Everything she knew about E-Book

Joachim Dieter Schulze

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Beschreibung

Englischsprachige Version des Romans "All das von dem Sie wüsste" von Joachim Dieter Schulze

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Leseprobe

Table of contents

The project

External basis of the conversation - the religious basis

The purpose of the state and its laws

Chapter 1

SubCity

The Here and the There

Boards

tzi

Constitution of the state

Characters

Verena

Inge

Ulrike Dabei

The prudence

The state as educator to undivided virtue

Andreas

Dear Fatherland

Critical approaches

Land - Power struggle of the vested interests

Counterfront

(The enemy image of the state, as well as of the frightened bourgeoisie).

To save what can be saved

On the way to forensic medicine

Delivery

Chapter 2

The Struggle for the Newly Founded State

Collisions of Images of Man

Cover-up - On behalf of the classical image of humanity

Of the many ways of claiming dominion

Chapter 3

On to Olympus

State and Church. - An apple of discord of faith in need of renewal.

Ulrike? A renegade, left-wing Catholic?

An attempted practice from theory

God, Marx and the World

The plans of the rulers take shape

How is all this to continue now?

Two returnees to the virtuous private life

A demagogue achieved his goal highly effectively

Feather reading

The unresolved past

The unresolved future

Dress rehearsals

Transformation through liberation as a political measure in the atonement of delinquent conviction offenders

Extensions on the international stage

The Essentialisation of Plato's Laws

Priam

Von Rauch

SB

Undertrade

Another chapter

Intermediate stations

Retribution

Bang on fall

One thing for the RAF

The final CountDown

Instruction

Among themselves

Chain

Press review

Child welfare in no man's land

Twofold

Folk Soul Massage

Given the Rest

A chain of devastation is followed by a wave of arrests!

Projections - Paranoia – Pig(s)

Chapter 4

Cross-border reconnaissance Reification of the human psyche through research on the object

Instrumentalisation of the mass event

Positive reinforcement in changing the behaviour of individuals in a mass society

The negative reinforcement of latent anti-Semitism′ in the fatherland of poets and thinkers!

The demoralisation of work, the ideal of human self-realisation

Anti-Semitism as a driving force for the murder of Jews

Anti-Zionism as the Driving Force of Anti-Israeli Terrorism'

Bread and Games - The Games must go on

Chapter 5

Criticism of reconnaissance

Research and tracing

Nobody gives up

House search

Home visit - Springtime of Youth

Haddad's equanimity

Yom Kippur

Another meeting

Audiences with Grünhagen

Aunt Emma also had to die

Outside

Good wood

The Revolt of the Red Ilse

Rendeveus in the Tarantula

Before the communiqué

The old girl, the RAF and the bed

An aftermath

Another visitor

City trips

On site

From the following of the communards

Before the People's Court

Krumme Lanke

The big bluff - (It can't be true!) Lunatic

Enlightenment as mass deception!?

Shot, out and past - and that's that Germany vs. Chile

To new shores

Kick-offs

Chapter 6

Countdown against the Endsieg!

Strange visitors

A momentous short trip

Let's go

Off to camp

Last instructions

Outlook

For further disposal

The theory

On behalf of the Office for the Protection of the Constitution

Chapter 7

The fickleness of the fatherland

Ulrike's doubts

Gudrun's objection

Public Enemy No. 1

Attempted coup, treason, (theft?)

Herold's plan

Two birds with one stone

Until the end of the year

Stupidos

Another disgrace for Wadi Haddad

Ulrike is dead

Sexus

Haag

Behaviourism

Means to the end of demonstrating to a world audience the sense or nonsense of a terroristorganised aircraft hijacking

Self-control (illustrated by the image of the puppet) as a characteristic of the good person

A psychological war game led to a gain in time

Sola's assessments

Under the premise of rogue statehood

Let's go for the last stand Official misconduct

On the difficulty of filling magisterial offices correctly for the first time

Public figures at risk

On the Dangerousness of Catching Up with the Past

Haste in adversity (freedom and will)

In the marching pack

Chaotic

Man-eaters, BDI and BDA

Ways out

Biased

Appendix

THE PROJECT

External basis of the conversation - the religious basis

They discussed under whose protection of which god they wanted to travel. In addition, they expected a variety of changing landscapes on their way, which contained dangers, especially as they were very mountainous here in Crete, in contrast to Lacedonia, which is completely flat and level there, which caused the people here and there to develop their habits in this respect differently: the Cretans travelled very much on foot, while the lowlanders from Lacedonia preferred to travel on horseback. Their name was the Athenian, further Kleinias from Crete and Megillos, a Lacedemonian, who agreed and they arranged to take advantage of an excursion to discuss the constitution of the state and the laws that govern it in mutual conversation. Thus itinerants who met to discuss. So here, on the island of Crete, those old men decided, in accordance with the local custom, to walk together. They strove to reach the splendid lawns where the so busy gentlemen, seeking shelter from the accompanying summer heat in the shade of the trees, could leisurely settle down and then, agreeable to their settled age, rest, for their way was a long one. So much chamber was to be with them. But their way was not to be trodden without danger, and the men therefore resolved, to enforce their custom and self-conception, to arm themselves only lightly, with bow and arrow thus they deemed sufficient for this purpose, and so in this God's name they began their discussions on a glorious way. They designated Zeus, the son of Cronus and Rhea, whom they recognised, deriving from a tradition, as the valid god of their people, from whom they were jointly descended, whose path they were treading, to seek out the birthplace of mild majesty, which was believed to be equally terrible, harsh and merciless, if one violated the laws of Zeus. They strove to go to where he was born, to Knossos on the island of Crete.

