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Think before acting!
Once upon a time, there
was a big valley with two empires and a large river in the middle served as
border for them. On one side of the water, there were the monkeys believing
in the banana god and on the other side the believers of the coconut god. For
a long time, they had been in war with each other, then both exhausted, war
activity ended. The ancestors in both camps still remembered the fighting and
told their progenies frightening stories about their former enemies. Therefore,
when they saw the other on the opposite shore, they screamed and shouted at them
and swore revenge for alleged grievances. Some even threw stones, spears or
fired their arrows, but the river was just too large so that the projectiles
always landed somewhere in the middle of the river without causing any harm.
In these cases, those on the other side used to laugh loudly, “you could
never kill me. Come over and you will get what you deserve!”
The monkey is an
inquisitive being and after many generations, there were some young monkeys,
who built small boats and paddled over to the other side. Of course, they
didn’t tell their elders about it because they knew that elders hadn’t
forgotten the very old feud.
Nevertheless, after a
certain time, the elders discovered that their grandsons and granddaughters
wore new clothes and jewellery that had not been known before. First, the
elders forbade their youngsters to wear them, but without much success. Then,
they created laws against it so that the youngsters only wore the new fashion
when the elders were not there.
Of course, the elders
felt that their influence on their grandchildren weakened but they thought it
was undermined by the enemy from the other side of the river. Wilder and
wilder, the elders called for revenge of the old and new alleged grievances
and at the end for war.
Many of the young monkeys
on both sides of the river knew that all this propaganda against the people
of the other side were just pure nonsense but they didn’t dare to contradict
their elders.
A general assembly of all
the people was convened to announce the decision of the Council of Elders.
“We have considered all possibilities and we, the elders, came to the
conclusion that there is no other way than war against our ancient enemy, the
people of the empire on the other side of the water. We must preserve and
defend our culture, our people.” Many of the young monkeys were very sad and
hung their heads because they knew that on the other side of the river, the
young monkeys there were as sad as they were. “Tomorrow, we will manufacture
weapons and boats in order to begin the war within ten days.”
Everybody in the assembly
was very silent.
Suddenly, a young female
monkey stood up, “I don’t want that war. The monkeys on the other side of the
river are my friends.”
Everybody looked at the
female monkey, the youngers watched her with admiration and fear for her, the
elders observed her with suspicion and hate.
“Are you a spy?” asked
the speaker of the elders. “Do you call those dogs on the other side of the
river your friends?” “Yes, the monkeys on the other side of the river are my
friends,” replied the female monkey emphatically. “Don’t you remember who
gave you birth who nourished and clothed you? Don’t you have any respect for
the tradition of your ancestor? For our culture? For our values? For us, the
older generation?” the elder seemed exhausted. He had not expected anything
like that. “How dare you to contradict us?” he gasped, “you eat our bananas
and coconuts. Don’t you feel ashamed? If you don’t change your mind you can’t
be member of our tribe anymore.”
Quietly but audible for
everybody in the assembly, she said, “I love my parents and my ancestors. I
have friends amongst this tribe and amongst the other tribe. I don’t want my
friends to fight against each other in a senseless war.”
The elder nearly fell of
the pulpit, “you are not our child anymore. Go! Leave our assembly! You have
two hours to leave our lands. Maybe, you will find refuge in the camp of our
enemies.”
The young female monkey
had tears in her eyes but slowly she turned and slowly went away. Shortly
after that, the assembly was dissolved.
The female went to her
house to get her few possessions in order to leave her homeland.
Her parents, brothers and
sisters were very sad and tried to convince her to change her mind, “where do
you want to go? What do you want to do?” “If my tribe forces me to choose
between them and my friends, they can’t be a good tribe,” she replied.
At the end of the
settlement, there were members of the war party spitting at her and calling
her traitor.
She went up into the
mountains and found a large cave where she settled down. At night, she lit a
fire and watched the stars. First, she felt very lonely but then, she
observed a fire somewhere on the opposite side of the valley on the other
side of the river. She knew that somebody from the other tribe had made the
same decision as her.
