No child of mine

The other day I posted on Facebook a picture of me older then 15 years. It was part of the "Fotochallenge" where you have to post for five days each day one picture of yourself from a time 15 years and longer ago. Quite funny as most of us have to actually look out for the real photos and make a pic of them to get them on the computer or laptop. Yes, there was a time we only could make the pictures that way and we have been more careful in the way when we made one. It was to expensive to waste a photo. 

Anyway it made me think again of how a family is made and how much we discuss this these days and that some people still only call the so called traditional family a family- meaning : mother, father and a child or two. They say only this version leads to a lucky and happy life and only this way makes you a good human. 

Of course this is such bullshit as you always had different family constellations and those have been all good and children are able to enjoy life. 

I mean what is important for a child? Having two parents like mother and father as such or ... having a loving parent and someone you can trust and look up to. Someone who teach you important things in life and will listen when in need. 

Is it bad for children to have a father and a mother who are working mornings and evening and nights and have not much time left? Is it bad when a girl grows up at her fathers house with only him to look up to and he works full time? Is it bad when both parents travel along and take the kid with them and each time it has to get used to a new school? Is it bad when a grandmother or aunt takes care of you instead of a mother and a father? Is it bad when you grow up in a children's home?

No, all children can have a happy time, may it be hard sometimes and may they see the person who takes care of them not that much, but as long those people give love and really care and listen and teach and see you as a precious, you will become a good human of course. 

Thieves and murderer have come out of functional families and so called traditional families. 

They are in no way a guarantee that a child will be happy, a good human, someone we will look up to. 

And no child cares itself about who the person is, if the person is gay, women, man, old or young. All they want is to be able to trust you, to find home at your side and someone to ask and please for help, someone who will show and teach them.

Bad things happen in every family, no matter how the family is made. Yes, that means that no version is the best. No version is the only one and right one and as many call the traditional family of mother and father and two children- they forget that the first family they say they look up to and is the role model (Maria and Jesu...) they live after- actually has two dads and a mother who got a child in no typical naturally way (no sex) and had only one child. The model those people claim is actually very young and the most time of mankind we had all kinds of families. 

So... to all with different families- let's stay happy and never let anyone tell you, you are worth less, worthless or not real. 

LOVE & LIGTH

The mechanic horse

Europa is very much like this mechanic horse which is standing in Berlin at the central station as an art sculpture. It once was functional and moving but with time it went slow and people then forget to repair it to make it go on and so it is now standing still and not moving anymore.

This sculpture has many faces, sad and lucky which once use to change and now you only see the sad face. Irony it is when I think, it matches Europe very well.

Europe once started as an idea and then became reality and became bigger but like the horse which was once an idea and became reality and bigger, people forget that all things must be cherished. Like your home where you have to clean and wash and throw away and buy new, where you have to paint the wall once in a while and look out for the technic to stay functional.

Yes, very much like with this horse it was nice and good in the beginning even thought, there have been always those who warned about the future of it and question the horse itself and its reason.

So Europe, a bunch of countries who should be a strong community when it is about money, politics and peace became a reality which looks different now as many forgot they have to work together and really cherish for the mechanics inside. All technic has to work as each part is important to make the whole functional. Now we hear a lot of screaming, squeezing and loud noises which do not sound that good. It is because far to many of the actors in this spectacle have forgotten that they should have done some research earlier and had to talk to each other more truthful.

But this crisis is a good thing as it make us remember that things can only get better, if we all act in the same manner. But what manner is right? Here we have some ugly facts. Some want the money, the power but not the work.

To not tell this, the loudest voice is always to hear from those who want you to overlook their miss. Stay blind to the fact that there is no turning back is what we experience in many ways. The propaganda play is on in every country and making it all look as it is the others fault. The bashing against Brussels is always on as long it does not seem so good what was made as a new rule, even though each member said yes. Was it your idea it is always a good Brussels but if not this town and the house of politic is always to big, to slow to stupid and to many rules we don't understand. The truth is, it is not that big if you look how big your countries bureaucracy is and how many members per inhabitant they have. Much more. Much, much more and even less outcome and worse. But yes Brussels has a problem to communicate it's politic and this is the fault of our own politics.