The purpose of the state and its laws

They began their discourse in a leisurely manner, and they began it with the Athenian's question as to why the law even decreed common meals, as well as public physical exercises and the manner of arming, which Kleinias had been quite sure he could answer precisely. He referred to the nature of the land, which made it so challenging. The soil of their fathers, then, in which they struck their roots, a trunk that sprouts the crown of the tree, under which the people find abode, to which they give a firm hold. They therefore call it their fatherland, which shelters, nourishes and keeps everything healthy, and it would have determined everything in this way. It gave them all an identity that was worth preserving and defending, and even more, that a state had to equip and arm itself to defend. The concept of the fatherland had thus been created by them, as they now called it by its name. The fatherland that God entrusted to them!«, Kleinias emphasised, and it was to be recognised here as a phenomenon from a human idea, an idea that hides itself, from which the order of those in the country who live in it explains itself. And Kleinias understood it in such a way that this order not only originated from a natural occurrence in the constant struggle for survival of all, but according to his knowledge also naturally produced a state, which was then necessarily subject to an adequate, natural legislation, which appeared to them to be given by God Himself, which is why people were obliged to establish a constitution under state law. And these laws are thereafter compulsorily established comprehensively with regard to war. For these lawful orders could already be recognised in natural law, which governs coexistence, when men already gather for meals in community while working in the field, which they are compelled to do, if only for that reason, to ensure the safety of all in the process. And what applied to the peasants also applied to the soldiers to the same extent. And only one fool would want to deny that there is an eternal war in the country, which is always fought between the states - furthermore, in the battle of everyone against everyone, which already leads to the meal breaks to the extent of ordering guards for this - in war as in peace. »And if you look at it in this way, you will find that the Cretan legislator, with a view to war, has made all the legal institutions of public and private life for us and has therefore ordered us to preserve his laws (as they are given), because nothing else, neither possessions nor institutions, confer any benefit unless one is victorious in war, whereas all the goods of the vanquished become the property of the victors.« The Athenian praised and affirmed the deeper reason for his companion's statements about the orders in the country: »You must then set up the state in such a way that it always wins in war.« - Kleinias agreed and Megillos interfered, to whom it seemed the same: »How could any Lacedemonian, my dear, say anything else about this?« he replied, referring to the living conditions he was familiar with in his country. »And as it is in the relations between states, so it cannot be otherwise in the relations in the country between villages,« the Athenian promised them. »Everyone is everyone's enemy!« they affirmed in collective agreement and the Athenian reinforced this statement: »Rather, everyone is the enemy of himself.« He elaborated on this, which prompted Kleinias to summarise as follows: »O Athenian guest - for I do not wish to call you an Attic, but by the name of the Goddess, that you lead me to state the ultimate principle, thus that all are enemies to all, not only in public life, but also in private life, and therefore even each individual to himself.« Kleinias went on with his assertions, presenting victory over oneself as the first and most glorious, whereas defeat in the struggle against oneself was the most bitter and pointed to the war that is in each of us. The Athenian listened carefully, hesitated before he came to a difficult question, and he first declared: »Let us then treat the matter in reverse order: if it is so with each of us that the one overcomes himself and the other succumbs to himself, shall we say that a house, a village, and a city also bear this very thing in themselves, or shall we deny it?« The Athenian confirmed; Kleinias even specified: »... for something like this must certainly and to a great extent take place, especially in the states and cities,« he stated. »For wherever in a better state the better citizens get the upper hand over the mob, the latter should be duly praised as victors over themselves, and where the contrary occurs, we would also pass the opposite sentence,« he justified his thesis. In this they agreed, decided to counter what had been said so far with contrary views and assumptions, so that the correctness of their previous views would also remain confirmed in a review of their steadfastness. The Athenian therefore opposed this: »Well then, let us also consider this. Many brothers can come into life as sons of one father and one mother, and there is nothing wonderful if the majority of them become unjust and only the minority become just (and righteous).« - Something Kleinias firmly ruled out disagreeing with. The Athenian, however, went further with his considerations: »And it was not proper either for me or for you to hunt for it, whether or not one could If the bad ones gain the upper hand, this house and this relationship are inferior to themselves and have overcome themselves, for it is not the appropriateness or inappropriateness of the expressions according to the ordinary use of language that is the object of our present investigation, but the correctness or incorrectness of the laws, namely, wherein the same consists according to its nature. - In this he remained unchallenged by his companions. They demanded more, finally considering that where injustice seems to have prevailed, so that it cries out everywhere for arbitration, that a judge is needed there to judge and enforce good law, and the Athenian asked the question on this: »Which then would be the better judge? That one who yields to the majority or the stronger and grants them all justice, as is demanded of them, or that one who gives the rule to the good, no matter how strong he is, no matter the dispute as to what is good and what is evil in this, no matter the consequence of this, not yielding to the superior number of the stronger and only excluding them in their demand for justice and causing them to be suppressed?« - The Athenian, moreover, wanted to add to these two possibilities the essence of a third judge, and he asked: »But in view of the efficiency (of the decision), let us add a third judge, if there should be such a judge, who, when he receives the comrades of a family in dispute to judge, not only does not execute a single one (of them), but rather reconciles them with each other and is then able to ensure that they remain friends for all time to come by means of regulations issued to them?“ - Probably because of the resounding effect of the widespread principle of capital punishment, Megillos and Kleinias took notice. In their time, it was not uncommon to use the last means of all possible methods to punish - or even to settle a dispute between people - as the harshest, and it hardly had any effect other than to satisfy the vindictive, their greed for sensation and the horror of others, even with the intention of frightening them off. And punishment by death may not settle a dispute but end it (brutally), but it also ends the lives of the disputants or at least one of them, so that the right as well as the wrong remains. Nothing is settled, cleared up, but only destroyed and burnt out. Can this be absolutely sufficient for the general preservation of good virtues commanded by Zeus, in the state as well as in private dealings with one another? - Kleinias agreed, stating that the judge as well as the legislator, following the example of the latter - the arbitrating judge - was the better one. The Athenian went further and was able to believe that with such a judge, war would not be necessary if the laws then regulated the living conditions and prescribed everything. And he asked them: »And one who is to put a state in order? Would he regulate the life (of it) more with regard to foreign war or to the one breaking out within it, which, as is well known, is called sedition and of which, above all, everyone might wish that it should never break out in his state at all and, if it did, that it should then be eliminated again as quickly as possible? - Kleinias answered him promptly: »Obviously on the latter,« he explained. - »But will anyone prefer that peace and the elimination of sedition should come about through the victory of one of the two parties and the complete destruction of the other, or that friendship and peace should be brought about through reconciliation and that, as a result, the senses should necessarily judge the foreign enemies?

