going to the local park as a child, I was intrigued by this scruffy old graveyard. Situated in a corner of a park, on the street where I lived, it was enclosed by an iron fence adorned with stars, and all the old, mossy grave stones bore inscriptions in a weird foreign language. It’s a jewish burial-place, used between 1787 and 1857. (An older picture.) I was intrigued; probably more intrigued than by the swings and the children’s toys in the park. But you don’t talk about graves, do you? You don’t mention the dead. The park was an interesting place. Not only the graveyard, but on one side a fire station, on an other the police (and the jail). On yet another side, the fourth, was the shelter — where you were supposed to go, when the war came. It was important to know, thought my grandfather and grandmother, to whom war was a reality. They taught me everything I needed to know, and most of it has never come to use. But that is the charm of quaint knowledge.
Now to the underground train station close-by: well, I always used to think this thing dangling from the ceiling was the real corpse of a bat:
I don’t know why I thought so; it’s too big to be a bat. Even a child ought to know that. Having finally abandoned my embarrassing childhood hypothesis, I am now convinced these are the scorched wings of an archangel. Which one of them? I don’t know. Do you?
(That’s some 1970s metro art.)
Ps. Today is the solstice. See my old posts! After all, it happens every year, and there’s only so much to say about it, even for a talkative soul like Rudi. To celebrate, there will be champagne in the kiosk, and the gnomes will sing. Unlike fairies and elves, they love the dark season. The predicted apocalypse seems to have failed to create the drama one might expect from any decent and major cataclysm, but if the elementals get drunk enough, I’m sure there will drama to satisfy any apocalyptic thrill-seeker. Everyone who’s not so inclined is welcome to help themself to a second (or third, or fourth, or…) serving of comforting ice-cream. Happy solstice!