25 years ago today – it was a Thursday –, I came home from school, in that idyllic world that was Hamburg-Harburg (Heimfeld), I chucked my school bag into a corner, and I started watching Knight Rider (’cause, as I am sure you know, all Germans back then were bizarrely obsessed with everything David Hasselhoff – or not…).
My viewing pleasures got crudely interrupted by the most bizarre press conference that I have ever seen.
One day later, after school on Friday and after a long drive, I was back in my home town of Berlin, celebrating, with my father and my grandmothers, the truly unbelievable and unimaginable things that had just started to happen – crossing a border repeatedly which previously I could only pass at gunpoint.
I had great hopes back then – hopes of a better, more peaceful world, a world that would finally come to its senses.
Having a look at the world today – well, let us just say: there is significant room for improvement…
To commemorate the quarter of a century that has since passed, and in the best tradition of the eclectic creativity that, in its reliance on other poetic sources, has spawned many a poem in the collection of the Carmina Latina Epigraphica, here is a little poem, versified especially for today – inscribed on a wall and everything:
Admiror paries te non populos docuisse
uitandas faciles ad fera bella manus.
I am amazed, wall, that you have not taught the people
that one must eschew those hands
that are easily given to fighting savage wars.