During my time in Prague, I had the chance to visit the Franz Kafka Museum. Kafka’s life demonstrates that multicultural societies are nothing new in Europe. Kafka was a Jew. His mother tongue was German. He was born in the Czech Republic. He died in Austria. Despite the lame rhetoric of racist and populist politicians, Europe was always home to people with fluid identities.
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Some days ago, I went to the exhibition “Ossip Mandelstam – Wort und Schicksal (word and destiny)” in Heidelberg’s oldtown. The Jewish Russian poet and essayist was a student at Heidelberg University in 1909/10, and it was here that he started writing. His tragic life shows how much our lives are influenced by policy-makers and that beautiful art always finds a way to come to the surface.
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Heidelberg’s castle rests above the old town, from where it commands a spectacular view.
The castle was built and extended over three centuries. During the war of succession (1688-1648), it was twice destroyed by the French and, in 1764, the remains of the castle were struck by lightning – igniting a fire which destroyed it once again. The castle was not reconstructed until today. Its facade became a symbol of the epoch of German Romanticism (Deutsche Romantik).
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I admire the German writer Hermann Hesse for a long time. That’s why I decided to visit Maulbronn Monastery (Kloster Maulbronn) where some crucial events of his early life took place. The monastery is one of the best preserved Medieval monastery complexes in Europe. Its construction commenced in 1147.
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to create my own language
to navigate through life
to share my love
to overcome my fears
to discover my dreams
to tell what I have seen
to celebrate art and beauty
to reveal my secrets
to raise questions
to show my emotions
to silence my demons
to provoke your mind
to find myself
I am crafting words for hours
My mind becomes a vessel
Unconcious compositions of beauty
Mightier than the sword
To heal wounds or to make you cry
I am an observer of reality
Wisdom comes right through me
A collection of experiences
Thoughts create the world
Human history writes itself