During the day, she could
see her tribe building a big ship in order to ferry across the river but the
construction went very slowly as shipbuilding had not been exercised for a
long time.
She had been in the
mountains for two nights, when she heard some rustle in between the trees. She
listened carefully and suddenly the saw one of her girlfriends coming out of
the forest.
This female informed her
about everything what was happening in the settlement, that the ship was not
really ready for shipping, that the warriors would probably drown in the
river and that most of the young monkeys in the tribe had the same opinion as
her. “We must contact our friends at the other side of the river and inform
them about what’s happening here.”
So, they went down to the
river a bit away from the settlement, took out their small boats hidden in
the reeds and paddled over to the other side. In the middle of the water,
they suddenly saw another boat coming towards them. First, they thought that
those were warriors from the other tribe, but then, they recognized their
friends. They all were happy to meet.
They agreed that the
elders of both sides were a bit crazy, that they wanted to make war across
the water but were not even able to build a normal ship to cross the river.
Furthermore, they consented that something had to be done to save the elders
and their warriors from drowning.
For the next days, while
the elders and warriors were working on their useless ship on both sides of
the river, the young rebels pulled a liana with many tree trunks hanging on
it across the water.
Then, the big day
arrived; Elders and warriors on both sides of the river got on their ships to
ferry across the water. Drums were beaten, horns were blown and shouts of war
could be heard.
If it hadn’t been so sad,
one would have laughed. The ships had not even reached the middle of the
river when both vehicles capsized and the elders and their warriors were in
danger of drowning. The fast-flowing water carried them to the liana with
tree trunks.
Quickly, the young rebels
of both sides came with their small boats and rescued the wet monkeys one by
one to the secure shore.
There, female monkeys lit
fires to prepare banana soup and coconut tea to warm the sodden heroes of the
failed war.
Still for many
generations to come, the young rebels could not convince the elders to live
in peace with the other tribe on the other side of the river.
But one day, the young monkeys built a bridge ……….
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Friday, 29 November 2019
302 Kleinere Schriften 1) Gleichberechtigung der Frauen 2) Computer und
Kreativität 3) Wettbewerbs- und Gesundheitssport 4) Psychologe / Seelendoktor
5) Buchdruck und Internet 6) von einem autoritären Regime eine Anerkennung 7)
Intoleranz / gesellschaftliche Spannungen 8) A szaunában 2019
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1) Gleichberechtigung der
Frauen
2) Computer und Kreativität
3) Wettbewerbs- und
Gesundheitssport
4) Psychologe / Seelendoktor
5) Buchdruck und Internet
6) von einem autoritären
Regime eine Anerkennung
7) Intoleranz / gesellschaftliche
Spannungen
8) A szaunában 2019
1) Das Voranbringen der
Gleichberechtigung der Frauen führt zwangsläufig auch zu einer Erweiterung
der Rechte der unteren Klassen.
Das Übel heißt: Die
Erniedrigung des Schwächeren, weniger Intelligenten, Ärmeren oder des sich in
unteren Positionen Befindlichen.
2) Computer und Kreativität
Der Gottgläubige glaubt,
dass Gott die Welt erschuf. Der Naturwissenschaftler denkt, dass die Materie
immer gewesen ist.
Setzen wir jetzt voraus,
dass das Leben immer existiert hat, so ist es unwahrscheinlich, dass der
Computer kreativ wird.
Setzen wir aber voraus, dass
das Leben aus der Materie entstand, so muss mit der Möglichkeit gerechnet
werden, dass der Computer irgendwann einmal kreativ wird.
3) Wettbewerbs- und
Gesundheitssport
Athletik als Profisport wird
wahrscheinlich verschwinden, weil 100 m nicht in 3 Sekunden gelaufen werden
können.
Und dann kommt die Zeit des
Volkssports aus gesundheitlichen Gründen und als Freizeittätigkeit.
