Post in English
Co ja paczę? No, co to jest? / Was ist das? / What is that???
Na? And? I co?
Paczki świąteczne, co? Xmas Packages maybe? Ich glaub, Pakete. Weihnachtsgeschenke?
Aha!
Sztuka! Kunst! Art!!!!! And the Artist. A to artysta. Der Künstler!
a po polsku niestety jakiś dziwny portal, gdzie obraz olejny nazywa się “obraz olejowy” 😦
womanadvice.pl
W samą wigilię Bożego Narodzenia (24 grudnia, czyli 6 stycznia według kalendarza juliańskiego), zwaną po rosyjsku soczelnikiem, obowiązuje prawosławnych najostrzejszy post w ciągu tych 6 tygodni. Powstrzymują się wówczas cały dzień od jedzenia. Wieczorem spożywa się kutię, zwaną biedną (postną). Kutia bogata ze specjalnymi dodatkami spożywana jest dopiero w noc noworoczną, czyli z 13 na 14 stycznia i w uroczystość Chrztu Pańskiego (19 stycznia).
Johanna Rubinroth & Tanja Krüger
Vom Siegesstern zum Weihnachtsstern / Od Gwiazdy Zwycięstwa do Gwiazdy Betlejemskiej
Ewa Maria Slaska
Scraps
I do not understand, what’s that. I do not know, why anybody sends me information like that. They are filtered by aksimet which is a system protecting blogs from spam by wordpress. Akismet tells me always how many of those spams I get from the beginning of my era by wordpress. Now, after almost five years here, they are about hundred thousands Akismet works very good, so usually if the system says it is a spam, it is a spam. Mostly porn, muscle building or some other deals or adverts, some in Russian or Chinese… But then, sometimes there come some sentences, which make sense… Messages. Not for me, but anyway… Scraps but they seem to belong together. I am curios what they try to say us. So one day exactly on 28th of August 2017 I decide I gather them to see the sense being hidden behind… Do not ask me why? Just so!
There are some errors but I let them be. Maybe they have sense. Some doubled vocals, let say… Is a bbed more a bed than a bed?
Leroy Sane looks like he has the beating of Bryan Oviedo every time he takes him on.
You underѕtand wһat Pastor Johansson informed us on Sunday is that God reallу likes worship. Daddy added.
Evеryone laughed making an attempt to think about what sort if party Мarry and Joseph gavve for Jesus when He wwas ѕix. Larry wondered. I guess hhe appreciated the same type of toys we like.
WE WILL? Theyy each ѕhouted and they ran tto thе bedd room bickering about who will get to go first.
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Its ffun beong with God. Hes the funnest Godd anybody might have! Larry sang very badly so Lee had put his hands over hіis ears.
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Tһat made sense to Lee аnd Larry so Lee hugged Mоmmy and Lartry huggged daddy tto
just make God happy.
ᒪIKE WHAT DADDY, TELL US, TELL US. Both boys jumped up and down wanting to know find out how tߋ make God happy.
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This is such a еnjoyable game and we had a pеrfect birthday Daddy?
Larry added. Can wwe play? What’s the best thing about God? tomorrow too? he begged hіs Ꮇommy.
The writing person uses tu use the name linux. Not every time, but still… Anyway it was funny as it was the birthday story, now it is slowly changing in an usual wordswordswords of all the sects in the world, pity!
Propeгly like Mommy mentioned, after we love each otһer and love the world that Jesus died for, that’s a kind of worship.
Once we take into consideration God and listen to thee sermon or in Sunday Schoߋl, thаt’s a approach of worshipping because we are learning how gгeat God is and He likes that. Or once we sit around and tell one another what the best things about God are.
It is 16th of October. After about six weeks the story started again:
You understand hoᴡ much you like hearing folks say how sensible or cute you boys are?
Effectively God likes after we talk together about how nice he is. Daddcy answered.
You undеrstand what Pastor Johansson instructed us on Sunday is that Good actually likes worship. Daddy added.
