Once a year the school children of the whole town in the evening, her pillows and stuffed animals and make it in the darkened class room. Then you wait for the story; the Reading, the parents take on most of the time. “We also have rights” was the theme this year, I had chosen a story from Ferdinand von Schirach, a German lawyer, observations from the courtroom. The Story is called “The hedgehog” and plays the Lebanese gangsters in Berlin. Karim is the Youngest in a family of thieves and drug dealers, a slender Boy who says nothing, his big, muscular brothers just call him “Dumb”.
One day, starts to talk to Karim, as a witness before the court, and kept one of his brothers in front of a long prison sentence. The Big people do not realise how brilliantly he has his appearance by thought. Because of the “Stupid” is in fact a mathematical genius. He earned his money not with the gun, like his brothers, but on a Computer, with speculation on the stock market. Karim studied the lives of citizens and has a nice girlfriend, but his gangster family knows nothing – Karim has taken the set of archilochus to the heart, that “the Fox many things to know, but the hedgehog only one big one.” And Karim is a hedgehog.
You learn more about the life, if you focus on one thing.
“has wrote Those words over two thousand years ago a Greek Poet,” I said to the children. “He means that you don’t learn more about life if you are bogged down yourself.” We always come back to the ancient Greeks, I thought, and regretted the Moment that I – all Fox have moderately – deselect advised their own children, in middle school the ancient languages.
this evening we were still in Samigo in the case of Sami, the Palestinians. It glittered, pounded, steamed, Sami has made from the Quai 61 is an oblique Variété. Where you are in Zurich, this mix of fun fair and Autonomous youth centre, but it is precisely this mix is the DNA of the city, it took a Palestinian to understand the. In the middle of the hustle and bustle, a friend told me that his mother is Dying. I understood him because of the loud music, “so strange, you’re in the hospital, you go to the office, you’ll end up here, and everything has its place.”
“We’re floating,” I said. “We have lost the rudder.” My friend nodded. Like the foxes, I thought. In doing so, we would be as happy as the hedgehog.
Miklós Gimes lives in Zurich, is the author and Director. For the “Tages-Anzeiger” he writes every week in the city’s history.
Created: 10.11.2019, 18:18 PM
