10 Years Commemoration Ceremony – Master of Ceremonies – The clouds are coming from home!

Prayer and Meditation

The clouds are coming from home behind the red lightning bolts. But father and mother have been dead for a long time, no one there knows me anymore. How soon, how soon the quiet time will come, then I rest too. And the beautiful solitude of the forest rustles above me and no one knows me here anymore. Now and then, of course, hours come.

And what you never consciously felt, it rains into your heart like a gray rain, and like a shy beggar you stand still, peering furtively through the hedges, behind which they sit and chat and laugh, happy people within happy ones clothes … chatting, laughing, singing and kissing so lightly, so cheerfully.

Commemoration Ceremony - 10 years

As if there weren't all the difficulties that you lack so much strength in! Whether the fight you speak of and all the toil and worry... nothing! Vain fantasies about which you grieve and torment yourself! and as if everyone who sits there so happily and sings and plays, dances and kisses has long since fulfilled what you think of as the last thank you, as the final reward for years full of struggle and pain...

And like a gray rain it rains into your heart and like a beggar you push yourself from there lonely your lonely way. Windows where I once saw the landscape with you in the evening are now bright with a strange light. Path still runs from the gate where you stood without looking back. Then down into the valley. At the turning point your pale face threw up again on the moon. But it was too late to call. Dark - silent - still air falls around the house as it did then. You took all the joy with you.