FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (Satis Shroff)

THE DANCER AND THE POET There she is a blonde Flamenco dancer, From a family that was long dysfunctional. The poet says: ‘Dance, my dear to the rhythm Of the guitar and my lyrics.’ She pushes her feet to perform the fiery rhythms, She dances in a trance, Like a shaman in a séance. By working them out Till she’s exhausted after each dance. He praises her in his verses, Suddenly he lets her fall down. This makes her doubt; Melancholy creeps into her heart. She thinks: ‘When we came together It was like a blitz, That touched my heart. You brought me fire like Prometheus, Kindled it within me. Ah, love when we’re together We come out of our shells And enter each other.’ * * * Our love is like a flower with feelings It needs to be cared for, It needs the sun so that the perfume Can unfold itself. Your hatred is a contagious fire, Like darkness which douses the fire with

FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (Satis Shroff): O, Europa (Satis Shroff) : O, EUROPA (Satis Shroff) Cic Courtesy: pixaby O, Europa! My desire was to reach your shore But ...

O, EUROPA: migration blues (Satis Shroff) Pic Courtesy: pixaby SWALLOWED BY THE SEA (Satis Shroff) Lost in the Mediterranean, I, a passenger, on my way to Mother Europe, Was swallowed by the sea. A ship left Al Khoms, 120 km east of Tripolis, On board 250 people seeking asylum. Why a passage across the Mediterranean? There is no safer way, Out of the outlet Libya. What remains afloat Are rubber and plastic trappings, The relict of a boat, Sans humans on the waves A hundred souls are feared drowned, 34,196 risked their lives, Trying to reach Europe by sea. Is death by drowning Not a reason for asylum? Lost in the Mediterranean I, a passenger, on my way to Mother Europe, Swallowed by the deep sea. Lost in the Mediterranean, I, a passenger, on my way to Mother Europe, Swallowed by the sea. Desperate and vulnerable, Homeless in captivity. Detention camps and human smuggler

FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (Satis Shroff): An English Garden in Germany: Satis Shroff : ETTENBÜHL: AN ENGLISH GARDEN IN GERMANY (SATIS SHROFF) Forty years ago Ettenbühl was a tract of agricultural land with meadows. It...

ETTENBÜHL: AN ENGLISH GARDEN IN GERMANY (SATIS SHROFF) Forty years ago Ettenbühl was a tract of agricultural land with meadows. It was turned into a five hectar English landscape and has now 26 garden space with over 100 special wood, thousands of roses and flowery bushes. It all began in 1975 as a private garden. In 1998 Gisela Seidel and her daughter Stephanie Körner decided to take the challenge and make something special out of Ettenbühl, a sleepy hamlet. That was the beginning of Landhaus Ettenbühl in 1999. An English garden without a native gardener? In the year 2000 a genuine English gardener and rose specialist named   John Scarman joined the team and he stayed till 2012. The landhouse grew and a restaurant, café and a gardening school added. Today, you have visitors from Switzerland, Germany and Alsace (France). You can saunter along Granny’s Walk, which has lovely roses, past the very English restaurant and café, and along the Yellow Brick Road. The tall Leyla