World of Youth - World vanishes South (not published)
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It should be a pleasure, writing about the own Youth - and especially so when grown up in times after the Second World War, surrounded of richness of the best part of town in a rich country - when being poor as family. Father was at times without a job and in an asylum. Mother worked like hell, cleaning up the villas of richest Junk around my home town, leaving her children for themselves, who would find a lots of adventures in the streets, still almost empty from traffic at those times, in the Old Town, at the Long Street, looking for reality and life in the big City, on the lake, in the woods, at the airport, at the lost terrains and breaking down old houses - One big paradise.
The first memories: Figures of humans in a smog-world, later faces to be recognizable. Same for all material matters, slowly you come into this world, you accept all, you are related to this Being. Most humans lose their naivety of natural behaviour, creep in the asses, ready made, of Popes, VIPs, politicians, big chiefs and other idiots. The "Simple People" who elect some Berlusconi, Bush or Obama, Blair or Sarkozy or Merkel, some Hitler of Stalin or Mao, function like robots on exactly this level of intellect, until their far to fast coming death.
They are stupid and want it to be. The most refined numbers, above all our Elite, will learn in youth, that they stand above "all others", what is exactly as dull as the "Picture of Life and World" of the Poor and Oppressed. There are in fact very, very few spirits - and they can do it: Independence in thinking, being open to relativity of being, in a given Chaos of a Planet, in an unknown Universe. Perhaps - One person out of a billion understands, what he is thinking, what thinking really means.
When looking back over my Youth, there was no damage from the times having been a "Verdingkind" (Child given as a thing) on the lost country-side, far behind my home-town, in a little place with only three farmers houses for about 15 people, 30 cows, 3 dogs, 12 cats, 12 pigs, three Rapids and one Tractor and not one personal car. A Paradise! And early sex, and 8-classes in one school-room, to say pupils of the age of 6 to 14 in one single room - and here, based on my intellect, I learnt the stuff of all classes at once.
Marvellous ,the remembering of the endless wideness of the horizons, high up on these pre-alpine hills, and the total "Do-what-you-wish", hard work, an old bike, skiing and slating, wondering about in all fields and forests, loving all animals, seeing how they are hit and tortured and one big Blow - and the animal goes down to earth, after a very short time they called "Life" - yes, Death and life, just separated by a nano-second.
The famous mendacity of grown up stupids, false promises, false Christmas Santa Clauses, they will throw the young folks in their big bags under big laughter, false Jesuses and religion all over, the School-Theatre playing Jesus, Maria and hell, the Christmas child having brought peace all over a murdering World War with Auschwitz - my God, all those fairy-tales of idiotic adults, we as young folks were forced to believe in----
Playing like the later bankers - the females with their puppets and the males with killing and torturing play-stations out of China and Korea - Education do become nuts to the max, already when being a child.
Then all the Gods, forced upon us, in
And never forget the fine Forefingers, pointing on the rare persons who were able to think, by all of those "Adults" who were nothing but tall - when in fact nothing but grown-up children of zero intellect.
And this principle even stands as Maxim for assholes like "Yes-we-can" Obama - copier of the unbelievingly stupid politics of a Junk named GW Bush.
My God - all this was the ready-made Fast-Food of future, during my childhood - and astonishing enough: I saw it coming, this reality, during the time some odd Camus and Sartre just were on the way, to blow their intellectual fairy-tales of nothing in the brains of people who would never learn to think and understand properly the real problems on Earth.
And finally, I could come back home again, in the City, being called a "Peasant's SAP" and was nearly slaughtered on the way home from school, until I realize I disposed of more force and speed than the rest and now it's up to me, nearly to kill the attackers - and today, I would kill them for merely looking in funny ways in my direction. Like I hate them all, the rich assholes out of "Good Families", all of these Bonus-bankers and politicians, who are not able to do more than pretend, they are humans too.
Well, no, this all was only half of the truth. In Times of my childhood, I was too indistinct. Today, it is easy for me, to describe a possible World of Thoughts of a child, as if I had been capable to do so, at those early times in life, pretend I would have known ALL facts of life already. - when I knew nothing yet at all.
And after all, I had three Brothers. But only with Rene, some seldom intimacy was there, when we horrified the whole quarter - and later on, he went as Rhine Skipper into the world, influenced by the books of Jack London, with all those South Sea stories and adventures on Whale-fish cutters.
Finally, Swissair brought this seaman at Sea back from Mombasa, and during one year he kicked the bucket in most terrible ways under cancer. I knew now, what life would offer to any one - an early, a middle-aged or a late Death - and nothing else instead.
Yes, it is very good to know - the break of life can come any time. You only become an intelligent creature, knowing you have unique talents, when knowing of the unique chance of being on this planet, just for a very short while, in just one period of time in history, to be in THIS reality and no other one in a million of years.
And if he can do IT, he will do IT, he will write about IT - with his talents, given to him by God in the times, also given by God.
THIS is what I knew now - at the end of my own youth - and it was good so: Now I could, contrary to 99,999999 percent of the rest, become a real "Adult", I could start with a life of a real person, after all of this Wishy-Washy of my childhood. All of this was now behind me - but to be present and remembered any day anew, not hidden, on the contrary, to be used as a building stone of Life - until my soon coming hour of Death.
And somehow, my youth was the youth of all of you. Don't be mistaken: All children get in fact the same chances for development. The decision is taken later on, what you do with your treasury of youth. You can get down in stupidity, staying a child during a life-time. There are not many chances not to become stupid when grown up. All you really want, is how to become rich, famous, important - it was given, this stupid idea, already as a child - "You can become SOME ONE" - However, most get nothing for good reasons.
The result, however, of Youth, can be recognized only very late in life.
It is only a pity, the independence of thinking will only be given to one single person out of several millions - and most of the time, only as little number, without any chance to be known by the big masses, will dispose of this talent. Well, the breakthrough of geniuses - just forget it for all times…
And all the others are the eternal automats, real robots or ET:
They speak like the masses, the are aping after some Elites of VIPS, they think like the rotten rich and powerful scrap, without ever getting that richness and power, they all have these terrifying perpetrators-brains and not feelings for the victims, they could become any time, just by coincidence, slaughtered by those monsters - and it does not make any difference, it those monsters come from the rich Elite and from dull Slum-idiots.
The difference is - speaking in philosophy - marginal.
And now we have this gift of real existence - all through, in our present times----
Yes, often I think back to the "glory times of youth" - how archaic all was in those far distant years. It reminds me of those most remote area in China today. At those times, you seemed to be happy, just because being without illness - and because there was enough food. You could feel the nearness of your animals, you lived in your one area of freedom, but also you made the experience of being totally depending from the good will of all other farmers - when still being far away from today's terrible world of rotten politicians in all Lands.
This indifference of "civilized" Town folks, be it in Zurich, Berlin, London, Paris, New York, Beijing, Tokyo or else, was still far away - and the experience of total cynicism of the idiots of Cash at Wall Street and City of London, was nothing but a distant fairy-tale.
We all had to go through THIS - our Youth, all of the children. But only very, very few were successful in becoming during life-time a true, non-childish, Adult - responsible for his own independent thoughts and doings.