1. An idiot in France has killed a number of "his enemies", which include children as revenge for children in another part of the world that he probably knows NOTHING about. It is an absolute disgrace and VERY VERY sad.

    He is of Algerian origin, influenced by Afghan-based, Saudi-financed idiots. He calls himself a muslim and wants to avenge muslim children who were "murdered" by jews in Israel. FOR GOODNESS SAKE - this is just a mad man. He could also have said he is from the dark-side and would kill all those who wear blue light-sabres. Or he could be a white man from Oslo who kills anyone socialist or brown or ... or....

    BUT, we know what will happen now. Marie Le Pen has started it already. There will be a big scaremogering from the media in Europe about muslims and immigrants and assylum seekers and the need to bomb Iran to ruins and start a 3rd world war and how the immigrants of the brown colour from the outer world of islamia need to be castrated or integrated. And so on.


    Oh, what a shame on this man for his lunacy. Oh, what a shame on the media. Oh, what a shame on people who take things out of all proportion. Oh, what a shame on extremists of any shape and colour. Oh, what a shame for us.

    :-(
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  2. 11 months since I last wrote here. There has been and is so much that I want to say and that occupies my mind!

    Where do I start, no continue? Okay, in stream of consciousness.
    The Arabic spring
    Actually I don't know what spring in Arabic is, will have to look it up. It has had some success, much uncertainty and a long way to go. BUT, well done people of these lands. You are making yourselves heard.

    Neo-Nazi terror in Germany
    This so-called cell of three. What were they up to and why did they get away with it? I think we may never really know, but hey closing the right eye to look only to the left and at the new Islamism (which side is that on actually?) was probably the wrong thing. I doubt here in Germany anything like the horror of over 70 years ago will happen again, but best be awake, aware with all eyes open, and borrow some for the back of the head.

    Having another small on in the family
    She has now slept through two nights in a row, each over 10 hours. Hoping this will continue. Well done little one. Unbelievably over 7 months already.

    Iran, Iran
    Nuclear weapons or not, this regime must change. It is getting nowhere. What will come is of course debatable and perhaps not the ideal democracy. But, hope never dies or is the last to die. So, lets go!

    NO more nuclear energy (well, new) in Germany
    Mrs. Merkel may always be unsure, but this was right, even if it was really just turning back the clock on a previous decision. Still, it is the result in this case that counts.

    PhD
    Coming along SLOOOOWLY.

    Expensive Gold
    What a surprise! Not! This and all other significant things have their price ups and downs.

    Financial crisis
    Until the media report on it, it will continue. It is a self-fulfilling prophecy. If all media say that shares are tumbling then they will... AND these rating agencies, where were they when this all started? They think they are gods of capitalism, I think.

    okay, all for now. getting worked up. will write sooner next time.
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  3. It is a long time since I wrote. In this time I have been growing my second baby, and I guess that is the reason that I have not been busy with other things. There are still 3 months to go, but I cannot avoid what is going on in the area where I kind of originate from, i.e. Mid East/North Africa. This is especially true as I was in Israel for a visit just a month ago.

    My first thoughts as I got on my Lufthansa flight back to Germany were "The people here are all mad". And I of course did not mean any individual, but the systems that make the region a troublesome one. Even the democratic Israel has many internal problems, which make living there also far below the European standards.

    So, these thoughts obviously did not affect only me. The people of so many countries are finally rising. It is the first time that they are standing up to their own countrymen and not colonialists for many of them. Well done to them first of all. It is tragic and high prices are being paid, but WELL DONE. I am so far removed that I can do almost nothing but to watch in awe.

    I do not really know how best to even start on this subject and tackle my blog. I will just let my stream of consciousness take over. It usually knows best. I will first mention my first and foremost thought.

    All the Arab lands that are revolting should hope the big father moves as it is behind many issues and problems. That is the big rich father, Saudi Arabia. Nothing is happening there yet, and why not? Not because life is great, but because the ruling family is rich and POWERFUL. It supports many radical groups (officially and not) and has paid for wars (Iraq v Iran) and would do so again. IT is the problem to tackle before anyone else like waanabe Iran. I have a list of countries to make it easier to handle writing the thoughts.

    Egypt
    This ancient land is seen as Arabic of course, but is where much of the world's civilisation comes from. It enjoyed some time of pro-Egyptian and national thinking until Hosni Mobarak came. HM was rather worried about the Islamic movement and made it his excuse to suppress the people and succeeded. He and his regime persecuted gays, but did not do much to increase education among the masses of their huge population. He had to go, let us hope the military will not simply keep people suppressed, but will allow them freedom. And I mean ALL of the people, although the name Muslim brotherhood sends shudders down my spine. But, if that is what the people want, not allowing them it will cause more long term problems. Just look at not far away Algeria!