Yes, so many countries are not easy to get on line but it is possible if only all of them want the same. But as I mentioned, some only wants the money but not the responsibility. So lies are what you read and hear from them. Most don't say it aloud but they do think the problems of others have nothing to do with them, even thought they should know better as each bigger problem is a problem for all European. But to see this fact you have to have your eyes open and to admit that some countries came in with a situation well known as not so good. But we wanted to stay blind. 

Now after Greece  and Charlie H. we stand in front of another challenge. They say it is one of the biggest crisis with migrants we ever had, even though we already know from newspapers and Facebook and other sides and ways that this is not exactly true. It is sure a very big crisis for the European Union. As it shows where we really stand and that you can't stay away from making things work and go on. You see now that the technic has not been looking after for far to long and people seems to wonder how could this happen, even know they know how but choose to forget. 

That many eastern countries don't want migrants into their countries, is not really new. But now we face the fact as we must find a way all together to deal with this big amount of refugees who come along. 

Did we not expect that their would come more? Did we really thought those 300 in spring would be all to come? We had sure hoped for but knew already that this is just the vanguard. Will come more? Yes, we have to see it like that, as the situation is just a following step of what is already going on the last four and five years. Those refugees are coming from several countries and in some you find war going on and on and  in other to live is to stay poor all your life or having not a real chance to become a better future. In some we have not at all democracy going on and in some religious has made life horrible for a bunch of groups. So yes of course they do come as they heard from a better life in Europe as we heard from a better life in the USA once. But we still sell weapons, we still want cheap cloths and things and those are the main reason, why people have to flee. So this is also the price we have to pay. How come then all is so dramatic? 

Europe made some laws who made this all grow up. Once it was forbidden to fly- so they took the more dangerous ways. Once we had a wall who made it impossible to come buy boat and people got to die in the sea and no one knew as we did not tell and show. Once we made a rule that you only can seek for a permanent stay in the country you first arrived and so the ol' Europe had nothing to fear as flying was forbidden. 

Now the war is still going on and the winter is on the way and the camps got less money and hope is fading. 

But in all countries we made big mistakes how we used to deal with those who came. Actually most have laws which are enough to make a fair deal and work and to clear a situation, but in all countries it takes and took far to long the process of bureaucracy. Then we put the people on places their were not allowed to leave until they have been allowed and got the papers. What to do such a long time? Then even if they have come through and are allowed to stay and study and search for work- what should one do, if you have the qualification, but no one wants to take you as they are afraid and have other reasons. What if there is no work in that area but you can't move because you have no money? It is true, most refugees have a quite good education as most of them are from the middle class. The poor can't afford it, the rich don't need to flee. 

But if you can't go home or move back to your home country, what will you do? If then a system pays you enough to stay alive and you can't find a job? You will give up mostly and let the country pay and who gets upset about that? Of course those who live and work and pay the taxes. 

And if they also claim that those foreigners get more money that their own people then I have to say it is mostly not that way but in some countries and some situation it is. But who's fault is it? Theirs? No!

But those refugees are open to any job and so they are in fact and if just only as a feeling a danger to the jobs of the little man. And even you don't have to pay them as much as your own people, who's fault is it when they get a job they are more then qualified for and not you?

And then- The children. More and more children are sent. A very typical thing when the tsunami of refugees are on. ( and it is on and no one can hold it back now as it is far to late..) It is and always was the same thought. A child can grow and get money back to family and will try to help the rest of the family to come after. A child is the most worth thing and has the biggest chance to survive the race of life. In all the last waves, children have been taken and care for and also become victims of crime and drama. Just remember all those stories we have read from children from 1800hundred to first world war and then second and then on and on. 

So what and why is it such a big crisis now? Nothing in this is new and the amount of humans are not nearly of the number of refugees we already had traveling round the world. 

It is all the mistakes, the lies and the ignorance of the history. It is the typical acting when you became someone, you don't want another one to be part of it as you have the fear it could be taken away from you as it has happened before. 

It is because of all the mistakes we already have done and therefore we see that things are not that simple and can lead to problems. Some of these problems are called crime. But here we have another mistake- the number of crimes we hear is not the real truth. The statistics lie and papers lie when they only take part of the statistic to have a dramatic line. Even it is a lie not to tell what kind of crimes those are. So people assume that refugees are doing big crimes if you let them in as you read about killing and fighting on the streets. That your own people do the same and more often- you read not or seldom. 

