Evening Sun in Garden Corner

Crisis, bloodshed, horror. You feel disgusted as you awake in a world which is dominated by bad news, fanaticism, senseless suffering, lack of compassion. Would I mind if it has always been the same old song? You feel powerless and unhappy enough as you see no way to bring any effective change into this situation.


Does that mean you have to leave all that agony going on and retire into your private paradise in splendid isolation? No. Because as you look outside and see that beautiful old harbourtown of Karlshafen down at the riverside, you remember the bloody times of persecution of the Huguenots in France. Out of tolerance and farsighted economic vision an entire asylum town was build out of nothing. Out of nothing? There was money and power to invest. And well, Karlshafens stone walls surrvived the ages, two world wars, flooding. After prosperity, there was crisis and poverty, dark times. Every day anew, hitherto unknown initiatives were born, risks were taken, people fell in love and children played alongside the river.

Tonight we saw a splendid firework lightening through the darkness over the river. A pale moon looked on from a distance. Have a good night you reader, tomorrow there will be a new chance to awake.