Freedom never comes - Part 14

"You can say so, I suppose," agreed Heinz Wohlfarth leading Linda Evans into the shadow of the hut, offered her chilled soft-drinks but she rejected his kind offer as she had only come to greet him, time to rush back to her place at work not to cause any problems for herself. He exchanged few German words with her and when she left finally followed her with his eyes until she was no more to be seen.

"One of these days I would like to visit Lebanon, Switzerland of the Near East," pronounced Heinz Wohlfarth knowing of the difficulties involved. "As I am here in Israel to enter any Muslim country around will be impossible, I know. But somehow, I will make it, I know it. Maybe I will have to play naive not knowing things at all, the innocent one."

George Fähnrich turned to him overlooking the swimming pool. "You are a clever boy, my dear. I have come to the observation and conclusion that to pretend to be naive, somehow stupid, has helped me a lot in my life. People do not take you seriously, they treat you anyhow. Behind this shield, you can expose the real character of the people you are dealing with. They talk as their hearts speak, nothing hiding from you. You listen to what they have to say about you and others very well with an open mind, like a filter keeping what is important to keep and let things pass of what you do not need to have in your brain stored. When you do this with cleverness and intelligence, guess what, you will see the world from a different angle and get people exposed to what they really are."

"I wonder always," said Heinz Wohlfarth watching over three young children playing in the sandbox near the pool overseen by their two mothers chatting along on a sunny hot day, the hottest that year when believing the predictions of the Meteorologists, “that people shy away too often to confront others with the truth and say what they really think about them."

George Fähnrich sat upright on his blanket he had taken with him to relax on in the shadow of a palm tree: "This raises the fundamental question, what is the truth?"

"You mean?" turned Heinz Wohlfarth his head around to see George Wohlfarth putting on sunglasses. Linda Evans and Fred Walter appeared on the scene. Kevon Hail followed shortly later.

"I mean what I said!" confirmed George Fähnrich following each and every step of Linda Evans and her friends. They jumped into the pool without any preparation.

"So...and now I need to guess?"

"Truth does not exist!" stated George Fähnrich categorically.

"Does not exist?" was Heinz Wohlfarth puzzled and saw Linda Evans swimming closer to them while Fred Walter and Kevin Hail did not mind her at all. They had fun together playing water games, splashing water into the air to make others standing by the poolside wet only to get annoyed looks.

"Yes, The Truth," put George Fähnrich emphasis on the two great and meaningful words. "What is true for you, must not be true for me as well!"

"The journey to Jerusalem...you mean that game?"

"This is a game to make people understand the underlining issue," smiled George Fähnrich seeing that Linda even as was about to come out of the pool to join them. "Every human life in his own reality...."

"Or her...her own reality," added Linda Evans sitting on the blanket of George Fähnrich smiling at Heinz Wohlfarth sitting on his garden chair. "Never forget us, ladies, as we have given birth to you so wise and clever men!" She laughed her head off making sure Fred Walter and Kevin Hail would not take notice of them.

"Without our rip and our sperm...who are you?" laughed Heinz Wohlfarth at Linda Evans giving her High Five and hugged her for a second.

"There you are," raised George Fähnrich his voice,” and you see, that everyone has his own version of the truth as everyone lives only for himself and by himself."

"Conventions?" asked Linda Evans short

"Sure...there are conventions in this world," nodded George Fähnrich with a big smile on his face. "Even there are religious conventions, and everyone seems to know what is really true. In Africa, private church leaders lambast about other private church leaders about how to run their churches and private lives while in Europe only congregations in small towns discuss pastors private matters staying focused only on the right interpretation of the bible and the best form of church service."

"For them it is a power struggle for money, which pastor can draw the biggest crowd into their private one-man churches and have the greatest financial benefit from it," mentioned Heinz Wohlfarth his observation.

"The one truth for us humans can never exist," got George Fähnrich back to the main point and the center of their small discussion. "As much as we have been given a free will as much as we have truth of various shapes and sizes in all corners and times of the world. No one truth is the same, even when people try to agree on specific issues, their side of the story varies anyway and anyhow in details."

"What are you up to and what," looked Linda Evans into the eyes of the man at her side on the blanket always having one eye on the situation in the pool and Fred Walter and Kevin Hail, "you want to tell us exactly?"

"When we do not have a common understanding about The Truth, only about the truth that pleases us or at least does not destroy our comfort too much...how can we understand the truth of life?" answered George Fähnrich. "That is what I am always asking myself. Only when we have absolute clarity, no doubt whatsoever in all corners of ourselves, true for all of us at all times...that we can begin to understand real life´s matters."

"You mean," was Linda Evans surprised to hear and interested to understand, "when The Truth is out and hits us right into our faces, we will somehow...I mean, we will be set free...I mean really free, not only in our wanting and praying, our wishing and hoping, our tries and error...I mean...really free?"

"How should it be otherwise?" asked George Fähnrich while Linda Evans got up to join Fred Walter and Kevin Hail that were making their way out of the pool back to their places on the grass under the palm tree. All of a sudden, unexpectedly, did she turn around and looked at George Fähnrich mentioning with sadness in her voice: "But as we will never have The Truth, the one and only...we will never be really free!"

"I admire your senses for life!" applauded George Fähnrich and saw her leaving to the opposite side of the pool to lay side by side with Fred Walter.

"But today is such a beautiful sunny afternoon, no time to think too deep about this world and its imperfection, right?" did Heinz Wohlfarth turn to George Fähnrich challenging him to get into the pool with him.

"Life is about to live it...to understand it is a different matter!" agreed George Fähnrich and felt seconds later the warm freshness of the pool around his body. Swimming on his back he added: "Life can be wonderful at times...when you try not to make sense of it all but just be!"

Heinz Wohlfarth agreed by saying: "Thinking too much is taking life too far, that is what I sometimes think. I admire from time to time people that like Fred Walter and Kevin Hail work, eat, drink, want and take what they feelings want them to...but not try to deep down into the mud of life´s matters where it can get very nasty and ugly at times when you think about things of life too much."

"To be stupid can be a blessing as much as understanding is a blessing," summed George Fähnrich up the talk and swam from end to end of the pool turning from back to front and back to back again.