country like North Korea? I mean, you can altogether stop thinking yourself in a country like this. You are freed from the necessity to take over any responsibility for your life, because, the minute, you do, somebody will cut of your head or put you into a dark hole for the rest of your life. Perfect country, if you are so willing to play the victim of your circumstances!

I never wanted to unterstand, I mean, on a deep body level, how Hitler could come into power here. But since last year, I understand more and more, how this happened, unfortunately that this might be about to happen again, and not just in Germany, but in the whole of the western world, and that some deep instinct of me already checks the maps for places, that might remain somewhat safe (Portugal, Iceland?) at least for my daughters.
I never wanted that. I wanted a life, in which not much happens. Peace of mind, maybe. Even.
I will try to open my mind as much as possible, just to be able to bear witness and take my actions from this quiet place within, to which I know, I always have access, even in times of turmoil. 

And then there is this cool statement by Tess Rafferty on the election! Yes!!

(c) Susanne Becker


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Esther Kinsky, Hain Geländeroman

"... eine Ballung der Vorläufigkeiten, wie sie sich oft, als gebe es ein physikalisches Gesetz dafür, beschützend um Kerne bilden, deren Schutzbedürftigkeit niemandem aufgefallen ist."

Esther Kinskys Geländeroman "Hain", für welchen sie vor kurzem mit dem Preis der Leipziger Buchmesse ausgezeichnet wurde, führt uns durch Gelände, hauptsächlich in Italien, sowie im menschlichen Inneren, durch welche die Ich-Erzählerin schutzlos in ihrer Trauer, mühsam sich bewegt. Gelände sind es, die möchte man nicht so sehnsüchtig betreten, wie es bei dem Wort Italien ganz kurz scheinen könnte. Allerdings wird das Gelände, durch das uns Esther Kinsky führt, für kaum jemanden vermeidbar sein.
Das innere Land der Trauer um den Lebensgefährten, der nicht lange vor der ersten im Buch beschriebenen Italienreise verstorben ist. Aber auch die Trauer um den Vater, der schon länger tot ist, und mit dem die Familie jahrelang jeden Urlaub in Italien verbracht hat, wo er sie durch Sehenswürdi…

Leseliste Mai

Meine Leseliste mit alten und nicht ganz so alten Texten von meinem Blog wird sich in diesem Monat vor allem um das Thema Liebe in seinen verschiedenen Formen, zumal um jene, die mir bekannt sind, drehen.

1. Mai Die Rezension von Die Liebe unter Aliens von Terézia Mora, eine Rezension, die ich zufällig noch einmal gelesen habe heute und sie erinnerte mich daran, wie wunderbar ich diese Autorin finde.
2. Mai Elif Shafak Ehre, ein wunderbares Buch
3. Mai Robert Seethaler zeigt in seinem Buch Ein ganzes Leben, mit wie viel Liebe ein Autor seinen Protagonisten zeichnen kann.
4. Mai Lissabon, eine Stadt, die ich liebe.
5. Mai Miljenko Jergovic kämpft in seinem Buch Vater um die Liebe zu diesem, und zu sich selbst.
6. Mai ein englisches Gedicht may
7. Mai ein weiteres Gedicht, und eine Art Mantra für mich open your heart 
8. Mai Gelöbnis, ein Gedicht, das ich vor langer Zeit geschrieben habe, das mir aber immer noch sehr viel sagt. Ich könnte es ziemlich genau so heute auch noch schreiben

Christoph Simon, Spaziergänger Zbinden

"Meine Damen und Herren, haben Sie sich schon einmal vor der eigenen Dumpfheit gefürchtet? Entweder Sie sind nicht dumpf, oder Ihre Dumpfheit schützt Sie vor der Furcht vor der Dumpfheit."

Durch die Indiebookchallenge, die in diesem Jahr zum ersten Mal im Anschluss an den Indiebookday begann und in deren Verlauf ein Jahr lang pro Woche Bücher aus unabhängigen Verlagen gesucht, gelesen, in den sozialen Netzwerken vorgestellt werden sollen, welche einem wöchentlich wechselnden Motto entsprechen. Es gab schon #blauesBuch, #Hotelbuch und viele andere. Und dann gab es #Liebesroman.

Manchmal zeige ich auf Instagram ein oder mehrere Bücher, die zu dem Motto passen. Öfter durchforste ich meine Instagramseite nach interessanten Büchern, die andere posten. Dabei kam ich zum Spaziergänger Zbinden. Und ich muss das noch einmal wirklich ganz laut sagen, wie toll ich diese Indiebookchallenge finde, weil sie mir im Grunde jede Woche spannende Bücher zeigt und auch so viele Verlage, kleine, …