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This made Мommy snigger really hard.
Daddy wins!? The twins declared.
І bet he is PERFECT at it!? Laughed Larry.
Everуbody laughed attempting to think about what kind of celebration Mary and Joseph gave for Jeѕus when He was ѕix. Larry wondered? I bett he favored the ѕame sort of toys we likе.
After some days this sentence comes again: I bett he is PERFЕCT at it!? lаughed Larry. But the error is different! It means somebody is putting it per hand, always new.
I have the feeling till now it was a story about one boy, Larry, becoming actually six. In December, like Jesus. Since now, they are two boys, Larry and Lane. In a curse of story they will become twins.
Prоperly boys? Mommy finally stated after that theyy had ⅽome up with a lot of foolish ideas of what God did for enjoyable? What God actually likes is when people love one another and carе for each othеr ⅼike we do in our family? That made sense
to Lee and Larry so Leee hugged Mommy and Larry hugged daddy to just make God happy.
Well lime Mommy mentioned, once we love each other and love the worl that Jesis died for, that?s a kind of woгship. After wee think about God and listfen tto the ѕermon or in Sunday Faculty, that?s ɑ means of worshiρping asѕ a result of we are learning how nice God is aand He likes that. Or once wе sitt around and tell each other what the best issues about God are. You know hоw much you want hearing folks say howw sensible or cute you boys are? Properly God likes once we discus together about how great һe is.?
Daddy answered.
Yes, after some days it comes the second time.
Well lime Mommy mentiⲟneԀ, once we love each other and love the world that Jesis died for, that?s a kind of woгship. After wee think about God and listfen tto the ѕermon or in Sunday Faculty, that?s ɑ means of worshiρping asѕ a result of we are learning how nice God is aand He likes that. Or once wе sitt around and tell each other what the best issues about God are. You know hоw much yoᥙ want hearing folks say howw sensible or cute you boys are? Properly God likes once we discus together about hoѡ great һe is.?
Daddy answered.
And then the third time. Even the errors are the same. Seemingly the story does not go further. But a few days later, it is going…
ᏔE WILL.? They both shouted they usually ran to the bedroom bickering aЬout whoo gets to ggo fiгst. (it came the second day some days later with other errors: WE WILL.? They ｅach shouted they usually ran to the bedroom bickering about who will get to go first. It means, they do not copy&paste it, they write it again and agin.)
Lee and Larry loved their siｚth birthday party.
Regardless hаt they were twins, Mоmmy and Ɗaddxy at all times made posіtive they each had a particular time. And with tһeir birthdays coming inn December, Mommy and Daddy
also always ade ppositive their birthdays һad been special though Christmas
was right around the corner. The party was so enjoүаble with a clown and cake and songs
and fantastic рresents fｒom their pals ɑnd grandparents and uncle and ɑunts.
It glided bby soo fast however earlier than they knew it, everybody had ɡone hoᥙse
and it wass time too clean up and prepare for bed.
Yes! Now! I have a proof, they are writing it new again and again. You see? There is in a text upon “Regardless” and “friends” against “Despite” and “friends” beneath.
Lee and Laｒrʏ beloved their sixtһ birthday partʏ.
Despite thhe faсt that they had been twins, Mommү and Daddy always made sure theyy
every had ɑ particular time. And with tһеir birthdays coming
iіn December, Mommү and Daddy additionally always
made certain their birthdays һad Ƅeen special regardlеrss that Christmas
was riցht around thｅ cοrner. The occasion was so enjoyable witһ
a cclown and cake and songs and fantastic presents fr᧐m their frikends and grаndparentѕ and unclе and aunts.
It went by so ԛuick but before they knew it, everyƄoԀy һad gone home and
it was time to ᴡash up and get ready for bed.
Daddy wins!? The twins declared.
І bet he is PERFECT at it!? Laughed Larry.
