Freedom never comes - Part 45

Heinz Wohlfarth laughed his head off and responded with his own mind: “Do not be that pessimistic as the youth will come out strong and overtake the old generation that is corrupt and keep their people in bondage of tradition and evil spirits. They will set the country free...you watch, and you will see. They love their nations and will fight for them, you watch!"

George Fähnrich stopped and stood still. He looked very serious into the eyes of his Hamburg friend, took his hands, was holding them, put them to his cheeks and said: "Listen to me very well, hear me good! These talks that the youth in Africa will rise up and change the continent for the better, these calls have been in the air for generations past, dead and gone. But nothing has fundamentally changed, no real progress made. I read and hear so many proclamations, I see Arab Spring, I hear the lectures on Pan-Africanism...endless discussions on it, articles written on paper with no results to show that it really works. And most of all, what it really is. Just to say Africa must unite and work together as one body, the youth must rise up against the evil and corrupt establishments, the corrupt elites in their countries...are words blown into the wind but never reality. Why not reality and why not a possible reality? Ask yourself! Words are needed for change; they can move hearts and create followers...but only action counts and improve people´s life. Learning from Arab Spring means to see a new system that will soon become the old system in a new dress, that is all. And why? Before you decide to take your anger to the streets, take your vision to the streets and think well. Arab Spring came unprepared and the consequences in all Arab countries that saw violent clashes and blood in their cities and towns can be well observed today. A vision does not emerge overnight, the impulse, the initiative, yes, that comes in a blitz second. But then it is hard work of thinking and thinking. You must in a big book put your ideas, your great vision on paper, consider all aspects, the idea, the actual structure of a new society in all its aspects, draft a new constitution, have a step-by-step action plan how to implement your ideas, form a shadow government ready to take over and make a great and hopefully relatively smooth transition from the old system to a better one as when you do this violently a counter revolution can easily limit your movements and waste time for a nation for reach the next better level. Therefore, the mind is needed that is wise, not the mind that is angry and violent, that cries out in tears day and night. A winner always stands above the issues and life and looks to the horizon. He is not moved by the pain of today too much but by the dreams of a better life in time to come. Strong and real winners know a price must always be paid for glory and the blood it always at the bottom of each stone in history."

"That means what you are saying is nothing but as for now Africans simply waste their time?" asked Heinz Wohlfarth with great concern on his face.

"That is very true!" answered George Fähnrich with visible tears in his eyes. "And time never comes back!"

"King David and King Solomon...that comes to my mind right now!" cheered Heinz Wohlfarth himself up and smiled all over his face.

"There you have it...history is always in the making when we understand the lessons we went through as mankind! Just learn, see the tools that are at your disposal, select them wisely accordingly to your own situation in space and time; use them for a season and once the season changes use other tools to move on and on, from level to level, higher and higher!" said George Fähnrich. He looked at his wristwatch seeing time was already close for them to head back to Kibbutz Ginegar as the evening meal was soon to be served, something they did not want to miss.