So stories people hear and maybe also see by themself are becoming the whole truth and that means- I don't want them here. They only are loud, dirty and don't care about us and where they live. 

Problem is, no argument will then help to make them think twice. I had such discussion and am not saying it is not happening but it is always a small group of people who make problems and do the crime. Never the majority. 

But the majority was in silence to long too. To differ is something many people do not. Most people like to have it black and white but the reality is never simple like that. The wars we have going on are a history which started around 1800. Just let this fact sink and then that we, the ol' Europe are those who made it start. We still have not lost our arrogance against those countries. But we should learn that they have been better then we used to call them. 

Now this crisis also seems so big as we deal with fear and the fact that fascist minded people use the words of the middle class and from the middle of the politics. People started to get in trouble when they called out their doubt and fell into a forbidden area. Suddenly it started to be not allowed to tell how you feel and thing. But we must be able to ask, what do we do with all those new people here? Who is paying for all of this and how do we get them into work? Why do we put them somewhere in the country where there is not a big chance of a job and how do we deal in our towns with them as most of them of course search for a stay in town as we all know the saying that there are the jobs? What will happen to these people when they meet the enemy they fight at home here? And why is it a forbidden thought to ask that those people have to take and be aware of our way of living and rules? Why do politics still say another religious is part of our countries history if it is not that way? Yes, those people have potential we need and we have to make a plan and give money for making it work and also we must be able to tell them you are welcome but remember we expect you to live after our ways. We respect your past but this past won't be part here anymore- not in the same way. That was never the case in the past, why should it be now? It is therefore also a crisis because we have no plan, no idea how to deal with them. To give applause and say on demonstration- you are welcome- and spend some clothes can only be a beginning. 

Now we have no time to waste and must immediately make up a master plan. But alas politic is acting far too slow and still we discuss how many we can let in?! 

I worry, if we don't keep on and push our government to do the right things, we come into another crisis and bigger problems and then some bad preconceptions could come true. 

In that case as much as I find it positive that my people have open arms, they also are blind to the facts of reality and the times after the five minutes arrival. 

If our country has to less people to deal with those as we avoid spending money, the situation will soon get worse and be more complicated as it already is. 

That only will help the fascist minded. 

Let's make it better as we've done in the past!

Love & Light

Susie and the 1. of Advent- a fairytale

Since weeks the temperature has been going up and down but finally it became just colder and colder and the rain has stopped too, as it rained the last weeks over and over again. 

No one had the feeling that they could get happy again. Such a gray! Day after day.  

The wind blows today, but not that strong as it use to be the last days. Best day for a while as the sun shines and warms our checks. A perfect day where Susie and her family will move to another place because the new neighbors frighten them. So everyone is in a hurry, because it will be a long day and it is such big family. Two parents and how many children? 1200 already and it's not the end of the year as mother can have 2000 children a year. 

Yes, Susie is a mouse. She is already to old to live home, but she never found the man of her life and was never really sure if she wants to. 

You must know she was one and a half year old. For a mouse this is very old, as they only become two years, maybe three and very seldom four years. That is in fact stone old for a mouse. But Susie was not only old, she was a colorful mouse. You know most of her sisters and brothers were gray as her father was gray but some of her sisters had also different colors on their fur. Mother was a refugee from a laboratory. So her sisters and brothers had mostly three different colors and it was like spotted points in the middle of all the family. There were loved. 

But Susie was always an outsider. 

She has stripes. 

The only one in the family with striped fur. 

You can imagine that this is most time not really helping to hide from an enemy as she obviously was shining like a star could, everywhere she was. 

So she had to keep herself in the dark and therefor never got any friends. Though she always dreamed of them. As her sisters and brothers gave her food and all that but they tried to avoid playing with her. 

No, Susie was never sad about that as she understood very well why this happend. 

A very unusual mouse I must say. Smart was she. Very.  

Their neighbors were rats. Big rats and as this was not painful enough, they became more in town. 

Although everyone could get enough food because people waste so much and it was easy to catch, the mouse remember far to well the time the rats not only stole their food, they also killed the mouse babies in the past. Since generations this warning goes on and on from mother to child to keep sure they will survive. 

So today they move! 

