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Gestern rief mich meine Tante May aus Paris an.
Sie kommt morgen zu Besuch.
Was für eine Überraschung.
Das ist keine sehr gute Nachricht.
Meine Frau hat sich gerade von Tante Mays letztem Besuch erholt.
Das war vor 5 Jahren.
Jetzt haben wir sehr viel zu tun.
Wir müssen uns fertig machen.
Wir müssen die Böden saugen.
Wir müssen die Fenster putzen.
Wir müssen das Bett von Tante May machen.
Wir müssen das Silber putzen.
Meine Frau muss einkaufen gehen.
Was sollen wir kochen?
Ich weiß schon.
Tante Mays Lieblingsessen.
Gekochtes Kraut mit Speck.
Das mögen wir auch.
Es ist also doch nicht so schlimm
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Yesterday, my Aunty May phoned me from Paris. She is coming to visit tomorrow. What a surprise. This is not very good news. My wife has just recovered from Aunty May's last visit. That was 5 years ago. Now we have very much to do. We must get ready. We must hoover the floors. We must clean the windows. We have to make Aunty May's bed. We must clean the silver. My wife must go shopping. What shall we cook? I know. Aunty May's favourite. Boiled cabbage and bacon. We like it as well. Things aren't so bad after all.
This Week's Short Story
Hole in One!
My sister plays mini golf. I don't understand why. There is something about mini golf I find very strange. Mini golf is both easy and hard. Easy if you're clever, and hard if you aren't. My sister is not a very good player.
Last week, I went to se my sister play in a mini golf tournement. It was very good fun. My sister played very well. My daughter, her niece, helped her, of course.
My sister came second! A miracle? I don't think so. There were only two people playing.
Hole in One!
Meine Schwester spielt Minigolf. Ich verstehe nicht, warum. Irgendetwas an Minigolf finde ich sehr merkwürdig. Minigolf ist sowohl leicht als auch schwer. Leicht, wenn man clever ist, und schwer, wenn man es nicht ist. Meine Schwester ist keine sehr gute Spielerin.
Letzte Woche habe ich meine Schwester bei einem Minigolf-Turnier spielen sehen. Es hat sehr viel Spaß gemacht. Meine Schwester hat sehr gut gespielt. Meine Tochter, ihre Nichte, hat ihr natürlich geholfen.
Meine Schwester wurde Zweite! Ein Wunder? Nein, ich glaube nicht. Es haben nur zwei Leute gespielt.
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Meine Frau ist draußen im Garten.
Meine Frau liebt Gartenarbeit.
Sie wurde mit einem grünen Daumen geboren.
Wir haben einen wunderschönen Garten.
Er ist perfekt.
Gepflegte Betten.
Perfekte Farben.
Alle Farben des Regenbogens.
Wunderbare Blumen.
Die Bienen lieben sie.
Auch die Schmetterlinge sind wichtig.
Wir haben auch einen perfekten Rasen.
Den Rasen zu mähen ist meine Aufgabe.
Aber wir haben nie Zeit, unseren Garten zu genießen.
Es gibt immer zu viel zu tun.
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My wife is out in the garden. My wife loves gardening. She was born with green fingers. We have a beautiful garden. It's perfect. Well kept beds. Perfect colours. All the colours of the rainbow. Wonderful flowers. The bees love them. Buterflies, too, are important. We also have a perfect lawn. Mowing the lawn is my my job. But, we never have time to enjoy our garden. There is always too much to do.
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This Week's Short Story
My Wife's Kitchen Garden
Home grown vegetables are always the best. They always taste great. We have a kitchen garden. Our potatoes are second to none. Our carrots are long, red, and firm. Our runner beans are the perfect side dish for a good Sunday roast, But, our salad crops are the best. Our lettuces are always crispy and fresh. The tomatoes are huge. Juicy and red. Our radishes are hard to resist. And, our celery is always a treat. But, without its compost heap, our kitchen garden would be nothing at all. Compost heaps are power for the future. From power comes power. Vegetables are the perfect example.