    Tunisia
    They started the revolution - for all the right reasons. After the colonialists went, why should a fellow countrymen colonise them? The corrupt head of state has gone, but where to? Haha, Saudi. Yes, my theory warms up. Tunisia had some golden moments and can have them again. Democracy is what they want and should get. Without oil wealth to spoil things, they should do well.

    Algeria
    Oh, dear oh dear. What has Algeria not tried in the last 50 years? Monarchy. Otherwise, colonialism, revolution, nationalism, communism/socialism, semi-democracy, islamism, militarism, democracy, semi-democracy and now again semi-revolution. Sadly, lots of wealth (not for the individual people) corrupts all at the top. The winners stay the same, an elite connected to the army.

    Libya
    As I write the most tragic of the cases. Gaddafi the first and his son are quashing every protest extremely violently. Where will it end? Even the police in Algeria was a bit less brutal. Again the national income corrupts and disrupts. Is there hope? I think Gaddafi will go soon, but what will become of the country? Chaos I think.

    Morocco
    Still only minimal protests. The king is the head of everything and along with his father has managed to quash many voices, from islamic to democratic to ex-friends'. Nothing much will change here in the near future.

    Bahrain
    Uprisings are not new, just newly widely reported. The structure is in need of great upgrade if Bahrain wants to survive. The majority needs a voice. The king will have to give in.

    Iran
    Long and complex issues. But, the end of this regime is near. Democracy can be the replacement. The people are ready for that.

    Yemen
    The president has already said he is going, but the neighbour Saudi has far too much influence here.

    The list I have not tackled includes Oman, UAE, Lebanon and Syria. They are themselves lots of other stories, with probably little change coming soon.
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  4. 30 years ago it started. 8 year it lasted. It effects will be felt, echoed for many decades still to come.
    It put fear in the hearts of millions, cost millions of lives and unbelievable amounts of money of course.

    I remember so much fear during the 8 years. It seemed never ending and was the worst thing that can happen to one. Although I saw direct effects far more rarely than those in the south and west, it did and would not stop. It went on and on. For no reason whatsoever. I hated every minute and can tell far too many negative experiences about it. (later later Bloggies)

    I just want to commemorate or note this day somehow. 30 years ago!!!!!!!!!!! Iraq attacked Iran and a war was waged for EIGHT long long years. I can only wish for peace. I can only be a pacifist. That IS all.
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  5. What is an -ism?

    It is a suffix that describes an ideology. Known examples are: Communism, Imperialism, Capitalism, Fascism, Feudalism, Federalism, Optimism, Sexism, Ageism, Judaism, etc. etc.

    Another - new-ish -ism

    A relatively new -ism is however the ideology that makes Islam (a religion) into a political movement. This is not necessarily a new idea, the caliphate of Islam already existed centuries ago, but the introduction of it to the wide world is new. I however am afraid that this particular -ism although disguised under a different name, is actually a better known and experienced one. Islamism is turning out to be nothing but fascism lurking under the robes of a mullah or an imam.

    Fascism tends to march around in boots. In case of Islamism, the leaders march around in long robes, while the boots support them. The fascists in Italy may have looked for "superior racial qualities", the Islamist tend to look for "superior expressions of belief". One could be of any race, colour or even gender, as long as one dresses and behaves accordingly to belong to this club.

    What is happening in Iran today, is a perfect example of what I allude to. Over 31 years ago, a bunch of lefties (communist, socialist, Islamic socialist) came together with a bunch of nationalists and some Islamists, supported by the naive liberals or democrats who missed the signs and turned a large, rich land to the new Fascism. My discussion is not about whether or not the monarchy worked or deserved to stay. It is water under the bridge. But, what is important is to look at today and what the future might bring.

    What is true is that today, the Islamic-fascistic elements in Iran are simply filling up the prisons and filling up their pocket with the petrodollars. They find any excuse to do this. One second, the opposition is being arrested, one second a woman with a thin headscarf, another moment a journalist who may have take a photo that shows it is not all bliss. This extremism that is going on today, is about as bad as the second year after the revolution, and some ten years then after. It is being carried out somewhat systematically, with disastrous consequences.

