Venus In Virgo People Ignore

spurensuche - part two

In the village they might not particularly sea level. He had never worked in his life something decent and be a chatterbox, a communist and also not a church-goer - they said. visit

reason enough for the young, the remote witch's house during the holidays. When the old man in the candlelight raised his wine glass (television, radio or electric light, he had not), came before him like an initiation.

said they often until after midnight. Many things he did not understand. The pathos of migrant birds in the movement remained a stranger. NN's also almost bernhardesk * acting love-hate for the Church. How deeply had the "Cologne Jung" from Catholicism to be marked that he was exerting it for life? The church was his mother - he does not go came from her.

But one thing he did: Here bowed an era that had failed with their ideals (and openly admitted), in an adolescent. And this in a mixture of curiosity and respect - attitudes that missed the country pastor in the church after his conversion Milleu often. There, an aging defense establishment dogged the "aggiornamento-church", the failure even of the secular public has long been recognized. And m it all means - with pressure from "below" and with the prospect of a cushy positions from "above" - the boys wanted to make extras to living a lie.

This night calls - they were my novitiate, he sees the rotten hut, which is now being used by a rapacious heirs as "House" (what a word) you have. taught me more than the embarrassment of my seminary education. An ex-Communist - he has taught me the self-denying attitude towards the younger generation. For this I am eternally grateful to him.

Shortly before his death was followed by NN the now close-cropped again seminarians in the Cathedral of a liturgy. The usually talks - remained strangely silent. He looked like a helpless child that his mother has lost and just want to go home. This view - he will never forget.

NN Where now? May he be allowed to go home - waiting for the mother. Thank you, Immaculata. Also the stubborn - they remain, yet your children.


* Thomas Bernhard (1931-1989), Austrian writer.