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Saturday, February 25, 2006
  Songs of Freedom

I've lived behind the Iron Curtain. The Curtain was inoperable. A permanent fixture in a Theater of Western Civilization in the late XX century. Apparently it was there to divide the Western Civilization from Eastern Civilization where Western Civilization played the part of the audience comfortably expressing their opinions about what was going on behind the curtain. These opinions were expressed by Graffiti on the Western side. The Eastern side was painted with Blood.

When Iron Curtain fell allowing the stage players to leave - it fell on the side painted with blood. Graffiti won.

There are times I think of all those whose blood was sprayed on the curtain as they were slayed on the stage, invislble actors in murderous play. But Graffiti won.

It has been now 17 years since Chris Gueffroy was killed at the Berlin Wall. Hi Chris. Every year Februrary is a horrible time for me. I cry for my innocence. I cry for my dreams. Chris was shot at The Wall as he tried to cross into Freedom. It will forever be my February. It will forever be.... This song of Freedom... After 17 years I know that graffiti won. Blood is thinner than graffitti.

"Home, home where I wanted to go. Home, Home where I wanted to go. Home. Home. Where I wanted to go" is this Coldplay's song...

Every year I think of Chris. I remember that day when he was shot. It altered my life for ever. Fuck. Why? I don't fucking want it. Why do I have to remember this shitty day in February of 1989? Why? Just because we were the same age? just because we wanted Freedom? Fuck~Fuck all your blogging, audiobloggig, vblogging, podcasting or whatever you do in the name of getting your dick hard! I just dont want to cry any more in February! These songs of freedom. Songs of freedom

 
Comments:
Like it or not, Marek, you and Chris Gueffroy are Freedom's Song. That I remember your 2002 post relating Chris's story gives that song a value over which you have little control. Until I read your post four years ago, the hundreds gunned down trying the crossing had been the unknown 'newspaper' victims of a brutal system. Your post gave an identity, a personality, and a life to Chris Gueffroy and, with him, hundreds of others. So, much as it pains you to remember Chris's death each year, my friend, I thank you for giving meaning to the lives and memories of so many.
 
Mike, thanks for stopping by. - It's a cruel world we live in. So much death. So much murder. - I think of Chris's mother and what she said back then about the cruel killing -"He was only 20 years old, he did not do anybody harm and you simply shoot your own children here" - and now I think of my own government simply shipping its children to Iraq to be shot there by children of another government. Crazy. These War Games Chilren Play. Just look at this. Children killing Children. All this game invented by governments paid for by the taxpayer, me and my neighbors. We gladly fund this project of shipping our children to a distant country so they can kill other children there. Crazy. Total Madness and they call it Freedom and Democracy.
 
What Mike said. I heard Cindy Sheehan the other day say that soon after she learned of her son's death, she notified the government that she would not be filing her taxes for the year in which he died. She figured she'd paid enough, she said. It's a raw note, but if enough people spoke to the war-gaming children-machine in this, the only language it understands, more than a war would collapse.
 
Tom,
This reminds me of an old greek play where women decided not to have sex with men unless they stopped the war. Is it possible? Is it?
 
possible: sure. what's holding it back? that I do not know. What?
 
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