More or less it is a story about Mom, Dad and two boys. Primarily I thought one of them is getting 6 and has birthday. But they are twins. There was a birthday party with a lot of plays and gifts. A very happy family. And all the time this happy family speaks about God, trying to make him also your friend. Actually a nice story, the question is only: who is making it coming to us on such a complicated way? And what for? It means, what is a profit he makes with sending his messages to us? Doe’s he hope I start to belive God after reading it? Almost for sure – not! He can not be such an idiot. It means he is paid for what he is doing. A sort of troll? Yeah! But that is again: why this story? I do not ask those questions by adverts of any sort, but God as a friend and not trying to press me to buy anything, is no businnes at all. So it is for faith.
You see what I mean? My questions are spinnig like a merry go round. But in a way it is a Nativity, a history of God being born six years erlier and now making his birthday party?
Lee and Laｒrʏ beloved their sixtһ birthday partʏ.
Despite thhe faсt that they had been twins, Mommү and Daddy always made sure theyy
every had ɑ particular time. And with tһеir birthdays coming
iіn December, Mommү and Daddy additionally always
made certain their birthdays һad Ƅeen special regardlеrss that Christmas
was riցht around thｅ cοrner. The occasion was so enjoyable witһ
a cclown and cake and songs and fantastic presents fr᧐m their frikends and grаndparentѕ and unclе and aunts.
It went by so ԛuick but before they knew it, everyƄoԀy һad gone home and
it was time to ᴡash up and get ready for bed.
So, many happy returns, boys. And Jesus! For you and for all of us!
Ewa Maria Slaska
#blackwhitechallenge
Last week I took part by a social play on the Facebook. Nothing special or extraordinary. Social play. Sometimes you have to list your favorite books or films, bake your own bread or pour cold water on your head. This time I had to publish on Facebook seven black and white pics from my life. No people, no pets, no explanation. Just pics. It makes sense, belive me.
You do not make it by your own will, you have to be challenged. And in a turn everyday you challenge somebody.
I show you here my seven pictures. They say a lot about me. I know it. I choose them carefully. But you? Do you see me in those pics? Make subtitle to those photos. Sentences or words. One or more. I will use them here.
It is a challenge! And there will be a prize for doing it 🙂
Subtitles from Andrzej Rejman
steadily uphill
nevertheless optimistic
rays of light and art
melting in space
emerge from the darkness
durability and stability
hidden me
Prezentujemy tu wystawę Anny Krenz zorganizowaną w ramach projektu PBW w dniu 20 października 2017 roku w galerii Suedblock na Kreuzbergu, ponieważ wystawa trwała tylko jeden wieczór i już następnego dnia została zdjęta
Elżbieta Kargol
Polenbegeisterungswelle / Fala zachwytu Polską
Wystawa Anny Krenz
Doszukiwałam się nie wiadomo czego, święta Barbara patronka również architektów, przecież artystka Ania (może na drugie Barbara?) jest z wykształcenia architektką. Potem Ewa uświadomiła mi, że to droga krzyżowa, więc znowu szukałam asocjacji z kolejnymi stacjami Męki Pańskiej. Ukrzyżowanie znalazłyśmy. Zmartwychwstanie też, które już do biblijnej drogi krzyżowej nie należy.
Artystka, jak na prawdziwą Barbarę przystało z koroną na głowie, rozwiała wszelkie nasze wątpliwości.
Najzabawniejsze jest to, że wcale o świętą Barbarę nie chodzi. Sztukę można przeinterpretować. “Santa Barbara” to amerykański serial telewizyjny wątpliwej jakości, który artystka pilnie śledziła i to był jej chyba trzeci upadek pod krzyżem.
Dla mnie ostatnią stacją drogi krzyżowej jest rysunek Antosia: wieża z trzema oknami, czwarte to wyjście, którym Barbara próbuje wydostać się na wolność, dwie małe wieże są dla łotrów, pierwszy już złapany, drugi chyba nawrócony, bo wyciąga z pudła mały krzyżyk.