    It is causing the brains to drain faster where they can or rot in prison where they can't. Those outside who may have brought business with them do not dare enter. Foreigners are isolating the land and leaving it to itself. Natural resources are wasted, bogus industries are growing and the armoury ever more expanding. Friends of yesterday (read Russia) are turning into foes.

    It sound like Germany and Italy towards the end of their fascistic eras. The organisation of the system is nothing like Germany, but perhaps the chaos a bit like Italy. Even at the top nobody holds a clear position.

    This can all mean only one thing: The end is near. (what the replacement is - is a whole other question)
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  6. Once an immigrant, always an immigrant? Or does this not make any sense? In my case, however it is true. Here I want to put my point of view of immigration across. I am not going to address the whole issue of what a host country should do, how they should prepare for integration or ejection of the immigrants, etc. but how I have gone through it, my personal experience. This is obviously a short summary of the whole deal.

    I became an immigrant for the first time at the age of 3.5. I moved back to the country I was born in, but I was an immigrant for sure. I had already by this age moved countries to live in some 3 times. However, this one move back, the immigration, was just as traumatic and exciting as immigration might be for a 30 year old person going somewhere they have no previous relationship with.

    I call this move immigration, because I moved from my home, friends and family to a place where I didn't know anybody yet, even my family. I stopped living on the sunny shores of the Mediterranean, where I was able to walk to the beach any time, run around without much care and learn rude words that mum did not yet know!

    Just like all immigrants, I left behind the food I knew, the baguettes, the croissants and the like to learn to eat a new type of bread - flat bread. I left behind a high consumption of fish in my food for where fish was eaten on average once a year. I left a socialist country for what was then a monarchy. The latter I did not understand exactly at the point of my move, but had a lot of meaning later on.

    When we moved, there was expected first the shock, that of the change of language, although I understood and spoke this already. Actually, even for those who go from UK to USA this is an issue I believe. In my case, everybody was able to babble in mine and mum's language, but nobody understood the language of where I came from!!!! Heck, what was going on? Okay, this was strange, but there was more to come.

    The next morning, the breakfast did not consist of MY breakfast, but of what the locals ate. Hmm, the bread was flat and there were these white big pieces of cheese! People drank their tea in little glasses with sugar cubes. And if you wanted to have fun, and your tea was really hot, you could pour it in the saucer and blow on it and drink it out of there. AND you drank LOTS of tea, from a samovar. Ok, so far actually so good, I could make a mess and the bread and cheese tasted good. I even took one called sangak (little stone) from the kitchen and put it in our still unpacked suitcase. I was not sure we were staying. The sugar cubes were a god sent. Even better than chocolate really...

    I call this move an immigration, because I needed to adjust to be able to survive. I was not going back home, but making a new one. I was to belong to a new set of people with their cultures and rules. So, the best thing to do was to adapt. I did this very quickly, given my age, and some pre knowledge due to my mother. However, even some ten year later, when I left this home, I felt a little like an outsider.

    I still did not understand some things. I did not get used to the way one could just say so much that they did not mean, in compliments, how it was at all important that a boy and girl might play together or talk to each other. I did not understand or accept how "foreigners" were seen to be cold and quite disliked by some. After all, I was also partly foreign... The war, the still revolutionary atmosphere and the closed borders did not make me feel any better. They made me wish I could leave actually.

    Finally I did get the chance to move to a new home land. With the bravery and efforts of my mother, we left for a free land, where we could live without the fear of war, oppression, revolutions and so on. Despite its weather the new island home was what I had wished for. The first day we arrived back there (I had lived there before) was cloudy, humid and warm, but I still wondered whether I could ever have any new wishes. I was so satisfied and happy, that I felt the lack of NOTHING.

    This particular euphoria lasted a long while, at least several months, until I learned what a Walkman was! I wondered at this new wish and did not know how I could possibly have a new wish. Of course that was normal, and not forbidden, I could have new "needs", but they were not comparable with the need to live free of fear and oppression, without the constant threats that war presents.

    My new home was of course also not perfect and even I sometimes complained about it. But, I adapted and met the new cultural "challenges" head on. So much so that within a short time (and on time) I was able to study at one of its best universities, speak the language better than many natives with a good native accent. I did not perfect everything to match, and there was a lot that I had to learn, but it took a long time before the wonders of adjustment bothered me. Actually, it was the stress that got to me so I wished for a new horizon. I could no longer stand living in such a huge city.

    In this home I was one of the untypical immigrants. I was/am highly educated, always worked and therefore paid a lot of taxes, did not have zillions of children and did not burden the social system. This for me is what immigration was about, choosing a better land to live in (for personal reasons, whatever they may be) and realistically trying to adapt to the host country to the degree where one is no longer an outsider, but part of the makeup of its society. After all, it was the least I could do, as I now had been given all the same opportunities everyone else enjoyed.

