During the night from Tuesday to
Wednesday I dreamed of bombs. I was in a house or flat and cowering
at a wall and I could hear bombs falling outside. The dream was
dragging on. Sometimes I did something else and had almost forgotten
the bombs, because none had fallen anymore. But then the next ones
came. That repeated itself several times. Nothing more happened in
that dream. The building where I had been never got hit. I don't
remember anymore if I had looked outside a window. In reality I
probably would have stayed away from windows, because of the danger of
bursting glass. Although a bomb fire is much worse, of course than
flying glass pieces.
In the morning I checked my e-mail
inbox and only read the first headline of the e-mail from The
Guardian. It seemed like North Korea has launched missiles ((The
Guardian today: North Korea missile test a 'new threat to world',
says US amid show of military force:
North Korea missile test a 'new threat to world', says US amid show of military force).
A test. Great. Especially after my dream.
As I was waiting for the train, there
was a proverb on the screen. Proverbs first are shown in pictures,
before showing it in writing at the end. This morning had: “to
break a butterfly with a wheel”. In German it's literally: to shoot
with cannons on sparrows.” Cannons are not bombs, but it's kind of
close.
A co-worker told me on our way to work
that she had heard on the radio this morning that 2 bombs were about
to be disposed today in our city.
A somewhat “bomb
loaded” week this one...
I will wear my
t-shirt tomorrow, which I obviously have bought almost 2 years ago:
“Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity”
(A probably valueless statement).