Jednym z atrybutów Barbary były strusie pióra, symbol męstwa a więc struś podtrzymuje platformę, na którą Barbara mogłaby wskoczyć, gdyby chciała.
Ale czy zechce?
Świetna wystawa, świetne miejsce!!!
Anna Krenz
Santa Barbara
„Santa Barbara“* is a personal story, a kind of a diary of a little girl, who wanted to be a saint and a martyr. It is a story of a childish fascination of katholic narration, symbols and aesthetics. Holy images, incenses, ribbons and white dresses; relics, stigmata and blood.
The artwork, however, shows also dark sides of this fascination, which slowly reveal themselves shedding layers – showing hypocrisy, false and superficiality of what should have been spiritual and from definition good. The girl grows up, slowly opens here eyes and sees through, as one by one curtains fall off and reveal the reality of adult world.
Awakening – seeing for herself and leaving the Church is mixed with fascination of the Western pop culture which appeared in Poland right before and after the fall of communism. Its accidental and maybe banal manifestations influence the girl’s choices. The girl has to decide: should she go to the Church for the Sunday mass or stay home and watch an American soap opera?
The girl grown up today she has to deal with consequences of her choices, she counts with the past.
What influence has religious ethics and aesthetics on the girl? What fascinates her? What scares her? What is the role of coincidence in decision making? What will she choose?
The artwork is a series of different situations shown in comic style. There are 14 scenes / stations – resembling katholic Way of the Cross. However, the comics is 3-dimensional and up-scaled and consists of various layers. Its form symbolises layers of superficial spirituality and religiousness, behind which there is a deeper meaning and different (real?) world.
*„Santa Barbara“ is an American soap opera which was aired on Polish TV in the end of the 80s. The series was aired Sundays at 11 AM.
„Santa Barbara“* to osobista opowieść, niejako z pamiętnika małej dziewczynki, która chciała być świętą i męczennicą. Opowieść o dziecięcej fascynacji religijną narracją, symbolami i estetyką. Święte obrazki, kadzidło, kokardy i biała sukienka; relikwie, stygmaty i krew.
Jednak praca pokazuje i ciemne strony tej fascynacji, które powoli jak wartstwy pozłotki opadają, ukazując hipokryzję, fałsz i powierzchowność tego, co powinno być duchowe i z definicji dobre. Dziewczynka dorasta, powoli otwiera oczy, opadają kolejne zasłony ukazują realizm dorosłego świata.
Przebudzenie i odejście z kościoła przeplata się też z fascynacją „zachodnią“ kulturą popularną pojawiającą się przed i po upadku komunizmu w Polsce, której przypadkowe i może banalne działanie wpływa na podjęcie decyzji. Dziewczynka bowiem staje przed wyborem: czy w niedzielę iść do kościoła czy oglądać amerykańską operę mydlaną?
Dziewczynka już dorosła i dziś mierzy się z konsekwencjami podjętych decyzji i rozlicza się z przeszłością.
Jaki wpływ ma estetyka i etyka religijna na dziewczynkę? Co ją fascynuje? Co ją przeraża? Jaka jest rola przypadku w podejmowaniu decyzji? Co wybierze?
Praca składa się z sekwencji komiksowo opowiedzianych scen – jest ich 14, tyle ile stacji w drodze krzyżowej. Jednak komiks jest przestrzenny, trójwymiarowy i przeskalowany, złożony z warstw, jego forma symbolizuje warstwy powierzchownej duchowości i religijności, za którymi kryje się zupełnie inny (prawdziwy?) świat.
*„Santa Barbara“ to tytuł amerykańskiej opery mydlanej, pokazywanej w polskiej telewizji pod koniec lat 80 w Polsce. Serial emitowany był w niedziele o godzinie 11.00.
Foto Martyna Bec, Wojciech Drozdek, Ela Kargol, Anna Krenz
But also: thank you, God! – they were only 150 tousands and not 7 millions, what was previously announced!