CHAPTER 1

SubCity

Something had to happen! - »And something will happen! And something would happen if we didn't intervene in time.« - Three women who did not regulate about it. One spoke: »Modern art is reflected in an arbitrary expression of pictorial projections from human creative power that allows a respective engagement of a human being with an art object, whereby the dilemma of the human being, through alienation in modern world, provocatively before our eyes. I only take works of art seriously as valuable art if they fulfil this requirement. Apart from that, far too much kitsch exists and dominates us. In the art of failures and dilettantes, the human being is displaced in his misery in the world of destroyers into which society and the mechanisms of an exploitative world of work have forced him. And there is no doubt that the world is determined by man's economic activity. The decadence of the bourgeoisie has so alienated the man of the present from himself that he would not even begin a job without the incentive of economic success. And he unscrupulously hires himself out in the arms industry, in which he willingly and very gladly allows himself to be exploited in many ways. He is destitute at the production sites under enormous pressure to perform for wages that are eternally too low, which is why he always wants to do more and has to. He works overtime to meet his demands for a normal standard of living, which is very expensive today. He is already breaking down because of this. Apart from the war profiteers who, as middlemen or intermediaries, make their profit from the actual war machinery, which they can never get hold of at civilian production sites. They don't even shy away from trading in human beings,« Inge said at one point. Ulrike had listened to her and she was impressed by the young woman's political awareness. »She's already pretty far along and knows the ropes,« she explained to Andreas on another occasion. He understood that Inge was also doing quite a lot.

»I don't trust this peace. For a very long time, things had been quiet in South Vietnam. And suddenly the Yanks struck again last year.« - Verena made herself known in Inge's flat. »They were tinkering with new weapon technologies for a long time. They only tried it out when it had started again,« Inge explained to her in a detached way. »Airstrikes are pleasure attacks that lead to nothing more than colossal atrocities - committed on the civilian population as well as on the environment. Apparently, all it took was a new idiot in the American presidency to get things going again so that the fronts would remain clear. But they can't deal with the Russians. And not with the Chinese either. From there, there are probably enough fighters for North Vietnam. Be that as it may, the Americans' unaccountability loses all scruples when something goes off here, because there is a threat that the Yanks will lose their sovereignty over West Berlin. Suddenly they're throwing nuclear bombs around before they leave again. - In any case, things can't go on like this and the Allies are angry because of the Wall,« Inge said, explaining her view of the situation in the suburb.

There, a dishevelled structure stood on a spanning arch of an iron oval, which was penetrated by a wall on the inside. It was made of rusty iron, bent in on itself. It bore witness to the old, the used up, bore traces of battle on a battered body. Scrap metal made of dull sheets, hewn flat and with razor-sharp edges, resembled claw and spur, the sword of the griffin. Patterns of holes in metal bodies stretched out on all sides, widening the space; towards the back, another one, and towards there, the jagged tail of the royal bird pointing the way: »This Eagle was crashed«. His wings seemed scorched by it, burnt, coked. Ashes of right, the tattered framework of a rusted helmet, jammed open to the front: a greedy maw, a mouth demanding supply - a torn head that fought and lost. The bosom of war: torn to shreds! Legacies of desolate disaster.

Fallen. Hood down backwards, also covering wounds, hiding lostness in battle. - Space and time unite in the confusion of disaster to form an image of horror: state and church - dissolved in the embers of the past, united in a heap of fragments; juxtapositions in symbiotic fusions of a squat cohesion of powers made of derogatory scrap metal.

Her mind was dwindling, the cause of offence at that - it lacked philanthropy, Bohl had said - and she had since believed that there was such a thing. Finally thought one also thought about them and one thought. »A work of art made of only feeling is an absurdity,« Benno had explained to them. She stood by this solemnly in bright stiletto heels and smiled charmingly at them, her eyes darting to the left, but then down to the floor. With a pointed chin, she winked the cordiality of an American lady. The situation seemed to press her against the wall, but perhaps she was only looking for her footing there, which Benno refused to give her. He kept his back turned to her, explaining further to the man at his side, momentarily forgetting any sense of her presence: »It means that feeling is expressed directly. If a feeling becomes a thing immediately, we remain in the realm of nature. A pain then does not pour out in a plaintive torrent of words, which makes us doubt the reality of the pain, but becomes loud in a cry,« Benno explained in conclusion.