"Hallo...hallo, can you hear me? I am here, down here in your lower parts. I am in the womb that is inside you, the womb you were born with to carry babies and now it is me here that is inside it. Me and not anyone else. Can you hear me as I am speaking to you up there wherever your mind is right now? I know you are resting somewhere on a couch or sofa or so as I do not feel any movement of the body that I am capsuled in, that surrounds me completely. I have never seen your face before, I have never hearted your voice ever before. I have never spoken to you before. But I want to take this opportunity today, right now, to talk to you. And you have no other option than to listen to me. When you and your husband were in the heat of the moment you produced nice, nice eggs and he got his sperm out, forced it into your body to hunt the eggs and make one of them very, very happy to grow fat, big and wide. The eggs got separated one step at a time. The only funny thing is that you never asked me whether or not I want to be here in the first place. I mean, I do understand that you want to feel like a complete woman and use your ability to give birth to the fullest, nothing left out. And I do understand that you want company in your life, someone to take good care of so that later in life that one can take good care of you. But, please for once, sit down with me...sorry, my mistake...I sit down here with you by your choice...sorry, I am so sorry for thinking my own mind. So, please while you relax here and I kick your stomach from the inside very well, please for once think whether you can honestly say to yourself and the entire world and myself down here, that your decision to bring me out soon and show me around the family and friends, to expose me to the society that you can watch on TV right there in front of you. To educate a child is not an easy task, I am telling you from experience. What do I hear from you in your soul talking to me? You mean, I do not know anything that is down here all covered in blood, a cord attached to my belly to get food from you? I am only glad that you do not smoke and drink, otherwise I would be damaged and sick right here, down in your womb. So, let’s talk business then, shall we? So, your soul is telling you I do not know what is going on, what is supposed to happen as I am not even a born baby, just an Embryo growing well in size each day putting a big smile on the face of your doctor looking after your pregnancy, a guy that always puts strange things on your belly when checking me out. How stupid that man thinks that I am. I mean, I know myself very well how I am feeling and progressing. Coming back to the point that I do not know what life all is about. Let me tell you one thing, and listen up, listen very well. Even I am an embryo, mind your understanding of life very well, it does not mean I have never even been here before. Of course, not in this form but when I tell you a secret you will be shocked. Two hundred years ago I was here as a man, a very, very charming man. Some called me a Macho, a Gigolo...oh, trust me, I know ladies very, very well inside and outside...trust me on that. But now that I am back in a new body I came out as a girl I guess when I look down on myself. That thing between my legs...I knew it when I was a man so well and it was really sweet. Now I guess men will like my sugar and enjoy me very well so that I pay for what I once did to them. Yes, of course when I hear your soul talking like you talk to me right now that I broke many girl`s heart...sure, that is true, and I do not feel ashamed of it. Yes, it is possible that now I have to pay the price for all the things I did wrong as I am now a girl to be and a woman that will be chopped by man...and yes, possibly these men will treat me bad so when I come back in whatever years in the future I will return as a better man...maybe, that is possible. But let’s continue on another level, I mean you never asked me to be born, you simply forced it onto me. Maybe I will like it, maybe not, that is possible too. I do not know you from Adam at all. So, I am asking me why it happened, what is the reason, that you give your eggs and your husband his sperm, people I have never known from anywhere. Maybe I would have decided to better be borne by someone else, someone I might have fallen in love right at first sight. So, the situation I find myself today in is basically a gamble, right? Maybe you will be the best parents possible I could ever wish for, maybe you will mess my life up for good. How do I know. I would love to have a choice which two people give life to me, seriously. I am not joking. Yes, I know as I hear your soul speaking loud and clear into my ears, that I have no say in this at all. Babies are not born because they choose to do so but better shut their mouth, get moving, get growing and get out of the womb while the time is ticking to head for the grave and be ashes and dust once more. I know all that, the cycle or life is very much familiar to me. So, as I hear your loud soul defending your decision let me talk business with you again. Here I am, squeezed in this funny thing that you call womb, all the blood around me, fed by you and I constantly get bombarded with your funny ideas about your life and life as such, your emotions, your feelings in every corner of your body; when you laugh, when you smile, when you are down in tears, when you are angry about someone or something...guess what lady, I can feel all that. Down here, and you know it very well my dear lady, I depend on you completely in all aspects of my life. There is nothing I can decide for myself even life is not for you, my life is only for me. And when I am willing, I can share time with you, but it can never be by force in any way...and it will never be by force in anyway. So, my lady, as life is now in my and soon I will come out to prove to you and all the other people out there what I am made of, what I am supposed to do as life is given to me, like it or leave it, simple as that. As I am completely depending on you, you feeding me, the womb around me, the noise you are making in your body, the sound of your heart, your soul that you feed me with and want me to understand your will, your wishes for my life. Guess what, lady, I decide based on my own future, my own mandate, what I will do in life and no one can stop me unless I stop myself. I actually are amazed that I can be here in the warmth of the blood in that nice little something called womb, my bed for nine good months, that I can actually hear myself talking in my own soul. I was originally assuming only when I come out, see the world is so big and wide, see that I am not alone only with you but that are so, so many people I can run to and use them as a mirror to understand my mandate, my destiny better. I always thought only when I see the light of the world, I will finally be able to reflect on myself and understand life`s matters and the matters I will be confronted with to understand who I am and why I am. But now I can actually hear myself talking to my own self...that is funny to me. As it might be, it is somehow great that in few weeks I will be taken out from your womb and walk the next eighty years or so on this planet that you are so proud of to call earth. As I will only walk in my own shoes...I am already excited to see what will be there...what to see, what to expect...I mean after two hundred years being away from human flesh, a soul wondering around in the universe observing from the distance what is going on down here. Oh, my God, that will be exciting times when I walk in my own shoes around the planet and see what life has in stock for me...great. Then I can compare also life in full dependence that I feel here in your womb and life in the light of life...great! So, then I will finally understand...that is great!"

