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fle liberation fof sweets and strangers
tukk/tuck/takk · oberpa · franthiss · suits.
»Never take anything from strangers!«
// especially from strange (old?) man?
this is my grandpa.
(at least this is, what i've been told)
on this photograph you can see him poisoning an angel's body with toxic industry sweets, that are supposed to make him happy.
besides that: this strange old man was one of the Nazis riding on horses south to France. Don't know, what he did there.
Sorry, guys. I didn't really knew this old pal. he was strange to me. He died in April 1986, when i was about to turn nine years.
The only memory left, is the one, when he was shouting at my sister and me, because we were wildely, loudly and joyfully running (hunting us) around the living room table. The main object in the main room. He was sick by then already. So – okay, but why don't you let the energeticly uploaded kids play in the huge yard, then?
Trust them. They are far wiser, than you think.They have far more energy, than you can imagine. (Just like you do, too.) You are the one, who imprisons then. Let them out. Give them the key (in case you still lock your home) and let them run threw the garden, until they are exhausted and return all by themselves.
2016-06-14
Invention of the day
You want control.
safety.
security.
(where's the difference?)
That's why you use babyphones for your baby.
For as long as you are telepathicly not skilled enough yet:
give your kids and yourself a ›funkgerät‹ — english: ›radio set‹.
Interesting.
Give them the freedom they need to ›live long and prosper‹.
Back to the stranger called (my) Grandpa:
What makes him different to all the other billions of strangers out there?
The fact, that he was part of ›my‹ family?
Sorry, guys. We *all* are family, here. So what to be afraid of?
Yeah, right. The unknown.
Welcome to life.
Life is, if something happens.
Let's start to trust one another.
Let's start to find out, what we are capable of, if we trust eachother.
– and life – in general.
Herr General.