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A long, long time ago, when the forests were untouched, a water goddess named Isara lived in the deep valleys of the Alps. She was the guardian of the clear spring water, ensuring that nature flourished around her.
Tag: <span>Germany</span>
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Chocolate bunnies are as much a part of Easter as chocolate eggs but that was not always the case. In the past, the bunnies were made of sugar. I remember the red bunny, so shiny, sitting on the corner of the desk in my room.
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Berlin, early 1933: The Nazis are on the verge of their projected election victory, the Reichstag is burning, and mass madness is shown everywhere. Then a phone call! Her father leaves Berlin the next day shortly afterward the girl Anna travels to Switzerland with her family.
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Something happened last week, that made me rethink and reevaluate my beliefs (?) or perhaps as someone who claims to be agnostic, I should not use the word BELIEVE, but instead call it opinion.
My grandmother probably noticed how different we were for the first time during our prayers in our old mountain chapel. She used the Lutheran form for the Lord’s prayer, I said it the Catholic way I had learned in the German bonding school, and each time she heard it, she shook her head in annoyance.
Secretly, I was wondering when -and if people- would finally wake up. Part of me has now almost accepted the right-wing move all over the world because it seems so many people are fine with it, or they just don’t know -or remember- what it means, and what a catastrophic impact and effects it can have -and will have- on our lives.
People who have themselves fled a war zone cannot fully support a war. For them, it’s not just news or a headline, they know what war means for those affected.
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“If one more person shows me their prisoner number, I will punch a holocaust survivor.” I didn’t mean it, not even close, but hoped that somehow it would explain how helpless I felt. The situation was too much for me to handle. The sins of our fathers had been transferred to me, and I felt treated unfairly. It made me angry and so sad.
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I watched a young woman shoot one of her Galloway breeding bulls with a hunting rifle, and the atmosphere, the ritual itself, and the logic behind it, as well as the surrounding area, which looked a lot like South Tyrol, the part between Italy and Austria where I am from originally, made me smile.