She had greeted the two from the college with a »Hello!« - it had become so fashionable to no longer shake hands at a good day or a »have the honour« or - still here of all places - to have one's hand kissed in a stately manner, as Sissy, the glorious, once Empress of Austria, did in her time and as no one has been allowed to do since. But as some of the older ones still like to do when they meet each other at receptions. But here a casual hello was enough, an American hello, she thought, it should be quiet here, an enticing hello, one that drew them towards her, because she had something to tell him. She had just arrived, had posed for the camera - after all - now resembled Aphrodite, surrounded by young men.

In the West, she wore her hair down. And she didn't always wear it long. Until the operation became necessary and she was happy that it had not been a tumour that they had removed. A sponge that had formed on her cerebrum was causing her this insane pain that she very often couldn't stand. Her head had been shaved completely bald for this and she got used to a wig that she had long since stopped wearing, but which she had kept and carried with her in her luggage even now. Her hair had long since grown back and according to fashion she had to adapt, as she believed, also because of the respectability in her appearances and actions. They were expensive enough too, but she considered them essential, because she did not intend to give up her work, could not accept to take care only of the children in the future and only write something now and then without doing any research. Moreover, when she went to dangerous places, the long hair wig distracted from her appearance. As she was known, looking very Asian, almost Vietnamese, no one would recognise her if she was properly adapted. The operation and the treatments afterwards gave her back a healthier-looking face - after all. With long hair, she usually felt as if she had become a completely different woman. She had then left the children at home before she left. Or Inge had to take care of them and Inge came up with something to do that.

She strove to Horst, who hosted her for the next while. They had known each other for years and now and then Horst accompanied her when she stepped onto a lectern and communicated her protest in public. Someone ordered her to the Romance Studies College and there was a guy there - Bohl - who went along with such things. He was with the cops and observing the students. But it was good to have the cops on your side and Bohl supported many things. »He actually thinks the demonstrations are quite good?« asked Inge sceptically when they met, immediately on arrival in the suburb, while they had a cursory discussion in the S-Bahn on the way to the flat. - »He at least pretended to do it.« »I've already been there and looked at the shop. You can coach them,« said Inge. Both had long since decided to support the action, which Bohl said would hit like a bomb. And it would shake the wall and sooner or later it would be gone. Sooner or later or long they all disappeared again; all those who thought they had to act as Western powers here, he let leak out.«

She was then first sent for a perm, for such an event it was considered so customary, and she changed into a colourful summer dress printed with lush flowers, it had a deep V-neck; accentuating her budding bosom womanly, it fell at knee length and from the hips elegantly in folds along her figurative body, so that it was also sufficient for dance events and balls. She did not dare to engage in such pleasures. There were several reasons for this. Habits always required her to be home by twenty o'clock at the latest. But for the first time in her young life, she thought she was recognised and at least she thought she was already in demand. They advised her, taught her, and like a real photo model, she soon beamed at the photographer, and when she intervened, she discreetly put on a show.

When the Queen of England and her husband visited this city - two years ago now, when the city was already blossoming so much that she was carried away by it, happily enjoying the good humour of the people in the western part of the suburb - she was not yet allowed to go out alone on the street for such a thing, and she had to watch what little there was to see of it on television. Two years ago she was not yet thirteen years old, she reminded herself. That's what her superior wants. In the meantime, she would only have to wait another year, after which the law would even allow her to smoke in public. She was long since ready. An enormous police force had ensured the Queen's safety. But for the order on the streets, which were richly populated, which impressed her, the officials were of little consequence. The people kept the peace, remembering assassinations years before and the great words that he too was a Berliner, which filled them with pride. But someone was shot; even if it didn't always happen in Berlin, it had happened. Now the Shah of Persia had announced his intention to honour the city, to cheer on the people, she had been told in advance. And the police contingent, which had already become almost too large within the city apparatus since the Queen's visit, was getting very busy again and the governor saw to it that this apparatus of officials was increased. They wanted her for this and Bohl not only approached her: he knew how to use the girl. Benno had to explain that for the photos of the exhibition he absolutely needed people who would show an interest in his art, who would underpin both its attraction and the value of his work. And these people had to be as photogenic as possible, intelligent in their appearance, and the little girl was only added to this for a superficial motive. Actually, she was supposed to prepare him for the demonstrations in the afternoons, but she was not allowed to accompany him directly.

The Here and the There

When they looked at what was over there, when they listened and heard political pronouncements from there, it was remarkable, but many felt stabbed by it. The Wall was now soon seven years old. Every seven years a person will shed his skin.

They were against it, resisted the threat of annexation, was suddenly announced, but could not be recognised as such in a unified mood of all. They feared this, because it also meant the appropriation of their person, that of their families, friends, that of their freedom. Watching their sporting activities was frightening. It was not sport; it was militancy trying to assert itself in the sports facilities. It was not men and women, not sportsmen and sportswomen, certainly not human beings, but comrades and comrades-in-arms uniting. They had already exposed themselves with a lie ... - because they obeyed Ulbricht? - Nobody wanted to build a wall! - She was ordered there? - And Ulbricht was not a liar, but was surprised himself? And the wall is not a wall, but merely a protective wall against the imperialist world, the evil here? And Ulbricht doesn't use words of honour, but every man sometimes uses an excuse, and anyway: a hedgehog gets mad before he gets himself roll up, Meggy Messer! So demand the law of nature, Mother Cuorage! -

»But who am I?« - Meinhof, Ulrike? Born in 1934. Father an art historian. Died as early as 1940 at a time when the attacks of the Wehrmacht had been very successful. Mother had survived the war, but not its consequences in terms of health. She died in '48 and almost at the same time, so did the remnant of the millennial empire. A newcomer decided to no longer include the entire territory of the Old Empire in its national territory and finally two states were made out of it. The people in no way lost their foreign domination by the Allied occupying powers. As an Oldenburger, it would be subject to the British Crown. But that ended with the founding of the FRG, of which she became a citizen one way or another from then on. For a short time she was a member of a now banned party, the KPD. So she did look around in the forbidden milieu. But she didn't notice anything, despite her studies in philosophy, education, sociology and German studies.