Finally all the family packed and ready to find a new home and as mother said that father said they heard about a place two hours from the place they lived till today. 

Susie still wondering what she should take with her and what would be her new home like did not notice that all family started to walk away. 

When she finally looked up again to tell the others that she had decided, no one was home. All gone. What a fright! 

Immediately she started searching and calling. 

That took time as you can imagine that a flat for nearly 2000 members is big. 

So after a very long time she stopped and wondered what to do next as she never ask where exactly this new home was. All she just now knew was that this town was big. So big. 

The name of the town was Berlin. 

To ask every mouse in town where her family went could take more then three lives of a common mouse! 

But she could not stay here! 

Well, she was smart and there must be a way or place to go! 

On she went out of the earth into a very, very sunny day. Actually first time after a very long time she went out in daytime. You remember her fur was not exactly like the earth and so everyone would have seen her in a second. 

But as she went on, no one seems to care. 

What a relief! Think she never liked the world outside that much, she now wonders what she may have seen wrong. Yes, she has to watch her steps and dodge a lot as those big humans never look down and watch their own steps! Were they never afraid of fall? 

After an hour of springing around and trying this street and that street and fleeing from dogs and cats Susie sat down on a little blue stone. Breathing heavily, she tries to calm down and think twice. Where was she now in this town? She looked up, big houses and some were new, some old and in the back there was that big, big tower with a ball on it. 

She overheard people calling him the TV tower. Whatever that means, she never heard of a TV but of towers. They came along in many stories from her mother. 

Now many would become sad and think of their dearest mum but not Susie. With such a big family there is not much place to love an old child. 

Instead Susie became aware that this could be a nice adventure. 

But where to start? 

What a question! She was already having her biggest adventure! She smiled. Then went up and step by step she went on, with keeping her back straight and her head held high. 

Susie became an adventurer. Maybe the first mouse since a long, long time who dared to be! Maybe.

And so she discovered that the trees have lost next to every leave and that the humans had very big cloths as they don't have fur. How silly was that! But that was not her problem. Susie saw the sky and wondered how high it must be and the birds who fly. How did they do, even know she had to keep an eye on them too as some of them would like to eat a mouse as well but then she remembered she does not look very much like one. 

What a luck to be different. No one cares and no one was afraid and no one hunted her. Lucky kid she was. Such a big lucky adventurer! 

Suddenly in a street of old houses she smelled something very tasteful and new. What was that? She rushed to find out where it came from, always keeping her nose up. Looking around, feverish. 

Market stalls came in sight and there it came from, this strange but beautiful smell. Susie kind of starting dreaming of beauty and the warmest luck. Sweet and crispy the smell became just stronger and Susie could no longer wait to see and know what this could be and of course she desperately wanted to taste it, eat it until she drops! 

Gingerbread cookies all around and as a mouse she knew how to catch a fling. Hiding behind all the people and the light, as she knew she can't be sure that they will discover her and then she had to hide. She climbed up the table inside and then when no one watched she took her piece. 

Oh what it did taste good and just when she thought she could take another, her nose catches a new fragrance. More sweet and colorful and kind of she wants to lick it. Her curiosity made her jump down and run over the street to follow this new adventure and taste. 

Curves she had to take and she had to run back and forth as they were so many people and dogs. 

All those dogs sniffing at her! She did not like that. What was she? A cake? Cheese? 

All those running was very exhausting and as she finally reached her goal and saw the hundreds of Lollipops and candies Susie was just happy and without a doubt she took the first she could catch and run under the next tree to eat. 

There she was sitting, gorged and a bit tired, but happy. What's next, she hums. 

Oh she loved those world outside and as she could hear it over and over again it was christmas time! Oh how she loved christmas time as she never knew that was heaven. 

This was the best of start of her new life! Sure she needed some kind of clothes to look more like an adventurer and kind of a pirate as she heard about that those people were frighten by others and respected. Sure she will find on her way through town something useful. It's Berlin after all!

Susie now went away from that christmas market and searched along the streets. Cats and dogs are still to avoid but she tried to ask other mouses but they just looked at her in disgust and went away. So she had to find out by herself. Maybe near that big tower? But that seems so far away and she was such a little thing. 

