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13.07.2020 Feature Article

Freedom never comes - Part 25

Freedom never comes  - Part 25
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"The bells are ringing already today...but the sound is getting louder and darker...and the sound of the bells will be painful in years to come...very, very painful," said Gerald McDonalds. "It is the time now to hear the bells and do the right things...as natural resources that we exploit too much and that give Africa a bit of financial relief...eventually will be no more but exploited...and then the bells will hurt your ears and eyes seriously and you will feel the pain of not thinking right...today."

"That means our politicians are our problem?" asked George Fähnrich.

"Politicians are only a product of your societies...they are one of you, come from among your own culture. They come and go, sometimes make history...but without you people voting them into office, they are simple, ordinary citizen no one has to follow and put his future into their hands. Therefore, it is the thinking of our White societies that makes all the problems."

"Are you up to leave now?" asked George Fähnrich down with malaria. For days now he was not feeling well, vomiting always, lack of appetite and having to use the toilet constantly. As much as he had tried to keep his room mosquito free, he knew wherever someone walks, sleeps, and eats, the mosquito can catch up with anyone and make him fall on his sick bed. The nurse at the little Kibbutz clinic had given him several drugs making him feeling better each day. He and his roommate made sure each night before turning off the lights to search the room for any unwanted insects. The white walls were covered in small blood stains the outcome of mosquito hunting at nights as the female mosquitos carry the infectious disease as well as sucking human blood to feed their offspring. When slapped to the wall while resting there any final harm done to their bodies eventually resulted in splitting of someone own blood that these mosquitos had sucked out of them before. Each morning before heading off to work shoes and boots needed thorough inspections as snakes or other unwanted animals could have easily found refuge in them. This was a completely different world to the world they knew so cozy back in Germany where only winter flew was harm to their bodies mainly.

"Yes, I am already done and ready to leave. I just wanted to check on you and see how you are doing and if I can do something before I will return back in the evening," said Heinz Wohlfarth with his rucksack packed full for a long trip.

George Fähnrich smiled at him being a bit tired and said: “I think I am okay, and I should have everything that I need. Thanks for caring for me."

"Did you hear the news about the bombardment in the city of Kirjat Schmona?" asked Heinz Wohlfarth standing in the door ready to head off.

"When I feel better, I guess we should go there and check out the situation, history in the making," answered George Fähnrich and tried to give a smile a boost.

"When I remember the words of my mother before I came here that I better should not expose myself to the danger of war and tension in this country...I only laughed at her saying as a bike rider in Hamburg cycling from home almost an hour to University a car can easily knock me down and kill me. So, whether such a car kills me, or a bullet strikes me down here and finishes off my life...I mean, come on, it is almost the same! We have to die one day anyway!"

George Fähnrich got up, drunk his tea and made his remarks: “I can well imagine your mother was angry about such response!"

"Oh, you bet...she was not understanding my intentions...as a mother naturally she was scared, but as a son I simply have to do what I have to do and cannot live in the fears of my mother...simply not possible," said Heinz Wohlfarth about to close the door and leave, “as we all must live our own life and not to comfort others. So, my friend, it is time to go...wishing you a great day!" He closed the door and walked down to the Bus Stop waiting for a ride. Where he wanted to go to no public bus would take him, so he depends on the mercy of others. Cars passed by without taking notice of him. He decided to take the bus to Haifa and to try to get a ride to his final destination for the day. Sitting down on an empty seat he saw a soldier, young in age, sitting next to him on the other side of the aisle. He had a machine gun on his lap, he was nervous. His hands touched the cold metal like a child is touched by a nervous father. Again, and again was the soldier looking down on his machine gun making sure it is not going to leave him. Heinz Wohlfarth himself got nervous and frightened. What if the man by accident would shoot him in his leg, that nervous he was? Maybe he had forgotten to secure his machine gun or by coincidence his hands would touch the mechanism that secures the machine gun from getting off uncontrolled and unwillingly. Heinz Wohlfarth was scared but did not want to get off and find another place which could have been seen as an insult to the soldier and causing more harm than good. With tension in his heart was he sitting where he had sat after embarking on the bus. Haifa was not far away. He got off at the bus terminal safely, took a deep breath and looked behind him to see the nervous soldier still being on the bus. He looked around tried to see the best way to head north to Tyros. He asked an old man to direct him, got the direction and walked to the northern outskirts of Haifa with great hope to catch a ride fast. Indeed, it did not take more than ten minutes standing by the roadside to get a ride up to Naqura the little town on the territory of Israel at the border to Lebanon. After getting of the car and waving the driver good-bye he went to the white rocks above the beach and looked to the horizon. He sat down for a few minutes to take in the scenery in a place full of tension. Behind him heavy trucks passed with tanks loaded. The came from Israel’s heartland driven into the south of Lebanon. One truck after the next passed him. As he had never been in the army in Germany; so, logistics and movement of military equipment was only something he occasionally had seen on TV. Here was no TV, no movie, this was real, real life between people standing in opposition, in fears fight before each other. This was blood and hate, not a discussion to find a possible peaceful solution, this was real life down to the end of it, the death of many. Tension mounted in him. He saw the metal of military olive green passing by imagining the devastation they could cause. The metal was cold and unmoved, the faces of the soldiers operating the convoy were like empty masks of dead humans, stone faced, cold, tense. They knew they wanted to win to make their will come true ready to pay the final price. Heinz Wohlfarth himself was of the belief he rather lets someone shoot him than he would ever grab a gun and shoot another person even in the event that his own beloved family might have to die. He knew many people would never understand his motivation while at the same time he would never understand their motivation in the first place.