"Oh my God...what a nightmare...what was I dreaming about?" woke George Fähnrich up, looked down on himself, covered in hot sweat that looked like sweating out blood. He put his head into his hands, his heart was pumping and pumping going crazy. He closed his eyes; he opened his eyes. His heart wanted to shout out loud, crying its soul into the world. He was confused, thought to be standing between life and death.

"It is very impressive up here; history is clearly, so evident...I can feel it in every look I take," said George Fähnrich. "When I imagine the story behind this place, a place each year soldiers of this country come to swear their oath in loyalty to the country...a place so full of meaning to humanity, so full of legends...so full of grace." He looked down form the plateau to the Dead Sea underneath their feet sitting at the edge of Masada. The ruins of Masada still speak loud into the hearts and souls of the once that try to understand history, the walk of humans in time and space. The stones crumbed down, history still standing. This ancient place once build by Herodes and completed fifteen years before the birth of Christ Jesus, a place full of Villas in typical Roman style, a retreat from hard work of governing a hostile country supposedly to be the basis for further expansion into the Arab world and Near East. The special attraction for his guest were an impressive swimming pool with all imaginable amenities of that time. A place located in the Judaean desert did it become a refuge eighty years later in the Jewish War. The people up on Masada lived a very simply life, some even did not have enough to eat and drink. As they way up were a challenge always, they had to store food for months and dig for water to be independent from the Romans and others. Life was anything but easy, all it was it protected them from any attacker. The population changed often as life was for many unbearable. When the time came Flavius Silva had set sight on Masada and wanting to bring the place and its people under his control, they refused with great resistance. The Roman had to build up a ramp on which his soldiers were able to reach the plateau. After nearly two years of construction the Romans stood on top of mountain and saw all Jews dead. Before it got more obvious and certain the time would come the Romans would conquer the place the citizen of Masada had decided to commit suicide as they had not wanted to fall in the hands of the enemy and get killed by their hands. Therefore, many of them took to poison. Only one old lady remained able to tell the legacy of Masada as told till today.

"There you can see once more that money rules the world," laughed Heinz Wohlfarth, got up and walked around while touching almost all stones that laid on the ruins of the place. Some loose once he lived up to look at them as if he would look into the face of the one that once had built this walls and houses. He tried to imagine with his inner eyes how it must have been thousands of years back and still here they were standing dressed in different dresses and shoes made in modern factories, made in China or Taiwan, yet nothing much had really changed. From movies seen long time ago he had a physical impression on how people must have looked like in ancient times, how they were walking with simply flat sandals through the streets they had built between the houses, the way they had produced wine and backed bread in oven heated by fire wood and not by gas or electricity.

"What do you mean by that?" asked George Fähnrich and lifted one stone himself meditating over it. "Money still rules the world?"

"The revolt of the Jews not only started as they wanted to set themselves free from the Romans, remember that, but as the Romans increased the tax, that was the time they rose up against them and blood covered the desert!" answered Heinz Wohlfarth with a funny smile on his face even he was not able to explain.