    Very much aware of this and actually quite happy, it was time to do this immigration thing one more time. Perhaps actually for the last time. After lots of thought, consideration and reflection, making lists of pros and cons and drawing up a shortlist, it was time to choose the new land and move there. The continent was an obvious choice away from the island, and given the circumstances, the continent's (union's) biggest economy was the way and place to go.

    Again, adaptation and acceptance of the fact that I as the newcomer have to do more to fit in was and is essential. Otherwise, it would be better to stay where I was or just go elsewhere. Learning the new language was essential, expecting some adjustments and new experiences, and willingness to learn how to do things their way was on my mind. I was there to build a new life and a new life needed effort from me.

    And how is it going? So far so good, although my accent is not yet perfect and there are words that I still need to learn. (It is not even three years yet.) I will always look like I come from foreign lands here, and may not manage a perfect neutral accent, but I imagine I will be accepted as part of the fabric of society. (Actually, this is already the case, as I already work here.)

    The essence and reason of my blog and telling this little story? In my view if one chooses (irrelevant what the reason is and how long one thinks one would stay away so to speak) to move to a new home land one must be prepared for adjustments, adaptation and maybe even some sacrifices. The hosts may also adapt in time if this is a mass immigration of some kind, but they are the ones at HOME. The new home of the immigrants will have good and bad points, these come in one big package. I guess what I am really also saying is that life is what you make it.


    An after thought
    I forgot to mention the bread after the first immigration. Sadly, bread on the island was nothing to write to any home about! But, for sure this latest move has brought with it a wonderful choice of bread!
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  7. Just eating my lunch, thought again of my theory... The last shah of Iran is not dead, look he is here. Don't believe me, here was the Shah. They are look-a-likes, one has to admit.

    (I couldn't copy the photos, copy right you know.)
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  8. How living beings share the sun's light

    The light that reaches the earth from the sun changes mostly into warmth and sooner or later leaves our globe. The sun's energy has become the life-giving current, which all take a part of. (Gottfried Schatz, Neue Zurcher Zeitung, 2.11.2009) Translation by Maryam Yahiaoui-Doktor

    "The sun rose in Paderborn, with very peevish gesture. She had to indeed carry out an annoying deed. To light the dumb earth." - with these words from "Germany - a winter fable" Heinrich Heiner gives our earth an overly enlarged significance, even though in his bitter verses he had little else left for her. The sun pours only one tenth of a milliard of its light towards us - and more than a half of that is swallowed up or reflected back to space by our atmosphere.

    Every square meter of the earth's surface receives on average only around 1700 Kilo Calories of energy in the form of visible light per year. Most of this turns into heat and sooner or later leaves the earth again as Infrared rays.

    Man cannot eat light


    However, single-celled organisms managed already around four million years ago, to capture a small part of this light energy and live from it. Soon other beings learned to feed themselves on this organisms and therefore indirectly from the sun. The sun's energy would become a life-giving rays, whose countless ramifications feed the various of life on our planet. This ray is denied only the original single-celled organisms, who live deep under the surface of the earth or around volcanoes, and use geochemical processes as their energy source.

    Energy is the ability to perform work. It cannot be created or destroyed, but only change from one form to another: from light to heat, from movement to electrical current - and from this to almost all other forms. the Kilo Calorie ist officially an outmoded unit for energy, but still usable in public. A Kilo Calorie can warm up one litre of water by one degree celcius - and support a walk of 13 metres or life for one minute. Under the false sign of "Calorie" countless people suffer to burn these off and strive for the bizarre slim ideal.

    So much that we also enjoy the warming light of the sun - it cannot feed us directly. Every hungry tropics inhabitant is a modern Tantalus. Only plants and photosynthesising single-organisms with the magic wand of light are able to turn carbon dioxide and water into organic biomass. These deliver fuel for plant-eaters, for the fire of their cells' breathing and therefore energy for living. For the plant-eater this type of parasitism is expensive: they can use around a tenth of the light energy saved in plants for their own biomass. This is because they need energy to move and hold their temperature and chemical balance of their body constant. Therefore a kilogramme of plant nutrition often offers fewer calories than a hundred grammes of meat. The energy need of predators is even larger, because they use a lot of energy to travel long distances to hunt their prey.