Boards

»Boards, they say ... - so all matter expands when it is irradiated. Concrete also expands when exposed to heat. It seems so hard, so rigid. But it is also expandable. All it takes is the stinging summer sun. That is why these grooves were milled into the poured concrete ceiling of the motorway. So they are expansion joints that have been filled with bitumen. Bitumen yields to pressure. And pressure acts on it when the concrete expands. In any case, this prevents bumps and dents from suddenly appearing in the closed ceiling of the roadway because the pavement can't find room when it starts to stretch out. Hence, this rhythmic, hollow sound that can be heard when the rubber of the vehicle's tyres rides over the narrow heaves thrown up by the bitumen. The vernacular then believes that cars are boarding on the track. He doesn't really know what he is saying. But it does sound like boards are regularly falling on a surface, as if the carpenters are working more and more and faster, as such a thing should after all.« »A lot of people call it turf,« Andy contradicted the burly, stocky guy on the next bench in the fourth-to-last row of seats on the bus. He had known him for a long time, seen him, assessed him, knew that he had been an actor at some point before he joined the cops. Andy made no distinction now between a man who was an officer in the regular police force and one who was informally in the political police force in West Berlin. He would rather they didn't exist at all. And they picked themselves up for that. »It's something for you, isn't it?«, Geyer tickled the young, dark-haired man, whom he thought he could see through, whom he was interested in, who had been very helpful to him in getting the comrades over with him, so that the action would not be carried out by the East Berliners alone, not to mention the Yanks. The final goal is also a common one and it works towards the abolition of the sectors in the sub-city. - Ulbricht and his people have long had concrete ideas. Honecker and Mielke will soon be at their side. And then they will see what happens.

tzi

»You sure?« - »Boarding. - This includes nailing.« - »tze« - It is of sound and it penetrates outwards - sharp and poisonous. It is apparently meant to drive away - chase away - an evil spirit - perhaps one's own, perhaps the evil spirit of others within oneself, an external influence. A hiss is relieving. A »ze« is poisoning. - Manic depression. - Fear of the mood disorder, but who does it actually afflict? The weak? The one eaten up by fear? Fear, but of what? - Fear of robbery, fear of loss, fear of violence. Fear of the foreign, of alienation, of the alienation that befell them all when they took their seats on the bus, in a modern coach, with a travel companion, also so that the route could be explained to them, the places where they were, when sights called for attention, when the border was soon to be crossed, crisscrossed by fences, where they will have to stop and identify themselves to the border guards. A ride on the transit dampened all courage. On its route, the persons with the better knowledge lost their voices. One passed through enemy territory in contiguous territory until they have to stop again, prove their credentials before they are allowed to enter the western part of the sub-city. - »tze«. - Not all of them are manic on the road - But what does Andy want - but Andy didn't suffer this »tze«! A man in a gold helmet wants out. - out of the elitist transformation of his highly sensitive soul. Grief and rage had conquered him. This left behind an absorbing indignation that had to be concealed, because indignations lead to spurts of aggression that upset, that sharpen and that make one dangerous. Indignations about the imperialist aberrations that didn't threaten him, but which gave him the bull-state he was sick of, which preserves the old and suppresses the new, breaks it up and slowly bludgeons it down again. It got worse with it. In Munich, the cops had arrested the street musicians from the scene. That made his rage mute. That's what he went soft on. He doesn't want to say anything about that. But he didn't suffer a »tze« from it. - Nor did Geyer, who had just addressed him. Bohl did not suffer it either. Whom it befell. It slipped inside when he felt charged to pull the strings. Bohl got the people from the East completely »tze«-free, mobilised with confidence, and the selection he arranged had a high rank, right into the Ministry for State Security - he has nothing to be ashamed of there. He underestimated the federal government's interest in it - in the action, that is - but the BKA* was on the bus with him, if the comrades didn't believe it. It didn't really bother them and it wouldn't surprise anyone after the KPD ban. But the federal government doesn't get away with it that easily. Grotewohl dissolved both parties in the East - the communist as well as the social democratic - and both united in socialist brotherhood in the SED. That way it would be big, that way perhaps the action would succeed, and then it would be over with the imperialists from the Western alliance. They didn't get a »tze« from that. This was always followed by the event, the reaction, the action, the event of all things, a working towards it, which Geyer demanded just as Kissinger wanted, only to demonstrate that not everyone loved him, loved the Shah, who had announced himself, who had long since been portrayed sitting on his peacock throne in the Yellow Press, and Ulrike had long since written against it and her fellow students in the college were pondering alternatives. They, too, are interested in something happening to demonstrate to the Shah that not everyone loves him, which is perfectly permissible in a modern constitutional state. But persecuting opponents, torturing them and murdering them is not constitutional, it's feudal and the Shah agreed to it, he was a bejewelled representative of that. But this with a »tze«? - Perhaps the Queen also wants the uprising, as she hopes, so that the Western Allies will defeat him. Then she appears strong and powerful. The Queen also suffers no »tze«, which got them bad cards.

