home is people

the time has been intense
somehow people all over the world seem to be able to play basketball, soccer or chess
we always found something to do together

and they told us how the Yesidis get under a series of violence attacks in Iraq
a year ago on the 14th of August 2007 the villages El Khatanijah and El Adnanijah got attacked by suicide bombings
over 500 people died

we lit some candles for his killed brother and friends
they wanted us to know about it
and I realised I had never even really heard of this religious group
has it been big in the media, as it should be?

and the young guys from Iran who don´t see any future for themselves
there
and so many more stories

and easy times with painting the walls and lots of laughing


It was soo nice to come home after this time
having a real bed and shower
and big windows
its so beautiful here

vivi wrote on the blackbord in our flat for us:
"mein zuhause kommt nach hause"
(my home is coming home)
yes

it´s just pure happiness

as we painted altogether this huge paper
the small kids with green hands
lots of hearts with arabic names in it
"love russia"
and
"love for all, hatred for none"
yes, it sounds hippie and we don´t care

big handclapping when we hang it up in the café of the
asylum seekers centre

the men from syria started to sing so beautifully in the night
and we gathered all around dancing and clapping
man, how i loved it

the girl from the states has spend the whole evening talking to the old lady who recently fled from Iraq, it seemed to be good for both

the russian workcamp participants hanging out a lot with the young people from tschetschenia,

and we are just standing here and it feels like a dream coming true
I feel at place in the middle of all these amazing people,
and it seems like the majority has this experience too

"when you guys are here, i don´t care about what has happened in the past
and don´t worry about the future, I just live in this moment"
i just feel gratitude, that we can give each other these moments

week two to go

the summers

suomi has been nice
very light, relaxing and foody
some strange people let me pick tons of strawberries on their field for little money as i asked them
the countryside has been full of violet flowers
and a kid asked on the airplane: "mama, why are there so many trees here? And why is it all needle tress?" (Are there short answers for that?)
(Mama, where do seeds come from? From bread!)

Saw the crazy anime.freak finnish teenagers on streets,
met an philipine nanny,
a small boy speaking finnish and french asking me why i´m not able to do the same, i said: well i never learned, he kept on asking me why and finally you end up really asking yourself: yes, why the heck did they not teach us all the languages in the world...

back in saksa
today: start of the workcamp
there they are all downstairs now
we all try to communicate somehow
the taiwanese guy with excellent english watched how we make our slices of breads to do so himself
I have never seen anybody washing apples that carefully.
The quiet russians, the extroverted spanish girls ("I am desaster"), the so US girl, and an always smiling swiss boy
loking forward to what the next weeks will bring