Poles have last saturday been gathering along their borders holding rosaries in order to ‘surround the country with prayer’ and appeal to God ‘to save Poland and the world’. (Initially the stated aim was to protect from ‘Islamisation’, although that aspect has since been downplayed. More detail here: goo.gl/QWFyXu.)
Sukces akcji „Różaniec do granic”. Cała Polska modliła się o pokój.
W ramach inicjatywy „Różaniec do granic”, w sobotę 7 października w 320 kościołach na terenie 22 diecezji na obrzeżach kraju ludzie modlili się o pokój dla Polski i całego świata. W wydarzeniu wzięły setki osób. Do akcji dołączyli również politycy. Polska granica liczy 3,5 tys. kilometrów, więc liczyliśmy, że potrzeba milion – półtora miliona ludzi żeby rzeczywiście otoczyć ten kraj dosłownie modlitwą – tłumaczył Maciej Bodasiński z Fundacji Solo Dios Basta (Bóg i nic więcej), która organizowała wydarzenie.
Ja na miejscu. W Kodniu. Mnóstwo ludzi a jest bardzo wcześnie
Siekierki nad Odrą
Found on Koalicja Białych Róż
On Facebook by Anna Alboth
And we… virtually and really on the other side of the border
We do not protest against God. We do not protest again prayer and also a rosary prayer. But we do protest against pushing our country back in to the darkness age of not knowing, not thinking and not loving, where the rules of democracy are replaced by prayer and obedience and politic becomes a faith.
And we protest against Poland’s heartless politic against refugees!!!! Yes, I know… Oficially nobody says anymore, rosary on the boarder was protest against Islam, Muslims or refugees. But it was the primary intention and it exists unoficially all the time.
And we protest!
Foto – Anna Alboth
Anna Alboth on facebook:
Today I feel like praying. Praying to some god to protect Poland from protecting Poland. Yes. Because otherways they will protect us and then… OMG!
Kommentar von Mehmet Daimagüler:
“Ok, liebe Polen, Euer Land wurde dreimal geteilt, von drei Mächten: dem orthodoxen Russland, dem protestantischen Preußen und den katholischen Habsburgern. Alles Christen. Nach dem polnischen Novemberaufstand von 1830/1831 gegen die Herrschaft der Zaren nahm hingegen das Osmanische Reich zahlreiche polnische Emigranten auf. Noch heute leben Nachfahren dieser Flüchtlinge in dem Ort Polonezköy (“Polendorf”) bei Istanbul. Im Zweiten Weltkrieg versuchten Nazi-Deutschland und Stalin Polen auszulöschen. Nach dem Krieg blieb das Land 40 Jahre unter der Knute der UdSSR. Und heute fürchtet Ihr Euch davor, dass Muslime Polen zerstören könnten?”
Die Welt:
An Polens Grenzen haben sich am Samstag mindestens 150.000 Katholiken für ein Rosenkranzgebet getroffen. Nach Angaben der Warschauer Stiftung Solo Dios Basta (zu Deutsch: Gott allein genügt) waren 4000 Orte in die Aktion „Rosenkranz an der Grenze“ involviert. Gebetet wurde nach Angaben der Stiftung für die „Rettung Polens und der Welt“.
Von Gegnern wurde die Aktion als islamophob verurteilt. Sie sahen das Massengebet wegen verschiedener Äußerungen von Teilnehmern und Geistlichen als explizit gegen Muslime gerichtet.