"Give the Romans as the Empire is asking for...you mean that?" reminded George Wohlfarth in his own words the message from the bible.

Heinz Wohlfarth looked over to the cable car they used to come up with while a passage way would have been another option but would have taken too much of their time, to exhausting in the heat of the desert and said: "Jesus Christ was not against tax. He knows a society needs certain intervention for projects that are supposed to benefit the society at large, and that tool is called tax. But tax in the hands of wrong people, of people that have no genuine interest in the local people but having a mindset that tells the whole world that when they are rich and live a luxurious life than of course opposition come up and violence is often the only answer as many people see it. Therefore, here it is evident how much money reigns the waves of space and time, of history and of now. When you consider that nations never go for the best among them, never the best Scientist, Intellectuals, Businessmen, but always settle for the second of third best among them to rule a nation and change the world...you must certainly understand that the full potential of a country and mankind as a whole as so far not yet seen the light of the day. And honestly speaking, I never, not until now, do understand why a people allow to be ruled over by second class people instead of going for their elite in all aspects of their society...I simple never understand that. This applies to all corners of the world at all times."

"Maybe the good once, the real great minds, do not want their hands to get dirty. In a society to move people forward, you sometimes must get your hands dirty. And such a job, dirty hands, is only for people that have not the greatest of minds. Such people are okay, not bad, but not what a society can get and make such people sit on the top to better their lives. Such most talented people rather prefer to stay in their corners and give comments...but their soul and minds will stay clean and sound...no harm done to anyone...just using innocent words of a sound mind," was George Fähnrich suggesting. He walked again closer to the edge of the plateau to look down to check the Sea level of the Dead Sea. To his right a Hotel stood firm and tall while in the backyard of its locals and tourists alike took to the water walking slowly, step-by-step, making sure the salty water would not hit their eyes. Swimming in the Dead Sea is impossible but floating in the salty warm water was for many a great relief suffering from many illnesses. What could not have been cured in their own countries, here they finally found help.

"The other day I was thinking," broke Heinz Wohlfarth the silence they had been in for nearly half an hour overlooking the scenery of the desert all around, "whether education is needed to understand the world!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Now, I met someone recently in the streets of Afula asking me for a house number, I mean whether I know number twenty-four," answered Heinz Wohlfarth.

"Yes, and that surprises you? Maybe he was not familiar with the place!"

"That is most certainly the case," said Heinz Wohlfarth and took small gravel and dust of the ground into his hands and looked at it carefully, "but that man was not only not unfamiliar with the street, I knew instantly, the man was unable to read and write."

"An Analphabetic...that is what you mean?" asked George Wohlfarth taking dust and soil into his right palm while overlooking the desert.

"Yes, that is what I mean. Such people have a strange way to come to you and ask you for direction," answered Heinz Wohlfarth and smiled. "They do not want to be put to shame not knowing how to read and write. As no one is supposed to know they have developed a special kind of strategy to find their way around and through life. If you have no feelings for that you would never know. They are quite clever in that, very friendly, great questions that anyone of us that can read and write could also ask when we are not familiar with a certain location and bus stop."

"Okay...turned George Fähnrich around and looked at his Hamburg friend. "And what is your point?"

"The question that is in my mind ever since is simple. Does a certain degree of academic education and qualification make you understand life´s matters easier and better or is there an inner human instinct that helps all of us to reach the same level of understanding?" responded Heinz Wohlfarth thinking he had made a great point.

George Fähnrich did not comment right away. He overlooked the desert, thinking and thinking. He knows the question raised was very important to understand what was going on in this world; for which an answer needed deep thinking. "education helps a person to understand, a higher education helps a person to dig deeper into life´s matters and a higher education help a person to have tools available that deep thinking is made easier and more understood, more heart more seen and more put into action for the person to have a better and better life always eventually leaving a stone behind."