He got up, cleaned his trousers from the dust surrounding him, walked north, passed a white structure meant to facilitate a guard but no one insight. Tanks after tanks passed him on heavy trucks. While he was walking, he tried to check all details of the tanks even looked up to see whether he could spot any soldier sitting on top, but no soldier to be seen. He looked around wanting to see Lebanon and find out whether the saying was correct that it was Switzerland in the Arab world. He walked and looked at the trees comparing them with the trees he knew from Switzerland. They were not alike as dust surrounded them and the little rain that fell in this part of the world. In the distance he saw soldiers standing watching over the convoy to ensure the safety of the operation. The soldiers did not take notice of him, they were chatting among each other. As he got closer to them, of the solders turned around and spotted him. With angry eyes did he look at Heinz Wohlfarth that was walking his way in all his nativity that had opened up doors he would have never walked through if he would always walked with his mind and education on hand, the instructions how to behave right and well. The Israeli soldier looked at him from head to toes with grim face. He made a step forward towards him and asked Heinz Wohlfarth for his reason why to appear right at this spot.

"I just wanted to see a bit of Lebanon, that is all!" answered Heinz Wohlfarth even not knowing he had already crossed the border to Lebanon. He was not thinking anything about the tanks passing behind him, he was walking into Lebanon as if he would walk in Hamburg City Park on a Sunday afternoon.

"You better turn and leave this place," advice the soldier with firm voice but with no intention to cause him any further problems.

As he was ordered to do Heinz Wohlfarth stopped his adventure, turned around and went back onto Israel territory. He took a last look at the tanks that would not stop passing him. He did not count all of them, but they were many. Entering Israel without having to present his passport he smiled and felt proud of himself. If he would have behaved as he should have what he saw he would have never seen, and a great little story would be missing in his future life for others to have a good laugh about it. Standing at a junction he looked left and right to see whether he could possibly spot a restaurant to sit down for and have a light lunch. Indeed, he spotted a small Falafel restaurant with few chairs standing outside. He walked over, ordered his favorite pita bread, stuffed it with tomatoes and cabbage adding loss of onions and topped it off with a fresh yoghurt sauce. His fresh peppermint tea was served to his table, delicious at a hot afternoon at the Israel-Lebanon border.

A young man in white light jacket with mustache around his mouth, tattoos on his hands, not many but visible and with odd design approached him asking to occupy the empty seat across from him. Heinz Wohlfarth did not mind having company. The young man brought his food to the table, humus with pita bread and pickled vegetables, a light snack in between as he said and smiled.

"I do not think in my life I will see ever peace in this region for good," mentioned Moshe Freitag with resignation in his voice. "We are such a small country and to make a living is hard. I mean we have not enough fertile lands that could feed too many people. What we harvest here is taken from the ground by force. Yes, oh people have come up with High-Tech companies employing more and more of us, that is true, but not everyone is capable to work in such companies, the rest has to do manual work, especially the workers crossing the border from the West-Bank each day into our country to work. Where they are, they do not find work to earn a living, so they depend on us and we depend on their cheap labour, that is how it works here, my friend."

While Heinz Wohlfarth and finished his meal, Moshe Freitag was half way through with his looking around and checking out the young girls smiling at him like fish that sees fish at the fishing rod of a fisherman ready to bit into it and be caught for good. He asked himself if he would be one of these young ladies would he also fall for that man sitting across him. He would not know the final answer but left it to taste of the girls.