Nur interaktive Sportarten werden
auch weiterhin ein Wettbewerbssport bleiben, da hier wirklich zwei oder
mehrere Gegenspieler aufeinandertreffen.
4) Ich kann nur hoffen, dass
nie irgendein sogenannter Psychologe oder anderweitiger Seelendoktor über
mich einen Lebenslauf schreiben will.
5) Buchdruck und Internet
Am Ende des fünfzehnten
Jahrhunderts erfand Gutenberg den Buchdruck. Die Kirche und die Mächtigen
erkannten die Gefahr für ihre Macht und versuchten sie für ihre eigenen
Zwecke zu nutzen.
„Was für falsche
Informationen werden die Leute lesen, wenn wir sie nicht kontrollieren?“ hieß
ihre Klage. Natürlich haben wir kleine Leute auch ohne die Hilfe der Kirche
und der Regierenden mehr oder weniger gelernt, was richtige und falsche
Nachrichten sind. Dreihundertfünfzig Jahre später führte diese Erfindung zur
französischen Revolution und zur Demokratie.
Heute gibt es wieder so eine
Entdeckung, das Internet. Und wieder kommen die Mächtigen und wollen uns
kleinen Leuten vorschreiben, was richtig und falsch ist.
„Was für Fake News werden
die Leute lesen, wenn wir sie nicht kontrollieren?“ heißt es. Natürlich
werden auch jetzt die Mächtigen versuchen, die Auswirkungen des Internets
einzuschränken und zu kontrollieren und wir kleinen Leute werden auch jetzt
wieder lernen, was Fake News, Propaganda der Mächtigen oder wirkliche
Informationen sind. Aber dieses Mal wird es nur ungefähr achtzig Jahre dauern
bis es wieder zu einer weiteren Demokratisierung führt.
6) Wenn du von einem
autoritären Regime eine Anerkennung bekommst, hast du etwas falsch gemacht.
7) Intoleranz ist dort am
größten, wo gesellschaftliche Spannungen am schlimmsten sind.
8) A szaunában 2019
Miközben az Orbánisták
egységesek abban, hogy a libsit, komcsit, zsidót, cigányt és Sorost el kell
tiporni, az ellenszékiek azon vitatkoznak, hogy keményen vagy lágyabban kéne
fellépni a neofasiszta Orbán rezsim ellen.
Két ellenszéki és három
Orbánista ül a szaunában, az egyik ellenzéki kezd politizálni, mire az
Orbánisták tiltakoznak ellene, „zavar a politizálás a szaunában!” „Elcsaltátok
a választásokat. Ez nem zavar?” vágja vissza az egyik ellenzéki. A másik
ellenzéki átáll az Orbánisták oldalára, és szintén próbálja fékezni a
politizálót. A politizáló nem hagyja abba és továbbá hajtja a magáét mondván,
hogy még Orbánisztánban se fogják neki megtiltani, hogy elmondja a véleményét
és így tovább.
Később a vízben, a két
ellenzéki vitába keveredik egymással. „Felhívni kell a kis Orbánisták
figyelmét arra, hogy nincsen rendben, hogy hogyan mennek a dolgok az
országban.” „Politizálni a szaunában olyan, mint szellenteni a múzeumban,”
hangsúlyozza a másik. „Haha! Nem ismered a viccet arról az emberről, aki
érkezik a pokolba és látja, hogy, bár mindenki nyakig szarban ül, dohányoznak.
’De jó!’ gondolja. Hirtelen megszólal egy hang: Alámerülni! Vége a cigi
szünetnek.” Ránéz a másikra és folytatja: „Te is szarban ülsz, és azon
panaszkodsz, hogy én szellentek.”
Végkövetkeztetés: Én
megértem, hogy mindenki túl akar élni, és ha lehet, akkor minél jobban. De
nem fog magától összeomlani az Orbán rezsim, és ha még a demokratikus erők is
megakadályozzák a lázadókat, akkor soha nem fog változni semmi.
