Thursday, February 24, 2011

Come together right now (over me)


As we have mentioned before, the city of Dresden never ceases to amaze and surprise us. February 13th was yet another example of the unique character and incomparable spirit of this city.


Every year the city remembers this day as the day the allied forces dropped thousands of bombs on the city center of Dresden. The resulting firestorm destroyed approximately 15 square miles of the city center. The debate about the necessity of destroying the city of Dresden, which was primarily known as an icon of baroque humanism and a cultural landmark of little military significance, still rages. However, this is not the purpose of my post nor the focus of the events on February 13th, 2011.


For several weeks prior to this day the city started advertising the events that would be taking place for this years commemoration of this day. There were speeches by city officials, memorial services in all of the big churches, and wreaths laid at the graves and memorials of the approximately 25,000 Dresden citizens who died during these attacks. Unfortunately, there were also marches and events held by the small political fringe group (Neo-Nazis) who wish to point fingers, propagate hate and quite simply, repeat mistakes of the past. However, the most impressive and fascinating event that took place in Dresden was a human chain organized by city officials. Prior to 2 pm. on a cold Sunday afternoon approximately 17,000 citizens of this beautiful city gathered to form a 2 mile long human chain around the inner-city area. At 2 pm. all of the church bells rang and everyone held hands for 10 minutes. Where we were standing, two older men and one teary-eyed older woman walked by (probably late 70s). This was particularly moving as we can only begin to fathom what she had experienced during these days and in her lifetime as a whole. The human chain was also intended to send a clear message to the Neo-Nazis who were marching in another part of the city: You are not welcome here. We don´t believe your lies. Violence and hatred is not the answer. This was evidenced by the white roses that many of the participants had pinned to their coats as well as the many banners and posters that they were carrying.


Throughout the day, there was a free concert and prayer for peace taking place in the Frauenkirche (church of our Lady), perhaps the most symbolic building in the city of Dresden. It was destroyed during the firestorm, left as a reminder of the result of National socialist extremism during the German Democratic Republic, painstakingly rebuilt after the wall fell and finally reopened in 2005. It signifies many things to the city of Dresden, the state of Saxony, even Germany as a whole. From the visible original stones, to the massive piece they left in the spot it fell after it collapsed, to the gilded cross and orb on the top of the dome crafted by a british blacksmith whose father was one of the bombers this building it makes a statement to the world.


A statement that violence leaves lasting scars and the wounds take years to heal. That those who are lost are not forgotten. That reconciliation and forgiveness can result in beautiful things. That there is hope for the future.


Long talk, short point (that is what we say in German): The whole day was a very moving experience for both of us and we are very grateful we were able to be a part of this important day for Dresden.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

People are strange when you're a stranger.

Being dependent on public transportation to get from point A to point B is definitely a change for us coming from a two car household in Oklahoma City. Although most of the time it is rather uneventful, we have had a few interesting experiences on our treks.


Here are our top 10:

10. Listening to the conversations of all the different groups of kids on their way from and to school. It is ALWAYS good for a laugh.

9. Watching a guy transport his dishwasher on the bus. Wow.

8. Riding the bus home at 1:30 a.m. after celebrating into the New Year. There were some older couples on our bus that had apparently had quite the party...

7. Listening to an older lady (I'm not sure where she was from) argue with the guy who checks tickets. "In my country, we don't have to buy tickets." Ummmm.... riiiighhhht.

6. Joel missing a train that only comes every hour because he was standing on the wrong side of the tracks... when it was several degrees below freezing... AND snowing. In his defense, he was really, really tired.

5. A guy sitting across from Joel and whose facial expressions varied from extreme fear (think shaking and wide eyes) to rage (balled fists, clenched jaw) and back cyclically for the 5 min. we were in the bus with him.

4. Kendra running to catch the bus, completely biting it (in the mud) with a backpack and two bags full of groceries while the entire bus watched (no worries, the bus driver kindly waited for me to recover and get on the bus).

