It didn't require great character at all / we had a shred of necessary courage / but fundamentally it was a matter of taste / Yes taste / in which there are fibers of soul the cartilage of conscience / Yes taste / that commands us to get out to make a wry face draw out a sneer / even if for this the precious capital of the body the head / must fall
- Zbigniew Herbert
The Death of Michael Brown A Poem by Pancho Dela Luna
The armed guards feared his color.
The power, intelligence, and beauty of his color.
His blackness strike their misguided pride.
His soul cried out like the heart-breaking funkiness of James Brown,
like the dream of doctor King.
Seven bullets entered his body:
Seven centuries of imperial hatred.
Ferguson became a city of cry,
a shout against a civilization of indifference;
against a world that refuses other colors.
His blood like the blood of many others and the blood of his ancestors
will remain a stain in the pitiless human memory,
it will echo like the blues that mourns in the night,
like jazz that breaks through the prison of separation;
his blood will tear the mainstream scripts:
the hypocrisy of authorities, the false sympathies, the obfuscation
of the media, the ignorant discussions…
Color-blindness is the opposite of love.
Love is the color of many colors.
A death of one color is the death of all the other colors.
- Pancho Dela Luna
"I got that summertime
- Summertime Sadness, Lana Del Rey
(The border between Italy and Austria)
9 - 12 August 2014
(Finally Austria after a four-hour drive)
(Around 6 in the morning - stopover)
(Another two-hour drive from Austria we finally reached our destination: Camp Bauer, Augsberg Germany. Camp Bauer is a village of caravan campers for passing travelers and tourists alike. What is so special about this camp is the lake (the biggest one in Augsberg) which is at the center of the surrounding caravans.)
(The lake we’ve been looking for)
(J’s mom, A. who manages the site booked for us a room in the nearby hotel. Unfortunately the campers are all occupied.)
(Stretching our bodies and enjoying the site after a long long drive)
(Lunch time - at the restaurant just beside the lake)
(F. A.’s partner is the chef and co-manager of the site - Tirolese cuisine)
(Friends J. And G.)
(Quality between Hogan and J. after a long separation)
(German beer what else)
(Thank you F.! thank you!)
(Lake day and everything)
(Augsberg city - Sunday: all shops and museums are closed - walking around gazing at the wonderful colors of Augsberg buildings)
(Nice, really nice)
(A month-long Israeli massacre in Gaza outraged many Muslim brothers around the world. In the heart of the city an anti-Israel protest is brewing. Germany is one of the major supporters of the lunatic Israel.)
After a tough day at Augsberg city w went back to the hotel. My friends were dead tired to take a walk around the outskirts of Augsberg so I went all by myself and enjoyed the view of the beautiful houses.
Dinner and relax with friends
The following day we traveled to Munich by train. The German trains are simply superb: fast, comfortable, convenient. The bad news was the weather. As soon as we got out of the immense Munich station the rain was pouring hard. We had to buy umbrellas and walk around beneath the grey weather.
Love your friends, leave them, walk alone, know the city. So I did.
And the museums are closed at this hour
Green my favorite color
This site was built in memory of the six million Jews who died under Nazism. I now dedicate this stone to all the victims of the Israeli massacre in Gaza.
To be continued by the travelers…
(I still have to post some pictures of my travels last year around Sicily with my girlfriend. On the 28th I will be leaving for Budapest. Hungary: more stories, more places, more memories, more love.)
an island of tenderness.
My rivers tilt towards you. Marina Tsvetaeva, from “My ear attends to you,” in Selected Poems, translated by Elaine Feinstein (Penguin Classics, 1994)