Zu dieser Einschätzung hatte unter anderem Krakaus Erzbischof Marek Jedraszewski beigetragen, der sagte, die westlichen Nationen müssten zu ihren christlichen Wurzeln zurückkehren, „damit Europa Europa bleibt“. Eine Teilnehmerin der Aktion sagte zur Nachrichtenagentur AP: „Der Islam will Europa zerstören und uns vom Christentum abkehren.“
ksiądz Wojciech Lemański auf dem twitter
Znamy z niedalekiej przecież historii wiece masowego poparcia dla ludzi, których dziś chcielibyśmy zapomnieć. Wypełnione place, tłumy wzdłuż ulic. Po dzisiejszym dniu do tamtych obrazów historia dołączy zdjęcia setek tysięcy Polaków modlących się na plażach, lotniskach, ulicach, wzdłuż granic. Co ich wyprowadziło z ich kościołów, kapliczek przydrożnych, z ich katedr i bazylik? Czyżby jakaś zaraza, nawałnica, horda zbrojna zagrażała ich domom, warsztatom pracy, szkołom czy przedszkolom? Zapytajcie tych ludzi, po co poszli na te granice. Poszli przyzywać Imienia bożego, wzywać orędownictwa Matki Jezusa przeciw… uchodźcom, szukającym pomocy, schronienia, dachu nad głową. Gdy papież Franciszek poprosił o przygotowanie w ich parafiach domu dla jednej choćby rodziny uchodźców – udawali że nie słyszą. Gdy ostatnio prosił, by modlili się za tych biednych ludzi, to w katolickiej Polsce można było te rozmodlone kościoły policzyć na palcach. A dziś, jak Polska długa i szeroka idą z różańcem w ręku pokazać światu – ile jest warta wiara Polaków. Ale przyjdzie dzień. I powiedzą w ów dzień – Panie, Panie, czyż nie modliliśmy się na różańcu z naszymi księżmi, z naszymi biskupami na granicach? A Pan im odpowie – Idźcie przecz, bo byłem przybyszem, a nie przyjęliście Mnie. I będzie płacz i zgrzytanie zębów.
Ewa Maria Slaska
Poetry on flea market Boxhagener Platz
We have about half a hundred flea markets in Berlin and every week it is some more of them. After a party in one of more or less thousand clubs and nearby to breakfast (till 5 pm!) and making photos together in photo booth, maybe even better than going to the beach cafe in a big noisy city, is shopping tour in a flea market a new must have been done while visiting German Metropole. For us people living here it is a reason for not doing it at all. It is so touristic… But sometimes while not having better idea for spending some hours alone but among many we go there anyway…
I am coming to the flea market Boxhagener Platz. It is a big square surrounded by maybe hundred of booths. In the middle of it there are two playgrounds for children and a big lawn for laying or picnicking.
Flea market is not only looking, buying, selling. It is a lot of life around. Street food of course, coffee in paper cups, meeting friends, finding things lost or left, street art of any kind.
I see him seating on the street with his small yellow typewriter already by coming to the square.
He offers to write a poem for you after giving him some key words. My words are Anton, grandson, cat, Berlin, love, summer. And it is what comes:
Berlin is a purring cat
free to roam,
but whenever she comes by
watching me with ever-changing faces,
I caress it behind the
ears with curious questions
Berlin is a purring cat
capricious, but always there
when you need a nudge
Always new, Berlin
follows me through the years
its fur as colorful as
decades ago;
Berlin is a purring cat,
and my grandson will learn
to take care of her too
Vinski Valos
– the sidewalk scribe
Berlin July 16. – 17
He is from Finland, 24 years, living in Friedrichshain als let say it like that: poetry worker. His fanpage on Facebook is full of surprises from the very begin: bespoke poetry and wordy workshops. OK, OK, bespoke poetry, typewriter poet, sidewalk scribe (all him). He organises workshops and teach you to learn one unknown or forgotten English word per day called Vinski’s WotD. The WotD 13 is WHIRLIGIG. And when you are sure, he just invented it, he informs you:
whirligig, noun
He also has his own Homepage, with blog, prose and poems.
The first example of his writing, without looking for anything special:
“Kalervo’s fingers traced unswervingly the contours of the body, stroking the skin, not straying before the wounds.”
Scroll down or die
You see, what I mean.
