People are moving here and there like flies awoken from winter hibernation. I don‘t care, I know that there is event ahead. Obviously peculiar event – by the free will people will work on the place where two generations ago order and fist were the only reasons for work. Nun gut. We came, were given some instructions where to go and what to dig. Those ones who didn‘t join the guided tour start digging and it felt to me that the spiritual atmosphere suddenly changed like something connecting extended between us. So we cleaned up the part of the cellar where the Hungarian jewish women had been beaten awfully in 1944 — and we started digging there. In the afternoon the “chainsaw guy” (Michael) came and told us to obbey him and help him to carve figures and things from the wood or he would carve it from us… We did. Blisters and talks with Michael about beer and questions of immigration. Sehr gut. I told him I had not expected so many turkish people living in Germany I heard some arguments I didn‘t expect to hear and I am still not sure whether I like them or not. Talking about integration, questions of different cultures living together… In the early evening we went to a restaurant to have pizza and some talks, talks, talks. Afterwards Michael made a guided tour for all of us through the garden with a lot of very conceptual sculptures. Still fresh feeling. Feeling of irreality, illogically of the fact that me, grandgrandson of a soviet soldier who died in KZ is sitting here in the middle of Deutschland and feel nothing against Deutschlanders. The fact I like…
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