Csak azért, hogy később
lehessen mondani, hogy végül mindenki részt vett a rendszerben?
Egy rendszerből
profitálni és ugyanakkor rá várni, hogy összeomoljon, ez ellentmondás.
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301 Kleinere Schriften Un recuerdo / parte 21
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Ahora de nuevo, era el turno
del padre para contarles un cuento a sus hijos y quería que fueran
conscientes de la belleza del arte.
Un recuerdo
Miguelito, el mono, caminaba
por las estrechas calles de la ciudad protegidas tanto del sol como de la
lluvia por los balcones que sobresalían lejos de las casas hasta las casas
opuestas y así casi cubrían el cielo. Acababa de llegar y estaba buscando
refugio y un poco de sopa de plátano para llenar su estómago gruñendo. A
medida que oscurecía, cada vez había menos gente en las calles y, cuando
salió la luna, pronto se encontró totalmente solo.
Tenía las piernas cansadas,
así que se sentó, tomó su guitarra y comenzó a tocar silenciosamente. Quien
estaba dormido no lo oyó, solo uno que escuchaba con atención podía percibir
su suave voz.
A menudo, levantaba la vista
para asegurarse de que al menos la luna le prestara su oído. Había tocado
durante algún tiempo cuando notó que algo cubría la luna porque una ligera
sombra cayó sobre su guitarra.
Sin embargo, cada vez que
miraba hacia arriba, la sombra desaparecía rápidamente. Por lo tanto,
continuó jugando con la esperanza de ver a la persona que causaba la sombra. Luego, se bajó una cesta en una cuerda con una manta y algo de comida. En
silencio, cantó otra canción acompañado de su guitarra, tomó los regalos de
la cesta y lentamente se fue a buscar un lugar para dormir.
A la noche siguiente,
todavía no había encontrado un lugar para sí mismo en la ciudad, así que fue
al balcón donde había sido tan bien recibido el día anterior y volvió a tocar
algunas canciones. Una vez más, una sombra apareció sobre su guitarra y
después de un tiempo, la cesta se bajó con algo de comida y bebida.
Esto continuó por alrededor
de un mes. Cada vez que cantaba y tocaba la guitarra en silencio bajo el
balcón, recibía algo de comida y bebida. Su música nunca era demasiado fuerte
como para molestar a nadie porque solo tocaba y cantaba para una persona a la
que nunca vio.
Entonces, un día, la cesta
contenía no solo comida y bebida, sino también un rollo de lienzo y una carta
que decía: “me inspiraste. ¡Mantenga esta pintura como recuerdo!” Desenrolló
el lienzo y vio el retrato de una niña con la sonrisa más bella del mundo,
sin embargo, los ojos eran los suyos. Fue como una unificación entre él y la
desconocida. No solo era músico, sino también pintor, e instantáneamente
reconoció la calidad del trabajo, la pincelada, la elección de los colores. ¿Cantaba y tocaba para una princesa de belleza o tal vez una musa?
Al día siguiente, mientras
caminaba por la calle, dos guardias lo detuvieron. Primero, tuvo miedo cuando
le dijeron que los siguiera. Incluso las personas a su alrededor lo miraban
con ojos sospechosos, como si quisieran decir, "¡ahora, extranjero!
¡Recibirás tu castigo!” No había posibilidad de escapar; tuvo que seguir a
los guardias.
Lo llevaron al palacio de la
reina. En la entrada, fue entregado a un sirviente que le ordenó entrar en una
gran sala y sentarse. Esta sala estaba ricamente decorada y muchas pinturas,
especialmente retratos, colgaban de las paredes. Pero ninguna de esas
imágenes se parecía a la calidad del lienzo que había recibido la noche
anterior.
Entonces se abrió una gran
puerta con bisagras y lo llamaron. Frente a él, al otro lado de la amplia sala,
había un gran trono y algunos asientos más pequeños al lado y debajo de él.