    The seepage of the sun's energy in this food chain is dramatic. In the free nature, plants save - in the normal fun of their lives - only a half percent of of the sun's energy they receive as biomass, while plant-eaters around one hundreth of a percent and predators another ten times less. Therefore we know such large herds of reindeer or antilopes, but not of tigers or leopards. It is even worse for animals that prey or feed on other predators. A predator who mostly eats leopards has to put itself so far back in the queue of sun's light that it could never increase its numbers. It is therefore no wonder that the leopard has no natural enemies. These remorseless rules of the food chain go also for us humans. Every one of us must take around 700 000 Kilo Calories of chemical energy in the form of food, in order to lead a normal and healthy life. As vegetarians the residents of Zurich could feed themselves with less than a hundred square kilometer agricultural land, while with a pure meat diet the neede land would be - and the price of the food - around five to ten times as much.

    Cultures, genes

    The strive for the sun's energy has also affected the development of man's culture. As hunter gatherers our nomadish ancestors had to cross long ways in order to ensure they got their share of the sun's energy. Agriculture and intensive domestication of animals allowed them to travel less, settle, establish cities and develope a higher culture. In order to produce evermore nutrition from smaller land masses, we use mighty amounts of water, artificial fertilizers, pesticides and crude oil. In order to gain one Kilo Calorie of nutrition, we often have to burn one Kilo Calorie of crude oil. Our industrial food production has become a grotesque machine that feeds on oil.

    Our genes also aid us in our search for energy from the sun. An example are two closely related Ariaal-Sippen of Kenya. One group are nomadish stock breeders in the mountains and the other settled farmers living in low lands. A rare gene that brings out aggression, lack of concentrationm impluse and hyperactivity in humans is found mostly in the nomadish group in the well-fed and muscular, whereas in the settled farmers, mostly in the under-nourished and weaker-muscled men. This suggest that this gene variety is an advantage for nomads and the other way around a disadvantage for the settled farmers. Being implusive, ready to attack and the ability to react quickly can help nomads to defend their herds, find new grazing land or as children learn life's necessities in a life on the move - and ensure they get enough nutrition. In a village community these characteristics would be a hindrance.

    Nuclear fusion?

    We humans have come forward in our waiting list for the sun's energy: with the taming of fire we tapped into energy from the sun that light-using beings had saved over years or even millions of years. And with wind and water mills, solar cells and solar energy farms we jumped to the top of the queue. However, first spliting teh atom gave us access to energy that is not from our sun. Perhaps one day we will succeed in making an artificial sun from splitting atoms in fusion reactors. This would give us warmth and electricity on our dumb earth, but not enough light. The life-giving rays of the natural sun light can never be replaced.
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  9. A poem from Ghadeh Alsaman
    An able poet from Syria

    If you come to my home, bring me a pencil, a black pencil;
    I want to draw a line on my face, so I won't be caged for the crime of beauty, also a cross on my heart so I won't be tempted!
    Give me an eraser for erasing the lips, I don't want anyone to blacken me due to their redness.
    A shovel, so I uproot my feminine virtues, sow my being... without these is heaven's way easier.
    Give me a razor to shave my hair off and air my head, and to think some without head cover.
    Give me thread and needle, for my tongue. I want... to sew it to my mouth... this way are my cries quieter.
    Don't forget the scissors, I want to censor my thoughts!
    I also need washing powder to wash my brain!
    When I've washed my brain to hang it on the line so the wind can take my marks to where the Arab threw his flute.
    Do you know? One should be realistic! If you find a silencer, also take it!
    I want to shut my sobs in my throat when they beat me as a prostitute for the crime of love and choice.
    I want a copy of my identity, to, so when the religious brothers and sisters swear at me and humiliate me in the name of preaching, I can remember who I am.
    Pray to god... if you see they sell rights somewhere, buy some for me, so I can mix it with my food and deny me them before others do.
    Finally, if you get some money, buy me a sign to hang on my neck... and I'll write on it in large letters:
    I AM HUMAN! I AM STILL HUMAN, I AM A HUMAN EVERYDAY.
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  10. No, I don't mean capitalism gone out of control, but brutality. In Iran a 21 year old man was today killed, because at the age of 17 he had stabbed someone to death. The family of the original victim came to watch the murderer die, and were allowed to also stab him. The mother went along.

    How disgusting is this? What is wrong with this?
    1. The man was a minor at the time of the act.
    2. The mother of the murderer has now also killed.
    3. Death does not fix the original death.
    4. This does not deter anyone else from doing the same.
    Why isn't the UN, the world, doing something to stop capital punishment. It should NOT be legal anywhere.
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