"Wow...what big words...I am impressed!" was Heinz Wohlfarth astonished, got up and stretched his legs, looking down on George Fähnrich that had no intention to raise up and stand tall. "As education of whatever level is not possible for everyone at all times in all corners of the world...does this mean that only educated, higher educated and most educated people can understand life`s issues and by understanding make the best out of what they know?"

George Fähnrich got up and looked his Hamburg friend right into the eyes and said: "We are all the same, born as babies, innocent as innocent can be. In our mother´s womb we were enclosed completely, had no choice to live or think on our own. This moment in our life was the time in our life in which we experienced the opposite of freedom in the most extreme form. Later in our life we never again have such an extreme experience of dependency of a human or life as such again. The life that follows our delivery into this world is a world full of opportunities, full of decisions, full of noises, full of ups and downs, full of people and their expectations thrown unto us, some as a mirror for us to reflect ourselves in and find the best direction for the next steps in life, some to fulfil aspects of the life of our parents and neighbours that they want us to fulfil for them as for whatever reason they could not have accomplished that goal. So, life is never anything for amateurs, only something for professionals."

"And the answer to my question is?"

"Simple!"

"How simple?" wanted Heinz Wohlfarth to know hoping his Lübeck friend would shake with his answer.

"As not or less educated people find their own way of getting around life, they do nothing but demonstrate the ability of a human to make it through life. So, what these people have is their own understanding of life like we all have our own ways and abilities to learn and come to conclusion, to use what we know for our own good. Therefore a formal education helps you to understand the world of the academia and communicate with certain people on that level, but it never means that people with low or no intellectual education cannot come to the same conclusion about life´s issues like us. Maybe they cannot express themselves like us, but their basic understanding of the issues like truth, freedom, the I in us and all these fundamental questions we are so concerned with...they have the inbuilt capacity to go down the same path like us. For them it might take a bit longer, for some astonishing not much time needed at all, even less than us highly trained people...but all humans are born the same. The moment we leave the enclosure of our mother´s womb, the time in our life of total and complete dependency and see the light of the day, the say and time that moves us ahead and ahead till we finally be dust forever, that moment is the one in our life we understand the most of it as this is the most extreme experience we go through. Always be reminded that human thinking and acting are the products of the opposite. Unfortunately, in that moment we humans do not know anything at all, we have no consciousness, no ability to reflect and based on that to understand. All we have is the capacity and capability to do so, but as both are not trained, not yet matured, we come out of the womb of the mother only crying and grasping for air, that is all. Imagine we could go back to that most extreme moment in our life with the understanding that we have as adults, the capacity to search for the truth of life...guess what we would discover?"

"I do not know!" answered Heinz Wohlfarth with great sceptics that his good friend would be still of sound mind not confused by the place around him.

"So, do I... I mean, no one can understand that...but it is worth trying...isn´t it?" challenged George Fähnrich his Hamburg friend with wisdom in his eyes. "Should someone not try to find that out how it would be to go back to that moment in our life to understand the ultimate truth about freedom? Wouldn´t it?"

"You must be mad, my friend," stepped Heinz Wohlfarth aside and looked at his friend from head to toe. "You are standing here and telling me that you want to go back into your mother´s womb? How crazy, how mad is that idea! You are a full fetched young man, looking smart and seem to be of certain intellectual capacity...and capability, not to miss that mark...and you seriously make such a joke with me? Oh, God have truly mercy on your people!"

George Fähnrich was no longer able to be serious. He put his two hands on the shoulders of his friend from Hamburg and laughed and laughed his head off nearly spitting into his face. "Sorry, I did not mean to water you!"

"We are people mandated to find out the truth about ourselves and life as large but as hamster people eventually will never find the final, the absolute answer and when close to it even destroy what we are looking for. And all these to bring out; everything that is still hidden in us but that has always been with us."

"Sad hamster people?" laughed George Fähnrich.

"I think it gives us a reason to live and to make others life after us always, for generations, seemingly meaningful and useful and give the impression that life has no ending...so there is hope in this spinning of the wheel in which we hamster people run and run," came Heinz Wohlfarth to his timely conclusion.