***
I buy some yummy cookies by children flea market. It is a very nice summer Berlin custom, the children selling their old toys and books at the beginning of vacation. The things are chip and you know, even if they are already growed off, they had times of being loved. You simply see it. The cookies were backed by a Mom.
***
Strolling soon I find another piece of poetry, in a both of old photos. The woman on the pic looks pleased, she smiles a bit and her gaze comes directly to us. But somebody gave her picture a poem cutted off from a daily. Maybe she herself, who knows…
Alone
I go alone
through the streets
in the sea of houses
without hearts
Alone and lost
I hunt down
memories.
I seemed happy
I seemed pleased
on a play of my time.
A circle which closed
itself,
only vacuum ist bigger.
A tear which is here
still
runs into infinity.
I feel like being a tree
around which everything
breaks.
It is like a nightmare
which promises itself
something good.
So I am living
just living further
like a beaten child.
I ask who am I?
With no future
and with no sense,
I keep to my dreams
and look for something
what I never find
never find…
***
Of course at home I try to find an author of that poem in internet, but no, no way… I find the verses, o yeah, once or twice, somebody knew them and used them to express their own feelings, but no, he or she didn’t notice who had wrote them…
I know, there is the name just beneath a poem, directly under the frame. Making photos I did not see it, but now I know, it is there. Tomorrow is sunday again, I go to the flea market to see, if I still find the photo…
Have a nice weekend if you are from happy new world of UE :-), have a lot of power if you are in Poland or Turkey, we send it to you…
Wczoraj przygotowałam ten wpis, i wczoraj Liu Xiaobo umarł
I prepared that post yesterday. Yesterday Liu Xiaobo died.
Ich habe diesen Beitrag gestern vorbereitet. Gestern ist Liu Xiaobo gestorben.
R.I.P.
Aufruf an die Chinesische Regierung bezüglich Liu Xiaobo und seiner Frau Liu Xia
Appeal to the Chinese government concerning Liu Xiaobo and his wife Liu Xia
Nobel Peace Prize Laureat Liu Xiaobo has been diagnosed with liver cancer. His wife, Liu Xia, who has been under house arrest for several years, is also gravely ill. They have the wish to travel to Germany so they can receive medical care. Their wish to leave China is so strong that Liu Xiaobo has stated that – if he is to die – he does not want to do so on Chinese soil. Liu Xia also no longer wishes to live there. Time is running. We urge the Chinese government to grant Liu Xiaobo and Liu Xia the freedom to leave the country!
Der Friedensnobelpreisträger Liu Xiaobo ist an Leberkrebs erkrankt. Er und seine Frau Liu Xia haben hat den Wunsch geäussert, nach Deutschland auszureisen, um medizinische Hilfe für beide zu bekommen – denn auch Liu Xia, die seit Jahren unter Hausarrest steht, ist schwer erkrankt. Der Wunsch der beiden geht soweit, dass Liu Xiaobo sagt, er möchte – selbst wenn er sterben muss – nicht in China sterben. Und Liu Xia sagt, dass sie nicht länger in China leben möchte. Die Zeit ist knapp. Wir appellieren dringend an die chinesische Regierung: geben sie diesen beiden Menschen die Freiheit, das Land zu verlassen!
The poem “You Wait for Me with Dust” by Liu Xiaobo in Chines, English, German and Polish. Other languages (Afrikaans, Arabic, Bosnian, Dutch, Finnish, French, Hebrew, Kurdish, Komi, Portuguese, Romanian, Russian, Slovenian, Spanish, Swedish, Welsh) you find here.