Ulrike had known Benno for some time. Benno, whom she hadn't even been looking for in person, who sat in this small college of Romanists. She had already been putting out her feelers since '58, was actually already giving speeches in public, which is why she was different, and she was involved in the peace movement. In the college she was looking for comrades-in-arms for her liberation struggle and Benno was obviously one of them, seemed suitable to the point of being indispensable. And he was already doing joint actions with Andreas and Gudrun. According to this, he had the confidence to do something. According to that, he was part of it. She was not Benno's psychologist alone, she was the psychologist in the college - the psychologist par excellence and that gave her the chance to influence. Inge is the woman, the fam fatale, the Simone de Bevoiare, who can also be a man, but who is also interchangeable, who apparently had no influence, but who wrote everything. - these did not suffer »tze« at all; they fought it.

Constitution of the state

At that time, in the days of Megillos, the Cretan, and also the Athenian, some people's journeys were much more uncomfortable than those of the people of our day. After all, they soon wrote two thousand years after the birth of Christ. And on this path to modern times, to the present, which stems from the future of those Greeks, many a power struggle took place, which escalated, which led to wars, which fuelled hardship and misery, which served to overthrow and manifest the claim to power of the parties, be it through victory won by force or the successful defence against a coup d'état, which led to the preservation of power of the contested ruling caste. But every ruler was defeated one way or the other, because ultimately his own death willed it with him in such an inevitable, mostly natural way. Death, the primacy of human fear, threatens destruction. And annihilation had also recently happened here. Destruction not of the people, because it did not succeed. Destruction of the fatherland was, after all, the desire of the warlike rage, not yet thirty years ago, not fully, but in large parts, it was the great success of the frenzy. Not in Greece - the German people were finally given up.

They had all called for a leader soon after the imperial lost the First War. War, after which the Emperor, by now in power for thirty years, fled the country, emigrated to Holland, where he wanted to live for a long time, had to witness everything as the people he had abandoned began to disintegrate into a new, long-contested form of government, that of democracy, and fought each other, abandoning faith in themselves and looking upwards to see someone who came from their ranks, who came from below and understood the rise and with it the fatherland. He had only been a soldier and not an aristocrat, not a monarch with a hereditary right to eternal rule. And the fighting people not only repudiated the king, they sought to destroy their God. The one God, Father in heaven, who sent them his Son, over whose work and teachings many a terrible war was unleashed in the past. So it was the same for them. The new leader wished death to both: to the father as well as to the son, and so to the whole people. For this struggle the leader commanded the people to fanaticism, for which he swore them to himself, so that they should follow him to the death if they did not conquer. This people had lost much more than the war: they lost their freedom! In the process, it lost respect for life. It lost itself in its struggle for the rule of a cruel tyrant who wanted to replace the power of God with the wretchedness of human reason as he alone would possess it.

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Verena

»All right. Of course, something like that is to be understood to be important, to have been there, maybe neither, maybe because that's what Bohl wanted them to do. But to be scorched like when Vesuvius erupted and they couldn't get out of its vicinity when it went off. They wanted to be scorched because it was in the service of technical progress, which they were supposed to admire, and perhaps they wanted it themselves. Only, after this, thick clouds moved through the sky, raining down radioactively in the Falling Out, contaminating everything. What then is the use of technical progress at all, if it alone were all that remained of it?« - The bodies of Hiroshima's citizens burned bestially. Patches of them were the remnant of human life that had just evaporated, leaving only a shadow in the place of disappearance, an imprint of a person's flight from the heat ray. But nothing stops the perpetrators from developing it even further, no longer wanting to use plutonium alone for the chain reaction of mass destruction, but hydrogen, which could do everything better, would go further, cause much healthier devastation, until the common enemy (man) finally gets it. All right, something had to happen, a counter-front had to build up, one that - however - has pacifism written all over it, a love for the neighbour, for the human being, and not just a life lie with which the politicians try to evade their responsibility. All right! - Verena. The main thing is that the other name remains good, remains pure. But the time of children's cinema is over, Heidi is passé. All right, then. Verena then. The girl who would know nothing of all this.«

But Hector hurriedly sent two heralds to Troy to bring the lambs quickly and to summon Priam. Agamemmnon, the prince of the nations, also sent Talthybios to go to the spacious ships to praise the lamb to them. Iris now brought word to the shimmering Helena, her sister-in-law like, the Antenorid's wife, Her, who married Antnor's son, the prince Helikom, Priam's rosy daughter Laodike, lovely education.1