"So that our life has a meaning, I suggest to you with all my heart...lets go and get ourselves ice-cream and cake!" directed George Fähnrich his friend to the entrance to Masada where there was a little kiosk standing to sell everything tourists desire to buy.

While enjoying his ice-cream, vanilla and chocolate flavour made by the nearest factory, Heinz Wohlfarth wanted to know: "Do you like your life? And... would you like to live again?"

George Fähnrich nearly dropped down his ice-cream surprised by a question never heard before and said after he got back his senses: "Do I have a choice?"

"What do you mean?"

"I have no choice...all I have is life...that`s it!" answered George Fähnrich. "As long as you have no option, this question is basically useless. Life was given to me whether or not I like it, that does not matter. It is there, I live, and I have to do the best out of it as best as I can...simple!"

"That means...you are not free!"

George Fähnrich stopped eating his ice-cream, looked at Heinz Wohlfarth, looked down to his feet under the table, looked up into the skies and round the plateau confessing: "I have no choice as life is given to me in the way I have received it...and in that sense I am not free. I am only free...or can make myself believe I am free to whatever extend in between the two poles of free and not free...but free as such only can be when I can decide for myself who I want to be and which mandate I should carry in my soul. I am born and made not by my own will and decision, but born and in the past and once created...so I can decide to go left or right but I cannot decide to live or not and I cannot stop time that drives me forward again and again until time finally sets an end to my life. Even that I am not free to choose. So how can I be free? I can only imagine in my dreams and my hopes to be free...each day with understanding of life´s matter more and more...that´s it!"

"Yes, you are right!"

"I mean...they are so stupid...and so many people follow them!"

"Very true...and very sad!"

"So, then why did they do it?"

"I guess they had not many phantasies and wanted to give a cold something a warm heart!"

"This is the most likely explanation!"

"But I guess if they have wanted, they could have come up with another name!"

"Human brain is very creative when...yes, when used and use well."

"You honestly make me laugh, my friend!"

"It is better to laugh...I guess...than to be down in tears!"

"Most certainly, in that aspect I support you always!"

Heinz Wohlfarth was happy to be supported by his Lübeck friend as for long he had always run the race against human stupidity and ignorance. they sat down under the olive tree in the darkness of the night. The cotton field in front of them laid in complete darkness, no more little cotton to be seen breaking the darkness of the night. The week had passed with no spectacular events, no more bombings in the news, no more threats from either side of the border. Peace had come to town. "Artificial Intelligence simply does not exist!"

"In that we agree completely. These Engineers and business folks that want us to believe that machines have a human touch and should be embraced by us like brothers and sisters...I mean that is madness, pure madness. Machines are machines and not anywhere or any who close to human beings. They are not intelligent, they are advanced, that it all. And artificial they are not as machines are machines and that is very concrete and not artificial. as much as these people want to turn the tables in the end they will never succeed and make us ever believe these advanced machines can be anyway closer to us as our brothers or sisters or even overtake us and rule the world for us...nonsense!" George Fähnrich laughed his head off.

"You are right!" agreed Heinz Wohlfarth and stretched his legs, sat down again, and smiled. "This are machines, human made, information put in them by humans that are never perfect, so their machines are never perfect. This information and programming the machines use to collect more information and improve on their starting time. So, by time they can perform more tasks than when they were launched. They can perform constantly with no emotional ups and downs, that is all. What this machines do not have are vital abilities and characteristics such as self-reflection, inspiration, they have no mandate, no destiny, they cannot decide between right and wrong on their own will but on their own programming, they have no will, they cannot understand what is truth, what is the I in them, have no sense of freedom to understand the world and be free in whatever way to have a better life or at least the feeling of a better life and so on. All that these machines are not capable of and by nature of machines and human beings they will never be. They are nothing but highly advanced helpers of mankind, not more less, simple."

