A glass of wine
Sitting there wondering
What the future will hold
War comes to my mind
And I shiver.
Tag: <span>war</span>
“SURREAL” is the word for 2016 in the USA and Canada according to the Merriam-Webster dictionary and I cannot think of a better one. I feel like I am walking in a Salvador Dali painting and I just can’t wake up.
THE WAR WAS GOING ON…
Men were fighting. Women were carrying food to soldiers day and night, nursing the injured. In the village, only old people and children remained.
I admit it; I can be a smartass. I didn’t plan on becoming one, it just happened. It’s like an internal force is guiding me to open my mouth right then and there, and there is nothing I can do about it.
Now it’s just a peaceful place for anybody, who likes to rest under the willow tree.
Only the older ones still remember the day, when the water arrived.
My Grandmother told me the same story every Christmas evening and I always asked the same question, “Why didn’t they just stop fighting forever?”
“Because it wasn’t up to them, they were just normal soldiers and they had to do what their emperors wanted them to do.”
“But they made peace for Christmas,” she said and then she told me the story.
I was just a little girl, when I came home from school and heard that we had tickets for the Olympic Games in Munich. The year was 1972 and I was 9 years old. Germany was neighbor state, only a few hours away and all we were excited about the road trip.
Another terror attack against unarmed civilians in Paris, the city of love. Once again I watch the news and have tears in my eyes, I feel anger and I feel helpless.
My friend Joanne wrote a must-read post about refugees and forced me to re-blog 🙂
I was in tears yesterday, when I saw the picture of the little, Syrian boy who had drowned. I was born and raised in Europe, I traveled the word. I…