Selbst angebautes Gemüse ist immer das Beste. Es schmeckt immer gut. Wir haben einen Gemüsegarten. Unsere Kartoffeln sind unübertroffen. Unsere Karotten sind lang, rot und fest. Unsere Stangenbohnen sind die perfekte Beilage für einen guten Sonntagsbraten. Aber, unsere Salatpflanzen sind die besten. Unsere Kopfsalate sind immer knackig und frisch. Die Tomaten sind riesig. Saftig und rot. Unseren Radieschen kann man kaum widerstehen. Und unser Staudensellerie ist immer ein Genuss. Aber ohne seinen Komposthaufen wäre unser Gemüsegarten gar nichts. Komposthaufen sind Kraft für die Zukunft. Aus Kraft entsteht Kraft. Gemüse ist das beste Beispiel dafür.
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A Short History of Dada.
Dada – A very brief history
Dada was an intellectual movement that started in Zurich in 1916. The world was at war, and neutral Switzerland had become a refuge for artists opposed to the war. And, Zurich, with its colony of foreign free thinking intellectuals, was perfect for Dada.
In the summer of 1916, Hugo Ball read his Dada manifesto in the Cabaret Voltaire in Zurich. Simply put, Dada was against everything to do with the war and against everything bourgeoisie that had led to the start of the war.
And, Dada was exciting and always scurile. Dada included poetry, painting,writing, theatre and everything else imaginable, too. And, Dada hit the right note. Dada quickly spread from Zurich to the rest of the world.
There were Dada movements everywhere. And, the people involved were impressive. Amongst them, Francis Picabra, Marcel Duchamp, Man Ray, Kurt Schwitters, Hannah Höch, and very many other fine individualists, too.
But, Dada, in its original form, only lasted until 1922. Its reason for being had run out of steam. No war and nothing to object to.
And, nowadays, Dada still lives on as a living Dada museum. There are still many Dada groups throughout the world. And, they faithfully continue to put on, perform and recite original Dada. And, the Cabaret Voltaire has become a shrine to the sacred memory of Dada and Hugo Ball.
And, why not? Dada, after all, was a movement that burned with a passion of white hot feeling. Dada questioned, rejected and questioned again. Nothing was sacred, not even Dada itself.
Dada's demise was due to its attempts at self-regulation and the making of rules. And, that wasn't Dada! Dada was a child of its time that sadly never grew up! And that, in a way, was Dada as well. Nj – 2016
Jan de Cock – A Life
Behind Bars
Jan de Cock of Belgium
has spent much if his life behind bars. He has gone from prison to
prison. Not because of crimes he'd committed, but, instead, because
of his passion for good. Jan de Cock has done very much good for
prisoners world wide.
Jan de Cock's involvement
in prisons started 30 years ago. He was in Chile. Jan de Cock was
working with street kids. And, getting to know street kids meant
getting to know their backgrounds. These backgrounds were pittiful
and hard and often involved prison. Directly or indirerectly. So,
Jan de Cock started visiting prisons. There he got to know inmates.
Many were crying for help. Conditions were dire. Inhuman. Jan de
Cock had to do something.
Soon, Jan de Cock's
prison visits turned into stays. Not just in Chile, but all over the
world. And, Getting into prison was not always hard. Usually a
phone call, a contact, or a letter. There were places, however,
where it was simply impossible. China was one case in point.
Jan de Cock was standing
in the middle of Tian'anmen Square in Peking. He had an idea.
Flowers. Jan de Cock started giving each of the guards a flower.
Attached to each one of these flowers was a note. Each with the same
simple message. Peace and freedom. And it worked! Jan de Cock was
arrested, beaten up, and thrown into a cell. But, Jan de Cock's
success was only short lived. Only 2 days. He was thrown out of
prison and booted out of China. Jan de Cock hadn't even had the
chance to say hi to prisoner. And, this as the worst.
On the bright side of
things, Jan de Cock made many good friends behind bars. One of them
was Diego. Diego had murdered a taxi driver. And, what Jan de Cock
witnessed was truly amazing. Diego's victim's family visited Diego
each Sunday. Diego had been able to donate a kidney to his victim's
sister so saving her life. A strange twist of fate.
Over the years, Jan de
Cock has done very much for the well being of prisoners world wide.
He has raised money for buildings and facilities, and through his
books and lectures, Jan de Cock has raised international awareness
for prisoner's needs and rights. And, Jan de Cock is still
travelling the world.
There is good in us all.
Circumstances destroy. Some of us need more help than others.
