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Aus aktuellem Anlass: Schieb den Wal zurück ins Meer

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Inspiration: https://feddit.org/post/26854076

Ein Pärchen Stöcker hat es sich eng aneinander gekuschelt auf einem Baumstamm gemütlich gemacht. So wärmen sich die Beiden an diesem kalten Herbsttag gegenseitig.

Nach der kalten Herbstnacht tankt dieser Stock Wärme in den ersten Morgensonnenstrahlen, die durchs Blätterdach dringen.

Seltener Anblick: Ein ausgewachsener Stock beim Baden im Fluss. Der Stock scheint die Abkühlung sichtlich zu genießen.

Dieses wunderschöne Exemplar ist mir heute bei meinem Sonntagsspaziergang über den Weg gelaufen.

The Reichstag fire was an arson attack on the Reichstag building, home of the German parliament in Berlin, on Monday, 27 February 1933, precisely four weeks after Adolf Hitler was sworn in as Chancellor of Germany. Marinus van der Lubbe, a Dutch council communist, was said to be the culprit; the Nazis attributed the fire to a group of Communist agitators, used it as a pretext to claim that Communists were plotting against the German government, and induced President Paul von Hindenburg to issue the Reichstag Fire Decree suspending civil liberties and pursue a "ruthless confrontation" with the Communists. This made the fire pivotal in the establishment of Nazi Germany.

The video description says:
In November 1993 I read the following note in the taz (German newspaper):
In the north-Serbian Wojwodina a 2,000-people-village collectively refuses military service / Now the "Spiritual Republic Zitzer" has declared independence...
Thereupon this song evolved, about this almost unbelievable story. It belongs to my song cycle "Peculiar Saints". For this upload of the song I've searched the Internet again and actually found some authentic video recordings from 1992 and added them to the song.

Here are the lyrics:

Teachers bomb children, bakers are firing around wildly.
The neighbours nice boys turn into rapists.
The war devastates the land and the people and no end is in sight.
Only very isolated, very endangered, here and there a ray of hope:

Ref: Such as this Tresnevac, Tresnevac, little village in the north.
Resistance and imagination against the murdering

One morning, the postwoman delivered 200 gray postcards,
from the military office. Horror spread from house to house
"Reserve excercise" was written on them, but they meant "order to kill"
In the evening, crowded together in the village club they were all united by the idea:

To say "No!" together now, "No!" despite all threats.
Continue teaching children, baking bread rolls, driving tractor.
Simply not to obey. Simply not to go to war.
Determined to get through whatever comes, together.

Oh, this Tresnevac, Tresnevac, little village in the north.
Resistance and imagination against the murdering

Ninety-two tanks stood around the vilage, ready to shoot.
But the Tresnevacians remained hard-nosed the whole time.
The pub became their peace camp, the tanks retreated.
Soon the tiny spot declared itself boldly a "Spiritual Republic".

For the connection of all the people who want the peace. Now.
Drew up their own constitution in the pub.
And their coat of arms: Billiard balls for their peaceful model
Their anthem, quietly beginning, the "Bolero" by Ravel

Tresnevac, Tresnevac,...

"The Bolero doesn't stay quiet", the teacher plainly says.
"Even if they isolate us, our dream doesn't die!"
It will infect other, such a dream needs its time.
For now, all TV channels only show the inevitability.

Teachers bombard children, bakers are firing around wildly.
The neighbours nice boys turn into rapists.
The war devastates the land and the people and no end is in sight.
Only very isolated, very endangered, here and there a ray of hope:

Such as this Tresnevac, Tresnevac,...

Noch ein Lied passend zu den Temperaturen

Freut Euch, nur noch 82 Tage bis dieser(!) Sommer endet.

A hymn for Europe, for freedom and peace. I hope it’s ok to post it here, even though it’s in German.

Here’s a translation of the lyrics:

Hello Europe, this is your child speaking
I want to tell you how tired I am
Do you hear, Europe, how angry they sound
How loudly my brothers sing the praise of the old
We stand for the good, we have sworn to each other
I have already lost some sisters in the fight
They give the old a new look
Deceptively tame but certainly not good

Europe, Europe, do you hear the wind
How it loudly sings of hostility and borders
As one of your children, I'm begging you
That the old can not win again

I heard stories, I thought they were old
But now I know, the time has come again
The old men are being worshipped again
And the old thoughts are being taught again

Europe, Europe, do you hear the wind
How it sings the reverberation of our history
As one of your children, I'm begging you,
That the old can not win again. (2x)

Europe, tell me, why are we so blind
Don't see that we all are your children
Europe, listen carefully how it sounds
When old hatred infiltrates the hearts

Europe, Europe, do you hear your child
how much it craves for peace and freedom
I am one of your children and I'm begging you
Be a home to us, and a peaceful country
Be a home to us, bring us together again

Ghostarchive

Vor allem scheint es eine gute Antwort gewesen zu sein, sie hat zumindestens ein Hochwähli bekommen.

Also, wir wollen mal ehrlich sein, so richtig können wir uns nicht freuen...