Inge

She came from there, past the temple of the Muses she is now close. After all, everything has to be the way it used to be, it was her belief, which she did her best to disregard. The arresting actions were too obvious in those moments! The crowd of demonstrators had long since been pushed forward; hardly any were still coming down from Bismarckstraße. The beating cops had also moved up Krumme Straße; up there they seemed to be in the thousands and so Bismarck Street was then cleared. There they had asked the demonstrators to disperse the demonstration. But it was not a demonstration at all. It was the startled frightened people with whom the people from the Persian secret service had played cudgels from the bag. There at the Schöneberg town hall, where the fairytale king and the Shahbanu took their seats to sign the city's Golden Book. Out here it's no longer voices, here it's shouts, and they had to amplify them with megaphones so that no one could overhear them. - »The multi-storey car park on the corner of Krumme Straße ...«, the shrill sounds of the people being hounded had just swallowed. - »... Water cannons are being used ...«, the upper voice threatened. - »Water march!« she now ordered. I guess the commander for the special task force wants it that way. They were so bad with their truncheons earlier. Many had been given bloody bumps. And then they'll be driven away. Some of them will be dead when they finish the drive, at least that was the fear of some of them.« Irritated by the hustle and bustle in the street and what was happening in front of her, she followed the procession, strolling along the pavement, which had already emptied at this point, where it was no longer so terribly crowded. The head of the BKA was also watching. But he was behaving like a civilian? - That clumped further ahead. She didn't dare turn her head straight ahead as she proceeded step by step, keeping him spellbound to the side and thus keeping an eye on the situation up at the opera house. She had dressed smartly for this, was wearing sporty, calf-length summer trousers, a nautical summer jumper, with a V-neck that showed off her white shirt, which she wore underneath, showing it off, which also showed that nothing would be done to an American lady, here in this place! In this way, she maintained respect for her person, and in this way she avoided possible oversights by crazed policemen who also violently threw young women to the ground, knew no scruples about using batons against them, demonstratively dragging them along the asphalt to the vehicle, if necessary along their hair - with which it goes on the guards and to prison. It was not to happen to her! Geyer also paid attention, led, shouted at and Herold knew how to prevent some things. - In principle, she was now unimportant, lost her rank, was not known by anyone. Just then, the people around Geyer slammed the door of the prisoner transport. The Tall Man from this acquaintance was there photographing everything. She advised him. He had crouched down, he had grown so long. That was the only way he could get to head height with the SEK people. Like a football team holding a trophy, they lifted the young man up on both sides, shouldering him triumphantly as if it were the winner's trophy after a tournament victory. The pictures were meant for the press, at least that's where they belonged, otherwise this would have happened for nothing, she believed. - Slowly she disappeared from the scene of the police action, was on her way in Krumme Straße and wanted to see what was happening upstairs.

Ulrike Dabei

She wanted to be loving because everyone should be. To be loving means to be able to feel love - to beget love. But she was not allowed to be loving because being loving makes you defenceless - achieves nothing. - All people should want to achieve something. Then they satisfied most of the desire for virtue. In addition, they also had to be evil - to master evil, so that the attainable (remains) attained. All people must not be loving alone - all people must become loving!

Of course she did not believe in a God because she was not allowed to. She had been forbidden to believe in a god at school and had not been taught it at home. She believed in the power of education and she thought - like Marx, she assumed - that education, state imprinting and inculcation, would get it done. And, of course, she no longer believed in the Führer, because the Führer did not believe in himself, but only in the power he so successfully vied for until he dared to take it in perfection, to claim it for himself alone. Hardly did she possess an awareness of God in the fulfilment of her ambitious goals, so, despite her studies, she also lacked an awareness of the laws of Plato, for, after all, they do not belong here. The Cretan, Megillos, who still epically presented it to the Athenian who had personally addressed him, expired; they all lost through their pride. And questions arose, as questions still arise today, concerning society, concerning politics. Questions that demand answers, for order in everything, moreover an order in the state that also maintains the state. Questions that did not come from Plato, questions that corresponded to his spirit and sought the origin, the beginning of all statehood, its change in time. In Plato, the answer is found in an insight into time, its effect on the feelings of all people and how this effect always encounters impatience, she liked to think. She remembered a malaise from a bygone era that can infect masses of people like a plague - starting from one individual. She also saw an opportunity in this. Impatience also fuelled human anger, which is perhaps a condition for bringing about a change, a transformation that brings about an overthrow. »Then we no longer need to learn the Athenian's verses by heart, but it is enough to understand the meaning of a philosophical wisdom«, she believed in the Braunschweig College, in the seminar of the Romanists? There she was mainly looking for comrades-in-arms, comrades-in-arms in a common, political cause. So one was allowed to suspect. - Benno seemed to be dreaming. But he certainly wasn't dreaming of that - of an overthrow. He was dreaming about what he neglected to think about in those moments, had virtually lost a fortune in doing so, which Ulrike perhaps regretted because it divided them. His contemplation infected her, no doubt, which is why she reflected. She disliked it, but she couldn't help it now. She mused with them, but contemplations hindered her mind. »In the nature of contemplation lies a sense of the nearness of God,« Benno could now believe, but surely he was pondering something else appropriate to their subject. His subject was not called religion; it was called French. - In Ulrike's face, contemplation had stamped an expression of an Asian seriousness that did not testify to God, but pointed to Buddha, in which now Christ alone was not reflected, but rather Novalis: »Must tomorrow always come again? Does earthly violence never end? Does wretched bustle consume the heavenly approach of night? Will never love's secret sacrifice burn eternally?«2 - Her almond eyes had overlooked the personality of the German poetgenius in him. Her eyes were wet with tears for this from a contemplation of the threats in the world, which is why they glistened only dimly. They only flashed dully and dully, as a testimony to her hatred, not to her courage. - Inge, with whom she had been making common cause for some time, also transfigured herself in a consensual way, just as all the fellow students here, when they fell silent, were musing, not for God and if not for him at all, then for a sense of his existence in the present time. Time had healed many a wound that had begun to gape in its course, not only caused by human hands. With the passage of time, the time of all life passed, which Life was born before it died. Now what is God - one who gave all this so that he might take it? But the impulse of her power had forbidden her such little faith. Mao Zedong is a much greater ruler to her? When she pondered this, a tremulous shuddering would appear in her mind that remained imperceptible, that held her together in a womanly rigidity. - Mao created Buddha. Mao: a leader who gives and no longer takes, who is not merely enthroned, in a heaven of human fantasies of hoping and fearing? She alone lacked faith in this and this circumstance demanded a silent silence from her. Her doubts oppressed her contemplation, whereby she paused, nevertheless leaving the instincts of love in her. Only a short time had passed during which reflection could achieve nothing but a little more clarity about the unfulfillability of her wishes and dreams for awakening the world, after which she awoke from all daydreams. It had led her to disillusionment. It was followed by relaxation, a shifting in her chairs, a wooden one and not an electric one, which did not alone destroy an escape from the realm of the otherworldly. A final sip of their glasses filled with beer. A drag on their cigarettes, which Benno moreover refrained from. - He too was back from eternity, had become accessible to reality again. Slowly, gradually, they had begun to rise; one and the other stretched, thus gaining stability. This, too, gave time a course. In it, the question of God and the world disappeared and both now needed a practical, workable substitute. But many believe in a God, even if those in this environment are mistaken. And many believe in their state, and both have passed away in the course of time. With the passage of time, everything is gone. Gone too is the good in it - the good from the memory of old thoughts. Gone is the law of the leader's power from Platonic times - how had it degenerated? Not so the fatherland, which remains eternally, which demands renewal. Which is why replacements had to follow and still have to! In the end, the leader was the sole replacement, which is hushed up here, which must be over, which must no longer be. The new had already replaced the recent past of horror. This is also how Marx came true, who himself preferred a dictatorship, which is why the revolutions came, which won their victory in their defeats. Hardly that the time of their meditation brought them realisation. Time belonged to it, was even its important condition, was the bearer of human history and was the only one that never lost in it. In her, the seven from the college had satisfied their hunger for knowledge. But Ulrike was hungry for something to eat, as they had all become hungry for something to do. Ulrike had also got up, first standing nimbly behind her chair, waiting for the others, now not knowing exactly what to do next. Then she decided to move her chair rather thoughtfully, which she held slightly raised for this purpose, as she then lifted it to the edge of the set table, pushed it up to its backrest under it, thus creating space, coming more and more to herself. Uwe was the tallest among them, he was more powerful, albeit dragging his feet, towards the door, which he then opened for them; he was closest to her. He gallantly invited the two young women out, who were to be given the right of way, and whom the men followed on their way together to the refectory. So did Benno. He seemed satisfied. His eyes were now shining with anticipation of a decent midday meal. This was to be his future, which now seemed important enough to him to reach next.

