I am the new mother of Austria. Whether they like it or not. They can humilitate me like they did to that Bosnian woman, Turkish, dirty Turkish... they talk..
Their brain capacity is only able to define people with their nationality.
Maybe I should pretend I never hear these words, for the love I feel for you.
Mothers RAUS, can we use the children? Asimilate them?
There are so many ways to say RAUS. If they are afraid of you, they can even pull a gun on your head like i lived once upon a time in Vienna.
And what happens to all the children who are stolen from their mothers?
You can not stay in nobodys arms, like hunger and like thirst, you only want me.
Will you remember the games we played, how I was hiding you in my arms, how I cried when other children broke your music box.
The dream I had in pregnancy, on the walls with red is written 'MOTHERS RAUS'
I remember Tanja Ostojic's art work , the nazi germans how they adored that jewish woman, even though they dont realize that their sick love made her todkrank.
I remeber I cried in my grandmothers arms, when I watched at television, That the one of the biggest diplomatic enemy of Turkey is Austria. And in between these politics stays you and me, the mother and a child.
And a killer in Norway , kills hundred migrant children. afterwards, Norway decides to be 'nice' to migrants.
I am really sorry my child, but there is only blood , who changes something in the world, the blood ,sacrification.
You have to stand straight, 'kopf hoch' against the ones who wants to shed your blood.
And the visa, your father says 'a piece of paper'
Maybe we should laugh at all these, see how they laugh at Hitler today.
Imre Kertesz has a Nobel price winner book, you should read it called 'Fateless'. He spent his childhood in an concentration camp, then he wants to return where, there his soul belongs. And he writes, Jewish are responsible for what happened to them, selber schuld. Because they did not feel the danger that was coming .
I am feeling the danger that is coming. However I can not do anything.
Blood is shed, blood is in the bodies, you carry my blood.
çağla 2010