A finger on her mouth she was thinking and an ear up in the sky she was eavesdropping to the humans. Her eyes went up and down, went left to right and back again and then she catches her rescue! Take the tram and you'll be there. How easy is that! Susie was looking around what that could be, this tram and there not far away was a stop with the name of a street and as Susie was smart, she could read. Yes, a reading mouse! How marvelous is that! Perfectly! 

The place she has to drive was called Alexander Platz. A place from Alex? Well, anyway, all she had to do was now to wait for that thing called tram and to do as everyone who was waiting here does. Easy. 

What a big yellow thing came! How could she come in there? The tram arrived and the doors opened. Much to high the first lever to climb in. 

Quickly she looked around and jumped into a bag and that is how she came into the tram and drove all the way to that place. 

Just before the bag went up into the air again, Susie left and when everyone was already out and the bell started to ring she jump liked a bird flies in the sky and landed in a flower pot with a lot of pine branches and a garland of lights.

This was not the soft landing she had dreamed of but okey. Susie picked the needles out of her fur and looked around. 

Astonishing crowd of those big humans everywhere! How can she find a way through them? But more important where should she go?

Shops everywhere. And in the middle of all, hundreds of christmas market stalls. 

The life of an adventurer can be such a hard work! 

Another round of running, hiding, watching steps and jumping under and over shoes, tables, bags and dogs. It is exhausting but fun. All the things the eye can catch. So beautiful and all the different smells. Susie tried to remember where she found what, because she planed to come back later and take a closer look and maybe also to try to eat and drink from those wonderful things those humans seems to have there up above. 

But first the shops. Susie is trying each and every one. Though she never has to pay but found something which fits her body and made her looking stylish and fab. 

That was the biggest problem. She could find a big amount of kind of cloths but those cheap stores had clothes who where either ugly or fell apart she tried them and those better stores had to big things to wear. And this should be fun? All those stories she heard about those human loving this game. Really, where is the fun in that?

Mother most have got it wrong. 

Finally Susie arrived on a market stalls with ostrich eggs. They had candles inside and where made into such beauty lamps and pots and well one looked like a cave for a mouse and one could be her tub in her new flat. She has to ask the guy if she could have it. 

Susie went under the blanked and then was inside the market stall and there was a chair and Susie took the chance to sat down and then she clears her throat and started talking to the little man. 

But he does not seems to take notice. She started again. No luck. Maybe she must be louder. So Susie took a deep, deep breath and and spoke with a fully voice. 

His face went up. Wondering where this came from and as he still can her someone talking he looks around. Of course he tries to find a human in front of his market place. He stands up and looks down but no one to be found. 

"I'm sitting next to you, you idiot! " Susie shouted as she had no patient. That little mans face went straight left and saw her. Susie smiling, while he can't believe his eyes. He turns around and then thinks, it's best to sit down on his own chair where he was working until he heard her. 

Susie did not waste her time and start talking to him the second he sat down. 

"Dear, could you tell me if I can get the bathtub?"

Of course our dear poor man did not have had any idea what she was talking about but as she pointed to what she called a tube he realized that's what she meant. 

He shakes his head quickly and said: " Well, I use to sell it to whatever you may do with that." 

"So I can get it. Fine. But as I don't have my new home yet, can you spare me that wonderful tube of yours so long?"

"Sure." He said, but our man was in no way sure how to respond. But as this was a very special situation, he decided to go on. Thinking a moment and said: "You sure have no money with you. But how on earth does it come that you sit there and want a tube?!"

So, Susie started to tell him her story, which took quite a time. In the end she smiled again and our man, that nice human nodded from time to time to show he understood. 

"Well then you're on a journey and still as I can see it, haven't found some cloths of yours."

"Oh..... that's very true. Do you have an idea where to get some?"

Short time thinking and humming and looking around. He answered yes he knows where she can get the best of cloths. He had just remembered that he had in his bag the cloths of old dolls and those could very well fit Susie. 

"Oh these looks to much like a princess!"- 

"Oh those looks very good I'll try them!" 

But as our friendly man is waiting Susie did not do a think but then nodded to him and ask him if he could turn around. She is shy and a lady. Gentlemen our man was, he turns around but could not help not to smile. 

"Ready! You can look again" 

Susie just looked like the best of adventurer now. Our man could not stop making compliments and Susie could not help but blushed. Both they smiled and then it was time to go. Feeling a bit sad as Susie now had the feeling she found her first friend and so they shake their hands with the promise to see each other again, and that was not because of the tub.

