Sometimes, especially in the spring, listen I am the hammer of the bird which searches in the chestnut trees in the yard under the bark of old trees for worms. They come before me always as brave, tireless workers, those birds that run around the sake of survival in danger of breaking the skull. In particular, the rhythm of the hammer makes me sit up , they sound like a machine gun with a slightly smaller magazine. Persistently repeating short bursts that evoke in me memories of the oversized woodpeckers at the Berlin Wall. The noise of the bird in the Chestnut brings me back to that distant echo that I heard for the first time in March 1990. On my first visit to the former German capital, which would perhaps be the capital again, I have often asked myself: What is the search for this tireless worker on the line of demarcation of these two cities? And I thought he understood, or at least hoped, that they were looking at the ruins in the world of Yalta for a piece of concrete utopia. I would also like to used a hammer and climbed the stone wall between two worlds, on the one like on the other side also think they were. I come from a family of blacksmiths. They made copper boiler. So I could from an early age to deal with the hammer. Obsessed with the desire to assist in the destruction of the old divisive world, I began my right hand as I held her in more of that tool of my distant childhood Slovenian to move and imitate the consistent movements of my father and my uncle. And to me this work seemed so familiar that it seemed to me like being me, I too long on one of the many walls of contemporary Europe.
was my first encounter with Berlin so well in so-familiar tracks, because they reminded me of my own destiny, to experienced and my fears as they pass a boundary. The face of the German capital, the newly made history in March 1990 and aware that she had been the past is a left once and for all behind him, turned me gay. I have witnessed the fall of the wall almost immediately, my friend Walter Aue called me in Paris, shouting enthusiastically into the phone: "We can now over to the East!" East Germany was part of my pupils lerschicksals been. From there came my first braille typewriter, just as my first sculptural World Atlas. I was very happy in Berlin at the thought that I would be able to visit those places where my maps were created and my first typewriter, which I owe so much. When I first crossed the border that divided Berlin, the officials checked on both sides of my passport rather than habitually convinced that they were dealing with a suspicious emigrants. Yes, in these European borders that I have on my trips between Paris and Slovenia as likely to cross, I was often viewed as someone whom it was checked, as a traveler, who for , r had to justify why he ran between the Communist and the so-called free world. Despite the political situation prevailing in the trapped between two blocks of Yugoslavia, I like all the other Yugoslav citizens was tainted or even the unforgivable mistake of anywhere else to be. Sinner against his will and nothing else, we were the representatives of the Western authorities who have accompanied me to this day and do it well until the end of my days.
The mood in Berlin in March that made me forget all this. My heart clung with all his former power disillusioned enthusiastic about a new, strengthened by the destruction of the illusion of shame. In general, Fortunately, I was wobbling as everyone believes that the hammers of the wallpeckers the cradle of a new Europe brought to vibrate. immersed in this dream, I saw Zeus in front of me, he had turned into a bull to abduct the beautiful Europa. No doubt a pretty legend that in these days in Berlin was given a new meaning. Unlike in Greek myth were, this time against two bulls, one from the east and the other from the West, and fought like the privilege, the new, from the clutches of the past, Europe freed on her back to bear. At that time I did not know, that this large-hearted encounter of the two parts of Europe would lead to a disappointment, as I would have suspected at this time of historic high "never. Even if Berlin is not the capital of reunified Germany was, I knew that the Soviet soldiers who were keeping guard in the East would soon withdraw. Even then, they saw largely ignored my flashlight, it appears, and were photographed stoic. Later they talked to me even, because to me a lot of the material that they no longer needed, wanted to sell. Maybe it does not itself, but middlemen who have offered me helmets and badges were. Some people also tried with uniforms and field glasses, which had formerly part of the Soviet fleet in the Baltic States. I regret to have bought any of these "far-sighted" devices. Perhaps it would have allowed me to see a little further, on which, as Malraux said, lyrical illusions, which I gave my heart and soul. The wheel of history, which had set itself inexorably in front of the Berlin Wall in motion, had drawn me into its spell.
This article provides an introduction to the complex text analysis and text structure analysis in our seminar. In this unit, another essay by is read Evgen Bavcar.
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