FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (Satis Shroff)

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FLYING ABOVE THE ABODE OF THE GODS (Satis Shroff) "Will the passengers please fasten their seat belts," said a soft voice over the intercom. And I slid one end of the belt into the heavy metallic slot, sat back, and peered through the window of the Nepalese jet. The runway was clear and there was an Airbus 310, three Russian-made helicopters and a Dornier-aircraft near the control tower of Kathmandu's Tribhuvan International Airport. Some people waved from the tower. It was one of those early-morning mountain flights that are run 'provided-the-weather-is-good' as they say in tourist-brochures. My seat was right near the port wing and I could get a fairly good view of the engines coming noisily to life. The jet taxied lazily down the southern end of the runway, swerved around and sped towards the north gathering momentum till I could finally feel a hollow in my stomach. We were airborne. It was a steep climb and the blue mountain front was looming close. You c

FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (Satis Shroff): CHANNEL CROSSING (Satis Shroff) : Zeitgeistlyrik CHANNEL CROSSING (Satis Shroff) Dreams have turned into nightmares, Where moral has been destroyed. When people contemplat...

Zeitgeistlyrik CHANNEL CROSSING (Satis Shroff) Dreams have turned into nightmares, Where moral has been destroyed. When people contemplate suicide, Than suffer at the hands Of the IS or the Taliban. The children tell you tales Of Dads who never returned. Bombed dwellings, Doors with bullet-holes. Will we ever find compassion, Understanding and tolerance Out in the west? We face prejudice and hatred Towards the poor and destitute In the rich west. We have turned into pawns For the politicians in White Russia, European countries and Poland. They push us here and there In their borders. Walls created with bared-wire To keep refugees out. The children tell you tales Of Dads who never returned. Bombed dwellings, Doors with bullet-holes. Incessant vigilant armed patrols, Heat sensors around railway tracks. The official routes are closed. Priti Patel, a politician of Indian descent, Discusses who is a genuine asylum seeker And who is an economic migrant. We are fleeing persecution And

Humanitarian Tragedy in Europe’s Eastern Border (Satis Shroff) Due to the dramatic development along the 1000km Ukraine-Belarussian border, where thousands of migrants from Syria and Iraq are forced to live in the cold, wet forests zone, the Ukraine is not sending humanitarian help but 3000 border soldiers, 2000 national guards to control the border against an invasion of migrants. Moreover, 15 helicopters are being deployed to observe the forested and swampy areas, according to minister Denys Monastryskyj. He said the barb-wired border will be extended. The Ukraine wants to build an ‘intelligent border’ and the Ukranian government will be spending 560 million to achieve this goal. The people from Iraq and Syria, who have paid for the flight, visa and hotel in White Russia, are now obliged to spend days and nights in the cold border. Their hopes of reaching and receiving political asylum in the west (Germany, France and Switzerland) have been squashed by the border disputes of the fo

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SPOTLIGHT ON WRITER: SATIS SHROFF 1. Where, do you hail from? I hail from a geographically landlocked Himalayan country surrounded by blue Shiwaliks and Mahabharat mountains, where the people actually live. Having grown up in the foothills of the Himalayas, I was fascinated and awed by the change in colours of the majestic massifs in the different seasons and times of the day. I’ve witnessed magnificent Himalayan sunsets of the Kanchanzonga with peaks bearing names like: Janu,, Kabru, Dome, Talung, Kanchenzonga, Pandim and Jubonu. I was thrilled to the core by the beauty unfurling in front of me. The Kanchanzonga, my Hausberg, has always been a sacred mountain and on its feet are precious stones, salt, holy scriptures, healing plants and cereals. It is a thousand year belief and tradition that the Himalayas, the Abode of the Gods, should not be sullied by the feet of mortals. The Himalayas are revered and have taught us to be resilient and to bear pain without complaining; to

AUTHOR BLOG: SATIS SHROFF Satis Shroff is based in Freiburg and is a poet, humanist, lecturer and artist. He writes poems, fiction, non-fiction, and also on ecological, ethno-medical, culture-ethnological themes. The German media describes him as a mediator between western and eastern cultures and he sees his future as a writer, singer (MGV-Kappel) and poet. He received the Pablo Neruda Award 2017 for Poetry in Crispiano (Italy, the Heimat Medaillie Baden-Württemberg for Literature and Heimatpflege 2018 and the DAAD-Prize. Books by Satis Shroff HIMALAYA MICROPOEMS: Satis Shroff Lights flicker in Mahabharat mountains The air smells of rhododendrons The splendour of the Himalayas. * * * I stay in my tent Dream of cherry blossoms And a blonde in kimono. * * * The fishtailed one appears Gleaming in silvery moonshine Mirrored on placid Phewa lake. * * * Winter is here The magic of snowy landscape Out with the snowboots. * * * Snowflakes falling from Heaven Frau Holle is dus