3. A middle-aged woman dumping her boyfriend (?) primarily because he doesn't give her enough money and she has found someone new (he was crying). However, she also took the time to explain to him each and everyone of his flaws. It was humiliating to say the least.

2. Carrying a Christmas tree on the bus and almost dropping it on a baby stroller.

1. Drunk old man in the middle of the day who was not only trying to give toys to small children but also gave the whole tram a harmonica and recorder concert. No matter how much I try to describe this scene, I will be unable to do it justice. We were all just very confused.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

diversity of thought.

“It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.

Aristotle

I have been thinking about updating our blog for quite a while now. Several times I have sat down, started to type and later simply deleted it. This is usually followed by a repetitive internal debate about whether or not my thoughts or observations are worth sharing with the world. Don't misunderstand, I have no delusions of grandeur regarding the amount of readers of our blog. I occasionally read what others have written and feel that perhaps my/our stories are not quite as exciting or eloquently written. Again, I have no delusions, they probably aren't. However, I have also (once again) come to the realization that speaking, hearing, reading... diverse thoughts contributes to understanding for each other.

Personally, I never cease to be amazed with people's stories and attribute my interest in reading blogs to my sociological curiosity rather than creepiness. :) This carries over to my love of people-watching, trying to figure out why people do what they do, and literature.

Anyway, here I am, jumping over my shadow a bit and hoping that 2011 will be a better year for blogging than the one before.

Peace.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

random.


Fact: Hedgehogs and dogs are not good playmates.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

In my life...

There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain

All these places had their moments

With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers

There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new

Though I know I'll never lose affection

For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

Though I know I'll never lose affection

For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more


I really love this song for so many reasons. The last couple of days, however, it has particularly been resonating with me.

Firstly, Joel is gone to the Men's Retreat and I've been realizing how much he enriches my daily life (*shhh* don't tell him). Sharing my thoughts and experiences with someone who provides such a unique and different perspective on things really enhances my quality of life.

Secondly, all the familiar sights, smells and faces of my childhood & adolescence has evoked so many buried memories. Neither particularly bad or good, just many tiny pieces of what has shaped and formed me.

John Lennon, you win again.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Picture yourself on a boat in the river...

"Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art."

Ralph Waldo Emerson

On Sunday, we were able to be present for the opening of the intercultural days of Dresden complete with traditional russian, african, indian, polish (...) folk dances and music... We walked over the AlbertbrĂĽcke from which we (more or less) had the above view ( I stole this picture from the internet...) to the Rathaus.

Yesterday in the early afternoon I sat with my German best friend Saskia at the Altmarkt (old market) drinking a cup of coffee and eating "Kräppelchen" from the fall market and several tour buses, school classes, and gray-haired couples in matching windbreakers with cameras passed by.

Although we are slowly making ourselves at home and are able to get around most everywhere with the trains, trams, buses, we have not yet lost that sense of awe of all of this wonderful city has to offer. I hope it continues to surprise and astound us daily ...

Friday, September 10, 2010

Hi, my name is Kendra and I'm addicted to E-bay.

I blame my dad. First of all for the fact that I hate spending money and will go to virtually any length to find something for a good deal. Part of me believes God created E-bay for people like us.

Joel and I signed a contract for an apartment this past Monday to move in on October 1st. We're so excited to be well on our way of soon having a home again although we are very grateful for all of those who have housed us over the past weeks.

We now have the grand task of furnishing our apartment. In Germany you move into an apartment without a kitchen (cabinets, sink, oven, etc.), therefore, our first purchase has to be a kitchen. The nice part is you can make it suit your taste... for the right price. My father and I have both spent countless hours on E-bay and newspaper classifieds searching for a suitable and affordable kitchen and just when you think you've found the perfect one... schwupp, ist es weg (it's gone). Naja... it'll all work out in the end. :)

We should really be off to bed, it's been a long week of jack-hammering, wall-papering, tearing out a flood damaged kitchen, gardening, laundry, and cooking meals for all of those that come and go at this grand central station (my parents house).