It did not come true that Kronos ate all his children, for this failed (them) with Zeus. Instead, Reha gave her husband a stone wrapped in swaddling clothes to eat. It was very heavy in Kronos' stomach and he vomited from. A battle ensued between the son and the Titans to kill the barbarian father. The promised reward was victory. Zeus won and he gained power over the people whose father he was henceforth. Not as their procreator, but as ruler in Olympus, he was the people's protector and ruler over the Olympic family, the collector of clouds who guided the terrible thunderbolt. A light heaven fought with him against the dark powers of the deep ever since. Light skies gained dominion over the world. But even Zeus could not master it alone. He too had to give in. Zeus had brothers who demanded their share: Poseidon and Hades. But Zeus was the Olympian, the god of the heights, was the mighty active one, baller of the vault, the god of the heights, lover of lightning, thundering high, mighty of the elemental powers, a master of the division of powers. But time took away people's belief in this.

Virtue remained, but it does not go back to Zeus. Time gave many a political foresight, so also Zeus, who gave virtue validity, as man still loves it today, for it remained for ever and outlasted every deity, every state, every innovation after renewing change. Zeus was the wisest of the gods, but only the god who loves wisdom remained. Zeus was the mildest of whom mildness remained. Zeus accepted the atonement in which he forgave, but only the atonement remained. Zeus who answered prayers, whereof only prayer remained.

The perm from back then had long since grown out and the strands that had grown back in the meantime had reached a considerable length, hanging down her back in soft lengths, past her shoulders. Almond eyes now betrayed a resemblance to the young woman in Brunswick, but this one had a different look. She felt rejuvenated by this, having become a student again and escaping the harshness of everyday life. Not to be recognised in the cliché of the housewife mother at home and at the hearth. With a slouch cap on her head, she had been drifting in the crowd of blondes with blue-grey eyes for some time. It was not she alone who caused a protest from those citizens who abhor rebelliousness, because they seemed to be testing a rebellion here. Only occasionally, in the hysterical stream of demonstrators overflowing with passers-by, did she push one or the other towards the policemen, in which she might have gained some pleasure in mocking both: the demonstrator, whom she had no use for here, and the policeman, whom she couldn't stand. She stayed behind and stretched because of her victory. None of the policemen picked her up and if one dared, she showed him her identity card, which identified her as a journalist who was allowed to do what others were beaten up for by the police. But shooting was allowed, and over there, in the east of the sub-city, they had always made use of the order to shoot. And Bohl defected, got himself a police post in the West Berlin part of the city, and he practised shooting like no one else did. He practised at every opportunity, practised on the Americans' square; that seemed to belong. He had the Stasi pay for it; it kept him together and showed loyalty, and the suburb still lived in togetherness with it. He got new papers and Bohl is no longer Bohl. Bohl is from now on Kürassier. »Well then, what name may be given to this future institution of yours? But I do not mean this as if I wanted to ask what name it has at present and what name it should be given in the future; for this name will (already) be given in the new state by (the nature of its) foundation or some locality, or it will be given the sacred name of a river or a spring or one of the deities native to that region. What I want to know about this state through this question is rather this: whether it will be a maritime or a land state,« the Athenian asked in the round of his discussion participants, and he asked, making preliminary considerations for a model legislation for the new colony.3 »How are you?« she asked between them. »You can't stay here anymore,« she believed. »The old has passed us by and the new is our industry.«