Man man man, it’s really getting crazy with these blog entries! There are as many highlights in early 2018 as there are in all of 2017, and I just can’t report on them.
Every time I have tried to start a report, and I have started at least 4 times, I just can’t find the words to summarize it all. Instead, I can only think of other topics I want to report on, but which don’t have much to do with my project.
I’ll tell you right away who had the feeling from my last blog entry that everything is going bad here, then I’ll have to row back wildly! It’s not all going perfectly, but as dear Ruth says, “it’s not always directly visible, and yet you quietly and secretly achieve one thing or another more than you thought you would”. And that’s what makes it all so real. And it is exactly this “effecting” that brought me to my topic today.
Effecting, and the #scoffs, have brought me back to the subject of refugees. To be more precise, it is the line of the Höhner “Brown cloud over land, jestern David, hück de Asylants…” from the song “Wann jeht dr Himmel widder up”.
While most of you enjoyed carnival to the fullest, I have been reviewing my past carnivals. And sometime I came across myself as a little 9 year old boy, who always sang “Wann jeiht dr Himmel widder up?” from body and soul (not to say groaned). It was my absolute favourite song. At that time consisting of some fantasy words, today I am interested in the right lyrics. And it is really quite good. And then you think about thoughts and continue the thoughts.