"It all comes down to marketing and profit-making!" said George Fähnrich and laughed his head off as well. "These Engineers think that they are the Elite of the Economy and that everyone is supposed to dance to their tune. But guess what, my friend, they are all mistaken. God is the only force that has superior powers...and he is even not in human flesh or any other form than a spirit. And we humans are made in his own image for which reason we have a mind, a soul and a spirit located in our working machine, our brains. Machines have no soul, no spirit and no personality based on all these factors. One is like the other, assembly line products in far limited form that humans on earth. I mean, how stupid can someone be to proclaim that machines are anything near to intelligence.!"

"These people doing it are not very intelligent!" said Heinz Wohlfarth and both laughed their heads off. "Because they are not so intelligent, they want their machines to look intelligent as parents want their children to be more intelligent and more successful in life...that is all!" said George Fähnrich will giving Heinz Wohlfarth a High Five.

Silence filled the air. They know deep in their soul that something was about to happen but did not want to voice it out. After months of discussions about life`s matters thy only needed to look into each face to know what the other one had wanted to say. But the last secrets of their hearts they kept for themselves. The time in Israel would come to an end in the next days and both would return back to Germany. That is what they both knew. George Fähnrich would leave his bike behind and try to find freedom in his own home country, his hometown of Lübeck and implement what he had seen and felt there. That is what had come to his mind. He thought he had made peace in his heart and soul with life and its issues.

"Xenophobia is another side of strange human behaviour;" said Heinz Wohlfarth out of the blue. George Fähnrich looked at him with great surprise. "I mean in South Africa there are people that suffer under the actions of the White Man, black workers, yet they go out and destroy shops and the livelihoods of other Blacks that come from other African countries to make a living as in their own countries they cannot have a safe life and make money. So, people that feel the pain of economic hardship and political oppression they themselves chase other Blacks that have come from inside Africa, are of their own colour and suffer the same. I mean, this makes you somehow wonder whether people really learn from their very own experiences in life and whether a society is capable to break this chain and learn for the future, for a better life for all humans."

"I have my serious doubts that this will ever be possible," lowered George Fähnrich his hand and touched the soil. "Humans are so egoistic, they have the inbuild need for survival. Let’s face it," he turned to his Hamburg friend and showed him the dust he had picked up, "as long as we walk on earth as humans with all that we are, our strength and weaknesses, we at the end of the day, have to make sure we survive, that is our mandate given. As long as our heart is beating, we can breathe, and we can think...we must ensure this is for us and for us only to stay alive. We are not born with another person, we are not born for another person, only by another person...so that very simple and basic instinct in us makes us have to survive whatever it takes and how ever possible. That is in us, that basic information and the power that comes with it. So, when it comes to our relationship and interaction with others, we can only see this on top of what our basic instinct is. Not as a luxury but as a second phase of us having to life. Based on that you might understand, even not easy to appreciate, that these people do what they do and in other corners and times of the world it is not much different. Also check out on a higher-level what Blacks in Africa do against White people, I mean there is daily racism against us on the black continent. So, no one should try to challenge me on that and falsely claim that there is nothing like that as it all depends on power structures of which Africans have none. It is all a personal, an individual attitude to which extend a single human being is capable to overcome his own egoism and see the whole picture of human life and humanity that should be in all of us that have undergone a certain degree of education. But one thing is always funny and interesting to me...which is the aspect that Media Houses of the White Man systematically ignore the black racism against White only demonstrating and firing against White that are raciest against Blacks with one eye kept blinded and closed. I am of the view that these Media Houses do great harm to themselves and the fight to eradicate racism from these earths all together. I know this subject is not very popular and does not bring votes for Politicians and no buyers for newspapers at newspaper stands, I’d understand all that. But in the end to be blinded and walk half naked with your brain through space ad time...that does not really change the situation rather discredit the Media Houses and Activists they report about. We are all born equal and when someone does something wrong against anyone because of his colour regardless of the corner and time he finds himself in, then all these must be equally addressed and changed for good."