By Heidi Trautmann
Every day when I open the doors
for the young morning to enter, I look to the East where the sun is about to
show its head above the rim of the surrounding hills, and I keep asking myself:
‘What lies ahead, what will happen today, who will bind a belt of dynamite
around his waist, what young man, stupid, made stupid from top to toe, is to step
out of his door and direct his feet toward the site where he is commanded to go
and press the trigger to kill masses of people and himself. Is his heart empty
or does he cry silently? Has he been forced because otherwise his family would
be killed? Or does he believe in his mission he was given?
And this happens every
morning at another place around the world with so very young people made slaves
by….the mastermind, by someone whose aim is to kill because he has been taught
to hate and kill, told by…..the mastermind and so on. But who is the very top
of the triangle? An individual? A religious group? A country and its secret
service? Speculations. And the Western countries group together and declare the
invisible enemy to be ….???. and go and send deadly weapons and bomb villages
and with it kill women and children, the most innocent of the innocent people.
I am still looking to the East,
the Near East, the countries of the rising sun; there are so many questions
unanswered, fact is, that whenever a dictator was forcibly removed, killed, the
situation got worse. My thoughts travel southeast along the African coast, same
scenario, and the African continent below…?... on the move across the
Mediterranean because of wars and people dying of hunger.
My thoughts travel to the
North of Cyprus, where the Meltemi comes from in summer, along its coasts we
have travelled in our sailing boat for 30 years and where we have made so many
friends. A most beautiful country with people who love life, enjoy laughter and
helping each other, who would rather remove their shirt to give it to someone
who is cold. What has happened to them? They are in deep trouble, with split
visions, with a man at the top who wants to dictate every move the people make,
who wants to make them dumb and silent and obeying. Terrorist attacks with a
high death rate and we all ask ourselves, who is really behind it. Young people
gathering for a peace event are torn to pieces; people going to the airport to
go on holidays well-earned, workers who have come to see their family, tourists
who had enjoyed Turkey for two weeks….their blood being spilled in the
street. A coup-d’état with civilian
deaths…..and we all ask ourselves who is behind it. I have seen the knife
cutting through the throat of a young soldier who knew nothing. Masses ordered
out to kill each other.
And I look still further
North, where newspaper people are killed, murdered in cold blood because they
obey their conscience and open their mouth wide to shout or write what they
think is the truth.
And we ask ourselves who is
behind it all.
And I turn my head and look
further West where in European countries terror attacks are carried out that
take so many hundreds of innocent lives. In European countries they are not
really used to such attacks and the outrage and fear is great, the last being
in Munich….And we ask ourselves, regarding the two young boys of 17 years of
age who committed the killing, who is behind all this?
And while all this is going
on around us, the hate and racism is growing and mistrust reigns in the cities
and its streets, also fired by politicians, media who see a chance to make
their way into high positions.
I have so often asked around
publicly….where are the religious leaders in whose holy books it says to love
each other? Why don’t they lift their hands up and shout STOP? The politicians
either send out military aid or find an excuse for diplomatic and economic
The ones that carry the
whole misery of our world are innocent people, women and children.
The human society is on its
way to destroy itself, you read every day that countries are upgrading their
armies, political groups are marching and protesting against all immigrants and
other nationalities, hate paroles drip from all service nets.
The voices speaking sense,
the poets deploring the word situation, artists, musicians, their voices are
I think, to speak with the
tongue of a dear old African friend, we have lost the connection to our soul,
we are connected to machines, we have lost our roots, our individualism. We
have lost contact to nature, we have forgotten what it feels like to be part of