| 和灰尘一起等我–给终日等待的妻
你一无所有，只能
书架上的字迹被灰尘掩埋
你终日端坐
灰尘浸满了
你知道，坟墓
和灰尘一起等我 晓波1999.4.9 |
You Wait for Me with Dust
nothing remains in your name, nothing over the bookshelf, the handwritten label is covered in dust you sit there all day long your vision, breath and time you know that the tomb refusing the sunlight and movement of air
translated by Zheng Danyi, Shirley Lee and Martin Alexander |
| Warte auf mich mit dem Staub
Es bleibt dir nichts übrig, Auf den Bücherregalen verschwinden die Zeichen im Staub, Du sitzt den ganzen Tag da und willst nicht umhergehen, Der Staub erfüllt dir den Blick, Du weißt, das Grab ist deine beste Zuflucht. Warte auf mich mit dem Staub ÜbersetzungxMartinxWinter |
Czekaj mnie w kurzu
cała jesteś tylko czekaniem na mnie na półkach z książkami cały dzień siedzisz X twoje spojrzenie, oddech i czas pozwalają X X czekasz przykryta kurzem 9.04.1999 przełożyła Anna Nasiłowska |
We had already here some posts about marching for Aleppo, as I also took (though very shortly) a part in it, in Berlin, in Chech and in Greece. Now it become an Odyssee of wandering from island to island. I think they are now real Baratarians…
Janusz Ratecki
Civil March for Aleppo’s shape has certainly changed. Prolonged waiting period for the permission for going through Turkey made us first to go to Bulgaria and now to visit Greek Islands. CMFA chose the symbolic – Lesbos and smaller, troubled Chios and Samos. We are not marching any more, but instead we meet with NGOs, refugees and local people. So we basically returned to the „roots”, which was showing the solidarity with refugees on our way. I have mixed feelings about what we do now, and how we do it, but in the reality, its effect of our previous decisions and actions (or lack of it). Sometimes we collect information as journalists, but we are not them. We help as volunteers, but we are also not volunteers! We are marchers, that dont march, because local conditions are full of risks. And I think that we shouldnt put anyone at risk, in the first place.
So what do we do now? Who we are? We are lost like Ulisses, experiencing night, sleeping with open eyes, under the Greek sky. We are the last on the ground, hoping that cmfa is still worth of time and effort. Or maybe we are just blind? Anyway we will continue to sail toward Syria.
#civilmarchforaleppo#cmfa#greece#chios#lesbos#refugees#peace#lost#night#stars#habibti
Tomorrow I fly to Thessaloniki to join the March for Aleppo for some talking (and not walking) days. I do not know what we shall talk about but I will suppose it will be that…
Since 26th december I have been marching for peace with #CivilMarchForAleppo. We started in Berlin, and daily, with only small stops in big cities, we crossed many borders, met thousends of people. The march is 4+ months old and certainly it has reached its maturity. After 4 months of non disrupted travel I decided to return to Poland, to work, to take a deep breath, to see the situation from the oustide. I will return on 26/27 May to Greece to continue my journey.
At home, the questions about the identity of the march appeared with a double intensity. Why do I march? What is our purpose? Do I (we) march for Aleppo or to Aleppo? Or both? What can we change with our marching and which of our plans can we realise?
Civil March For Aleppo 03.03.2017 Photo Janusz Ratecki
People used to ask me the same questions all the time. Why do you want to enter the war zone? Is it possible? And what if someone is hurt or injured? Do you think you can change someting? There are hundreds of those questions, and even though we discucssed it on the march, on daily basis, we havent reached yet a common decision. Nor we achieved peace in our small group.
If you feel that I am complaining, well I am not. I am hoping. I hope this march will change again, as it changed many times before. I wish this march will get a proper leader who will take the responsibility of taking the crucial decisions. I hope this march will, once more, gain the spirit, the energy and the global audience it deserves.
Foto Marek Kowalczyk
I hope we will share the peace message instead of run. Running, to be as fast as possible, to a yet unknown destination is kind of desperate. I hope no one will suffer in the march group because other people force their ideas. I hope we will reach peace to share it among others. I hope we will not leave anyone behind.
Last but not least, I wish we will find a good ending to our project.
Hope dies last.
Author is a freelance photographer interested in human rights. At the moment taking part in #civilmarchforaleppo
