An emmigrant's dream of Liberty!

[wittstar]

An emmigrant’s dream of Liberty

I fell in love with Liberty
Nourished by the sounds of the BBC
Then took an oath to Democracy
But flied erroneously to Germany
Thinking the nazis were history
Was victimized by the network of treachery
Of the loyal german bourgeoisie.
Thus almost burried my dream of Liberty
In the total institutions of Germany
But kept my balance and equanimity
And my oath to Democracy
Praying Germany practices generosity
Towards daily dreamers like you and me
Naïve people from the Minority
Who,thinking the nazis were history
in the Berlin statue of Victory
Projected their dream of Liberty

American @ European chorus of the year 2058

Poor Albanian émigré counted the granting of a scholarship
As a reliable sign of true friendship
He took the Berlin statue of Victory
For a german statue of Liberty
He surely acted erroneously
Thinking the nazis were history
Trusted the vulgar german bourgeoisie
And was victimized by the loyalty
Of the haughty german bourgeoisie
Which irrespective of peoples and diversity
Almost destroyed his personality
And his childhood dream of Liberty
In the total institutions of Germany
But he kept his oath to Democracy
And prayed that nazis become ancient history
In a World of Love and Liberty
Which is now our Reality

Author Wittstar -Hadleyburg,20.October,2007


Was reading notices and remarks in this forum on the topic of Liberty.Wanted to add my remarks to that topic yesterday but then said to myself I need to reflect upon it in quietness and then express myself.
As I child and a young man for me,an Albanian citizen who was living in an ambivalent situation in Tirana of the 60s and the 70s Liberty meant first and above all a time in the future when I could meet my Father,a political prisoner without destroying the life of my sisters and of my Mother.
Than without me intending it as a 17 years old young man I came into conflict with the regime because of my love of philosophy and literature,of books in general and of my ignorance of the fact
that some books were in the forbidden list of the regime.
After that conflict which made me,like my Father another black sheep of the family and of the whole city,my dream of Liberty extended to reveries of another time and place where books were not forbidden,where conversations were not chess games with you trying all the time to escape the determination of the many provocateurs to get you into jail.I imagined Liberty something of the future where things would have changed so much as no one would point any more to me with his finger,which was a terrible experience for me any time I dared to walk out of my appartment,and which as I observed also other people in my social position(condemned poets and artists) caused among other things severe psychosomatic health problems,like contracted shoulders,black spots in the hands and the lips like you see only among people with organic cardiac diseases.All my youth I was an outcast,stamped a political deviant,most all the people I knew turned their back to me,and behaved like I had become the invisible man,except for a very few young men who are now themselves emmigrants in the US and who have affirmed their capacities and who seem to have been blessed for their good heart they showed towards people of my position at that time.
Under those circumstances I decided I would abandon the communist school system and would never go again to the gymnasium though I had only finished only the first two levels,1,2.And I did so for one year starting work at a cars and trucks repair workshop.
But then the mother of one of those few who were still nice to me,Arsino the wife of an ex-Albanian diplomat to France,talked to me like no adult of her position had talked to me till that time,breaking all the rules of political correctness to persuade me to at least follow an evening or mail school which finally I did,studying simultaneously philosophy and languages on my own.
My dream as a student was to become a translator from foreign languages to Albanian.But as one who graduated from the languages branch of the Albanian University at that time I found a job in a publishing house where I and all my colleagues were asked to translate from Albanian into the foreign languages.Most of us had never been out of the borders of our country,not even for a single hour.So you could call the task mission impossible.At that time I greatly wished I were given the liberty to study for some years in an English or german speaking country.Many times they talked about scholarships for studies abroad but we were given none.And the political cadres who led the publishing house did their best to frustrate people like me in our professional ambitions of qualitative progress,ignoring us almost completely and even preferring to be reluctant in giving us tasks which would at least justify our salaries.I was warned by someone that that was a tactic they applied in order to tell you later that you were not the man for the job.Suffice to say that after my first two years in that publishing house I felt so frustrated from the very few tasks I was given,that I even went to a top party cadre at the CC of the PL(the father of our ex ambassador to the US) and asked him whether he knew that I worked in the institution which was under his controll.He answered not only he knew it,but he was very enthusiastic about what he had heard about the level of of my work,which was a sheer lie,because as I said,I was given only two tasks during a whole two years period.I told him I earn my money without being given work,and that all I wanted was that he give the order that I should be given the chance to justify the salary which I got at the end of the month.Inspite of his loud theatrical behaviour they changed only tactics.They continued systematically their frustrating strategy till 1988.Later I read a book entitled
"Stasi intern",when in Germany and I realised that my experience there had been part of the system's treatment of deviants.
When I came to Germany my dream was to finally have the chance to study at a Western University.I felt very glad when I got a scholarship from the Friedrich-Ebert Stiftung,and dedicated all my time to the lectures,the seminars,and the libraries.You know the rest.If not read some or if you like all of Wittstars notices in this forum.All what I have published in this forum and on other internet websites I have done to:
1.Voice the truth
2.Thinking that by telling my story to the others the wounds of the past might get cured somehow,or at least might become easier as a burden in the memory.
3.To give an example to other emmigrants Albanians or others,who happen to read my notes,and who might have had their own terrible experiences of injustice in some Western or Eastern country.To all my message is the same: Exploit all the means you find,(internet forums,or publication of books) to denounce the injustice that was done to you.But never fall in the hands of the enemies of the West or of Christianity,who might try to exploit your legitimate indignation to their own ends using you like cannon fodder against America or its allies( extremist islamic groups etc),in which case you would act against the interests of your own people,thus denying yourself,and your families.
No wound,however painful it might be,is worth of destroying the life of other people.
The cure is at hand.Just talk or write about it.
This is all for this time.Till next time

Wittstar

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Humpty Dumpty's Recitation

In winter,when the fields are white,
I sing this song for your delight
In spring,when woods are getting green,
I'll try and tell you what I mean.
In summer,when the days are long,
Perhaps you'll understand the song:
In autumn,when the leaves are brown,
Take pen and ink,and write it down...-Author Lewis Carroll