Now Susie walked on two legs as she thought this should be the way to enter the world. 

Time to find a new flat and some friends! The christmas market will stay for a while, so she will come back. 

As Susie went down the street, next to the red town hall, with her biggest smile she ever had and with the thought that she was and never could get happier, it started to snow. 

She was wrong. 

Now this was perfection. She could build a snowmouse! 

What she had dreamed of that!

LOVE & LIGHT

... and happy 1. Advent

Tagebuch eines Wombat/ Diary of a Wombat

Wombats sind doch wunderbare Tiere, wenn man sie einmal gesehen hat. Diese Mischung aus Hamster, Meerschweinchen und Maulwurf- nur etwas grösser und vor allem viel langsamer.
Wombats sind recht ruhige und entspannte Zeitgenossen und leben im Grunde recht gemählich. 
Das der Mensch sich immer mehr in deren Lebenbereich drängt dürfte nicht überraschen. 
Genau dies alles nimmt nun das Kinderbuch, was selbstredend auch für Erwachsene gut ist, nicht nur unter die Lupe, sondern auch auf's Korn. Mit viel Liebe und vor allem einem Augenzwinkern ist dieses Buch geschrieben und wunderbar illustriert. 
Wie es oft zurzeit für diese Art der Bücher typisch ist, gibt es sie im Grossformat, aber wer es lieber in einem ganz kleinem Format haben möchte, sozusagen als kleines Beigeschenk, der kann dies auch im Kleinem erwerben. 
Mittlerweile gibt es sogar eine Fortsetzung, jedoch empfehle ich eher das erste Buch zu nehmen und es zu geniessen, beim Kaffee, am Morgen, am Wochenende oder eben vor dem zu Bett gehen.
 
"Tagebuch eines Wombats" von Jacky French and Bruce Whatley (im Gerstenberg Verlag erschienen)
 
Wombats are very wonderful animals if you have seen them once. The mix of a hamster, guinea pigs and a mole - just a bit bigger and more slowly.
Wombats tend to be more the quite and relxed companion and actually they are living a very comfy live.
That mankind is more and more to conquer the living places of Wombats does not really wonder. But exactly this is taken up in a book for children and a story about a Wombat is told with a twinkle of an eye and a very warm humo(u)r. The illustration to that story are wonderful and joyful made. 
Like it often used to be for these kind of books you can get them in a big way but also if you prefer it, as a small book- like as a gift for a big boy.
Meanwhile there is also another story but I recommemd to take this book first and enjoy it, with a coffee, in the morning, in the weekend or just before you hoo to bed.
 
"Diary of a Wombat" by Jacky French and Bruce Whatley

A swedish fairytale

A long time ago, there was a boy. He was sitting on a stair in the summer sun. Just had his breakfast and a good nights sleep is behind him. An open book on his knees and he is reading, reading very concentrated and curious a book of flowers because he found so many different in his garden, that he just had to know more about them. 
Suddenly a read dragon fly sits on the book page. Doing nothing more then just to sit and the kid is amazed. Just for a moment he thinks this is unreal but then he wonders, wonders why just now this animal is coming to him as the dragon fly moved its head and say: -Boy, if you will not shut down your mouth, you're never gonna ask me why I can help you to get the answers to your questions!-
Of course our little Boy is surprised and has hard to get an answer, but as the dragon fly is trying to fly away, he starts talking and first he is asking the dragon fly if this is real or just in his mind. But the dragon fly has no answer to this but tells him if he wants to take a ride then he just has to close his eyes for a moment and when he opens them he will be on his best adventure ever. 
Sure our boy is a bit afraid and has his doubts but then he thinks, why not, if this is really happening then it has to be like it will be but if he open his eyes and still sits on the stairs, well then this will tell him he had a dream.
So he closes his eyes for a moment and at the same time he started to feel that something is changing. And as he opens his eyes again he knows right away why. He has become smaller, much more smaller and he is sitting on the back of the dragon fly, ready to fly away and so they do not wast a second. 
Our little boy Moritz, he feels the wind and in the beginning there is so much to see that he lose his control over the path. He does no longer know where they are or where he is going to fly. Just now he sees trees, and plants going by, and some colorful shimmering through the branches and twigs. He hears the wind rush in his ears and then they land. Land in the middle of nowhere and under a little and very young tree. Moritz sits down by the dragon fly. Looking around and has to take his hand before his face because the sun is bedazzle him. After a while he discover a little red house up on a tree. 
Of course he wonders who is living there and so he ask the dragon fly but the answer he gets is to go to the house and knock on the door.

