Linked to Six Word Saturday.
Author: eklastic
Zu alt, um nur zu spielen. Zu jung, um ohne Wunsch zu sein.
African Anamnesis
I’ve done two versions. Take your pick.
Zakes Mda is a South African writer whom I got to know first as a playwright. His plays were performed at the Johannesburg Market Theatre. In The Heart of Redness he writes about Nongqavuse, a Xhosa girl who prophesied the exodus of the British settlers if her people were to kill their cattle and burn their crops. This resulted in a massive famine in 1856/57 in the area of the Eastern Cape, with an estimated 20,000 people dying and many more deplaced. Mda shifts from the historical perspective to the present to illustrate the interplay of history, myth and present day reality.
Linked to Thursday’s Special: Make a book cover.
Muffin compares
Linked to A Photo a Week: Something baked.
Expectation feeds frustration
No, for once not COVID related. This is a photo from 2016. I had planned an outing to these castle grounds and ended up in front of the gate reading “closed” – very frustrating. I’ve never found out why the park wasn’t open. I’ve been back since and could go in.
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Frustration.
The early cat gets the food
I am not a creature of habit. We don’t eat at a specific time in the evening. I don’t go to bed at the same time each night. I sometimes eat lunch, sometimes I don’t. Even though I don’t have a long commute, I like to mix it up and take different routes. Most days I’ll drink coffee before I leave in the morning but occasionally I have a glass of water instead. It’s not unknown, albeit really seldom, that I eat breakfast. Sometimes I have to rush because I started reading the news on my phone, sometimes I just leave leisurely. But there is one morning ritual that has been forced on me. At around 6am, earlier in summer, later in winter, I am woken by a cold nose nudging me gently at first, more forcefully the longer I don’t react. Somebody wants food. I get up, barely conscious, rip open a food pouch, place the filled bowl down, and find my way back to bed. Sometimes the cat will settle down next to me and purr me back to sleep. My catnap, if you will, before the alarm sounds and I have to get up in earnest.
Linked to Friendly Friday: Morning rituals.
It’s a warm wind, the west wind
Zephyr can mean a soft breeze but I also found the definition of “a wind from the west”. We mostly have westerly winds, originating somewhere over the Atlantic, traversing France, passing over the forested area between France and Germany, and reaching us after crossing the Rhine Valley. Also, there are hills in our back protecting us from the cold easterly winds, and although the westerlies might bring rain, they push the low-pressure systems with their bad weather to the East.
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Zephyr.
People from 29 nations are working under this roof
This banner was outside the theatre in Mönchengladbach.
“Culture makes people understand each other better. And if they understand each other better in their soul, it is easier to overcome the economic and political barriers. But first they have to understand that their neighbour is, in the end, just like them, with the same problems, the same questions.”
Paulo Coelho
Linked to Travel with Intent. More posts inspired by the Coelho quote can be found here.
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