"Oh, I am not convinced that we humans can so easily say we are free or that we can free ourselves with our own will and the kind of decisions we are making," mentioned Moshe Freitag with a smile on his face. He looked Heinz Wohlfarth straight into the eyes and continued: “We are humans in a spider network, humans all around us, closer or further away from us...many actually in us as we are educated by them in one or the other way...I mean the voices and pictures we have from them, we always carry with us. Yes, we can select the once that should influence our decisions, for sure that we can do, but these voices and the faces that come with them are always in us...and have an influence on us no matter how much we oppress them and favor the once that move us or push us forward into a better future. We still cannot deny that they exist. Every person you meet, every situation you are getting into has an influence on you for which reason you must protect your mind and very carefully select the people you want to face and let into your life...very careful, I am telling you the truth, my friend." He smiled, finished his meal, and went over to the restaurant for his desert, vanilla ice-cream from the factory rapped in paper. "Even when you yourself think by your own decision making you can set yourself free, guess what, people around you with evil mind can take your freedom away, they can mess you up and put you into the deepest trouble you can imagine, even in cases you have no business in, I mean you are completely innocent of. Let me tell you the story of two good friends of mine. One friend in London, an Iranian, married to an Iranian lady having three kids with her. The wife cheated on him with another man. For long time he did not know what was going on behind his back. One day he found out and confronted her with the news that had come to his attention. She reported him immediately to the Police for rape. He got arrested stating to me that he had never raped his wife. She used this allegation against him to take away the attention of her wrongdoing from her, making him look bad while her own cheating was supposedly to be no harm to him. On top of it she was somehow able to set fire to to business. He was in used shoes business and shoes got burnt. For two years he was unable to work at all, the emotional and spiritual harm his ex-wife had caused him was simply too much for him to bear. He loved his children so much and still does. Now, thanks to God, he can work again, pulled himself together and up and runs his old business again with new partners. the other story is also sad, very sad. A sister filed false allegations against her brother knowing at the end their own mother would lose her life. She knew her allegations would be wrong, the lies baseless. Illegally did she take his documents into her hands with the intention to destroy his life, all his University Certificate, his book manuscripts, his patent certificates...simply everything she could get hold off. She had in her mind as when she destroys his documents, she would destroy him and end his life. She never shared their mother´s inheritance, furniture, books, China, even documents such as bank statements that heirs share together; she had destroyed as these bank statements could have proven easily his innocence that he had never stolen any money from his mother`s bank account. He knew all along that God truly is on his side to unveil the truth and that when things get worse a lie detector test eventually will prove her wrong and set him free, free from her telling friends, family and even business partners lies about him to discredit his reputation. Now she and her family monitor all his activities while he has no interest to see what they are doing. The interesting question remains, why are they doing it and he not? Enemies always monitor the innocent as they know what they have done wrong; but when someone has a clear mind and knows what he did or not did was never wrong. I mean the obvious is clear, they fear that he can eventually expose them and their evilness while he has nothing to hide or fear, his mind is completely clear of anything wrong. even two years after the death of his mother she appeared in his dream letting him know she once had been very, very angry about him meanwhile yet knowing the truth that his sister confused her mind and infiltrated her with lies. When he saw her in his dream, they were hugging each other and ever since he is at peace with the situation only wanting to put things straight and tell things as they truly were. So, my friend, you can see that even when you yourself thing you do right to move into a glorious future and want to set yourself free from the evil in your life, the evil goes its own way and tries to harm you in any way possible. In other words, even as much as we try to free ourselves, as long as we are among people and influenced by them in whatever way, in strong words and advice or weak voices, the spider network around us keeps us in place. When we move from the place the spider net wants us to be kept in it takes a great effort to get out of the net and free ourselves from the influence of evil voices. Yet still when we can achieve that with great determination and courage, we go and live on a lonely island all by ourselves, the burden and information we carry in us from our past as children, possibly from our adult life, will stay be in our memory and influences our mind, our decision making process in one or the other way, stronger or weaker...and it even works from far in our mind and the net that we are connected with through which evil minds can catch and influence us."

"The moment we are educated, we are touched physically and emotionally and our mind is set up to understand and believe in a certain way...we are doomed, isn`t it?" asked Heinz Wohlfarth finishing his Peppermint tea.

"It is indeed difficult and a great job to do to cut off the strings of the past, to get out of the spider net we find ourselves in as we need education and guidance to grow up," answered Moshe Freitag, "but I we want to be the true master of our life, determine our ways in the light of our destiny that is within us and not in other people, neither in their mind nor in their convincing words and actions towards us...only we are the carrier of our destiny, period. Based on this we are truly mandated to realize our situation, we must wake up at a certain point in time and when necessary simply cut off the ties that keep us in bondage and limited. The will to freedom that is embedded in all of us, in each and every one, must work, must push us to the limit to set us free. Like a butterfly we come out to fly, we must fly and not allow anyone to wrap any more strings around us that are not in line with our destiny. Yes, it is hard work...but yes, it is possible...and yes, it needs to be done as long as we want to show ourselves respect and our maker. Someone not interested in it but crawling on low level to have an easy life, that person should do it but not complain if not happy and missing chances to leave a stone behind once gone."

"I hear the bells...ringing so loud!" smiled Heinz Wohlfarth.

"Which bells?" was Moshe Freitag confused and smiled.

"The bells of the future...ringing and calling sweet words into my ears and understanding into others," answered Heinz Wohlfarth laughing out loud.

"To God be the glory!" was Moshe Freitag hugging his German friend.

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