Then the dragon fly is all of a sudden flying away, leaving our boy alone without the promised answered. A moment of despair but Moritz has nothing to get from it so he decides to go to the house and do as he is told. Actually he has to climb up a bit but as he always like to climb with his dad everywhere they are, he has easy with it and just minutes after he waits for someone to open the door. 
But there is no one home. So what to do now he wonders. Looking around, he thinks it's maybe best to go down again and find someone to ask the way back home, because just now he wonders if he ever comes home. And while climbing down a wind comes up and blows him of and into the air and just seconds later he lands on a leaf.

Upon him a very beautiful flower. She immediately starts to speak to Moritz. - Little man can you help me and give me some water? I am so thirsty.- Moritz is looking up to her, shaking his head to be sure he was not dreaming, that a flower has just spoke to him. As he becomes sure he says:- Of course, of course I just have to....- and he searches the ground for something which looks like water and there not far away was a fantastic fountain.

He jumps down without any fear and runs to it. 
But how to bring the water from the fountain to the flower? Moritz can't find something which could help and so he believes he had to pray for a flash of ideas. 
What would Moritz do at home? He lives in a big town, where everyone seems to have everything and you just have to go out of your house and buy in a store what you need if you have not it home. 
This is ridiculous! How can there be a store in the wood?! There must be an other way! 
Just when Moritz think he will not find a solution he found his hands. Use your hands! He thinks and so he does. 
Thought this took him a long time but at the end the flower was satisfied and humming. How lucky Moritz got. But now he has to move on and so he says goodbye and as he is taking his first steps right into the wood, ready to find his way home, the flower calls him to search for the butterfly, who is always next to the rose. 
Moritz, already in the wood, is smiling because he believes the flower was just repeating a poem or something like this. You know, there was not a single rose in the wood and the wood became more and more mysterious as he went on.

So many ways, so many fallen trees, so many possibilities to come home. 
Just like home, when he walked between all the houses, along all the streets he never knew and when he think something is near, he realize after a while that he was wrong and his way needed more steps to take. Just like when he thinks everyone is nice to everyone, he realize some people are just mean without a reason. It seems like this but he thinks that can't be. Why dislike someone? 

Seems Moritz has to go a long way through the wood as he sees a bike. Could this be a sign that he is on the right way? 
He looks around but no one is to see. Who owns a bike? Who left it there?

He calls, shouts and listen into the wood but again, no one's home. How strange. 
Can this become more strange? 
It can and as he decides to go further he comes along dead trees areas just like in dark histories for children.

Moritz feels he loses his positive attitude for the walk home. He thinks that he will not find his way back. Not today. As this is not enough his stomach reminds him, that he needs something to eat. But no berries, no mushrooms are on his way. What a strange wood. What a strange way.
Just before the last rays of sun are coming up, Moritz sees a chair. Like a throne. A throne in the wood and it was very much like it, because this chair seems to be on a higher top.

But it was just a chair and again, after searching, calling, no one calls back, no one comes. Moritz decide to climb on and then sit on the chair. He needs a break and will only close his eyes for a moment. 
The moment obviously became a few hours as it is dark when he awakes. Completely lost his orientation he has to remember what he saw last time. And he remembers a little shed on the right side of him, just a few meters away. The moon shines through the clouds and trees just in the moment when he stands up and wants to go there. 
Lucky guy he is, that the moon is not thinking to leave him and so he comes to something made of lumber. Moritz is very tired and wants to sleep as he knows there is just now nothing he can do to come out of this situation. Looking down to find the right place to plane the right position for the night, he discover a naked snail.

Has it rained he wonders but then he just ask the snail, where she is going and if she can tell him where he is. The snail, not happy having company on her way, just answer with a very bitchy tone that the stupid boy has to ask the frog as she does not care about him. 
A frog? In the wood? Where? Moritz is trying to find this guest in the house and there it is, right in the corner, trying to get on with his way through the wood and night, because he is not afraid and does not need light to know where to lay his feet. 
Moritz, smart as he is, offers to help for a question.

