Praying for Rain, Lord have Mercy.

 "He is happinest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home." Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. " " Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you know you are dead. " " I have always depended on the kindness of strangers. "  Tennessee Williams.  "Happy he who learns to bear what he cannot change." Friedrich Schiller.  "Seeing a snake in your house is not a problem. It becomes a problem when it disappears."   "Blood brothers kill faster than enemies."  Ubuntu African Proverbs.              It seems to be raining everywhere in the world except in North Africa. Some folks are starting to wonder whether Allah wants to punish us for being sinners, our manners are not the way they should be, too much of tricks "to get by", too much neglecting of the environment, too much chasing after money. The other day one of my cats landed on my awning early in the morning. I got a ladder to get her down. A young man saw me and spontaneously offer his help. This is what I like here so much, when folks see you needing help they are quickly prepared to act, often without asking anything in return. You can find great guys with good education, thank heavens. But several have seen better days. On the other hand there are those of the new generation who like to get paid for every helping hand they may offer. My three feral mothers, Fleur, Jane and Madonna, are prepared to share their milk among the babies, helping out their colleagues in stress. Nonetheless 3 tiny ones died lately, the usual problem with the week immune system. I am happy, though, there is such a solidarity among my beautiful children. Madonna's nipples are pretty sore, sometimes she screams. Unfortunately there is nothing on the market to relief her. Some say use olive oil, but our veterinarian doesn't recommend this. Poor little darling, she does her best. I always loved sunshine but there used to be rain as well. The going is getting tough. No rain in sight and too much of the ground is sealed off. I remember lots of trees, where are they gone?  Hardly any shade, heaven help us all. Our cats are lying flat on the ground, sleeping and dreaming of better days. Everything seems to be an effort. Wonder how people manage to live through a war, no shelter, struggling to get food and water, wounded, hospitals and schools, houses of warships destroyed, a living hell. How can people do this to each other? An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth - leaving half the world blind and toothless. Does this make anything better? Is distruction and killing of innocent persons a form of "justice", as politicians are quickly ready to call it? Weapons, more and more weapons, unlimited amounts of money for weapons, the new language of diplomacy........ Is there a God who rewards war criminals with paradise? Reminds me of those priests and padres trying to christianise natives in South America (going back in history), promising them paradise after death. So the native inhabitants inquired whether they would then meet again their colonizers in paradise. When this was confirmed they declared that they would under those conditions prefer hell to such a "paradise." The famous German writer, Wolfgang Borchert, who passed away only 26 years old (1921 - 1947), left very impressive anti-war literature, those in power should should read before demanding revenge and calling it "the right to self-defence." Wolfgang Borchert speaks of 2 human beings that hit each other with their hands, only 2 years old. As they got older they use sticks and throw stones (sounds familiar), when they were 22 they shoot at each other with rifles (thank heavens that guns are difficult to obtain here - unlike America). As they get older the weapons become even more dangerous, thowing bombs at each other. When they are 62 they proove that wisdom doesn't came with age/possibly grey hair, they use bactaria. When they are 82 they die, death puts an end to their "achievements" in life. Was it worth it? They are buried side by side. "When a hundred years later a worm eat its way through the 2 graves, it never noticed that 2 different people had been burnt there. It was the same soil. All the same soil."