The frog first not wanted to listen, but as Moritz talks to him again the frog man stops his action, sights and looks to him. - O.k. Kid, was is the question?-
Moritz, happy that someone seems willing to help him ask about a way out of the wood. 
-Easy my little kid. Just follow the sun in the sky, she should be always right above you and watch the clouds they used to go westward, so you know where north is. Because it is the way north. Never leave the path you find behind this pergola. It is the only right path and on the intersections of two paths, look for the gray flower and there you can ask the bees for the rest of the way. Don't be afraid of them, they just want the honey of the flower but if you will be hectic they will fight you, because they will be remind of their enemies. Don't ask me who they are, but maybe you can imagine, as people like to go to war.-
That was just an amount of information and clearly the frog has to get his help and for a short moment Moritz though this little frog wears a hat. Just like being in Alice in Wonderland. What a nice thought. 

The next morning, first blind from the sun rays, Moritz is ready to try it again, finding his way back home and getting the answer he was looking for. 

With this sunny day, the wood was less scary and seems right about as it was and so interesting. He could smell so much different and new and all the little insects who where just now not that little because he himself was still a small man. 
Sure he maybe had been faster when he would have been bigger but that thought never came up to him. Instead he was jumping and humming and singing quietly and had easy to find berries to eat. He felt just happy. Another day, another chance and it all has just started so he was very astonished as he already came to the point where two paths cross each other. It felt a moment sad for him, but just a little moment and then he found that silver flower. There was a bee but no, there were two, no three, no four and more and more. Moritz wait and counts the bees. Seven bees on just one flower and they really did not seem to notice him. Sure, Moritz did as he has been told and was slowly and silent when he came. But he has to ask for the way so he clears his throat softly. 
You may think a bee can't talk to a little kid, who is actually big as they are. So imagine how afraid you could be asking a bee. But Moritz was not afraid, just had his question and longing to come home. 

The bees were very nice to him. It was the left way he had to take, just one hour and he will see the wood will lighten and then the sand will come. He will come out of the wood but has to go in again to finally come out of him. The last steps are to take over a bridge which may or may not go over water and then he will arrive at the big ocean. There somewhere he has to search for the roses and the butterfly.  
Yes, again- those roses and the butterfly. Was this actually something real? 
Moritz promised himself to take it seriously and look out for them. 
Ninety minutes later, Moritz leaves the wood and then found a dark entrance into it again.

Deep breaths later, after another long walk through a narrow forrest, Moritz could see a bridge shining through the branches and as he comes nearer he not only sees sand, he feels it and a very warm breeze welcomes him as he finally stand on a sand dune and has the most wonderful sight he has ever seen in his life. 

What a relief. What a joy. 
Now the roses! Where are they? 
Two hours later he found them and just three meters from them he found the butterfly. Waiting for him.
Telling him, that he will get his answer soon, soon but not now. 
Oh what a disappointment. But then it was not such, because he could not remember what question it was. Was there ever a question? 
Was there? Was there any question then the way back home? 
- Come on kid, sit on me, I fly you home, fly you home over the ocean, the hills, the seas, the fields, the woods, the houses and streets and be sure you will feel save on my back.-
Moritz had not a single doubt that this was true and now he is flying, high above the earth and while he feels the wind whispering into his ears he understands, that he always was home as long he listened to his heart and had trust in what may come. 
Smiling is the time going by and he is falling asleep. 

Back in his own family garden he is still a little kid, little like the dragon fly and the butterfly who is telling him, that courage was all it took to take him through this adventure. The courage to stand up for what feels right and to respect each others life and being curious. 
Had he come home if he did not showed respect to the animals in the wood? Maybe not, because then he maybe would just now searching still his way out of the dark, while feeling that he could starve himself to death. 
So Moritz felt just great and grateful and while he closes his eyes just to enjoy this moment he grow, grow and grow and became as he was before, a little man, a human child on this wonderful planet, called earth, which is worth every fight to keep it alive- that for sure he knows for all the time in his life. 

So my dear readers, just a little story from a beach in Sweden and the wood you have to went through to see the ocean. 
Have a nice day, night ... and as always

LOVE & LIGHT