Trató de discernir si una de esas mujeres allí era la que había pintado el
lienzo para él, pero todas, excepto la reina, usaban velos para que solo se
pudieran ver sus ojos.
La reina le pidió que tocara
y cantara tan silenciosamente como lo había hecho en la calle por la noche.
Ella y su compañía estaban encantados de su música, por lo que se convirtió
en el primer músico de la corte. Después de un tiempo, se descubrió su
talento como pintor y arquitecto. Fue muy apreciado en la
corte durante toda su vida y cuando murió, el lienzo fue encontrado en sus
habitaciones.
Hoy, la pintura se puede ver
en el museo con el nombre de "Mona Lisa".
Los niños quedaron
encantados con la historia de su padre y se durmieron con una sonrisa
encantadora en sus rostros.
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Now, it was the father’s
turn again to tell his children a tale and he wanted to make them aware of
the beauty of art.
A memory
Miguelito, the monkey,
was walking through the narrow streets of the town protected against the hot
sun and rain alike by balconies hanging over far to the opposite houses
nearly covering the sky. He had just arrived and was looking for shelter and
some banana soup to fill his growling stomach. As it was getting dark, fewer
and fewer people were on the streets and as the moon came up, he soon found
himself totally alone.
His legs were tired, so
he sat down, took his guitar and began to play silently. Who was asleep wouldn’t
hear him, only one listening carefully could perceive his gentle voice.
Often, he looked up to
make certain that at least the moon would lend him its ear. He had been
playing for some time when he noticed that something was covering the moon
because a light shadow fell over his guitar.
However, each time he
looked up the shadow quickly disappeared. Therefore, he continued to play
hoping he would get a glimpse of the person causing the shadow.
Then, a basket was
lowered down on a rope with a blanket and some food in it. Quietly, he sang
another song accompanied by his guitar, took the presents from the basket and
slowly went away to look for a place to sleep.
The next evening, he had
still not found a place for himself in the town, so he went to the balcony
where he had been so well received the day before and played some tunes
again. Once more, a shadow appeared over his guitar and after some time, the
basket was lowered with some food and drink in it.
This went on for around a
month. Each time he sang and played silently under the balcony, he received
some food and drink. His music was never too loud as to disturb anybody
because he only played and sang for one person whom he never saw.
Then one day, the basket
contained not only food and drink but also a roll of canvas and a letter
saying, “you inspired me. Keep this in memory!” He unrolled the canvas and
the portrait of a young girl could be seen on a painting with the loveliest
smile in the world, nevertheless the eyes were his own. It was like a
unification between him and the unknown her. He was not only a musician but a
painter as well and instantly recognized the quality of the work, the
brushwork, the choice of the colours. Did he sing and play for a princess of
beauty or maybe a godly muse?
The next day, as he was
walking on the street, two guards stopped him. First, he was afraid when they
told him to follow them. Even the people around him looked at him with
suspicious eyes, as if they wanted to say, “now, you stranger! You will get
your punishment!” There was no chance of escaping; he had to follow the
guards.
They brought him to the
palace of the queen. At the entrance, he was handed over to a servant who
ordered him to enter a big hall and sit down. This chamber was richly
decorated and many paintings, especially portraits, were hanging on the
walls. But non of those pictures resembled the quality of the canvas, he had
received the evening before.
Then a large hinged door
opened and he was called in. In front of him at the other side of the wide
hall, there were a big throne and some smaller seats beside and below it. He
tried to discern whether one of those females there was the one having painted
the canvas for him, but all except the queen wore veils so that only their
eyes could be seen.
The queen asked him to
play and sing as silently as he had done in the street at night. She and her
company were delighted by his music and so he became first musician of the
court. After a time, his talent as a painter and architect were discovered.
He was highly appreciated
at the court for all his lifetime and when he died, the canvas was found in
his rooms.
Today, the painting can
be seen in the museum by the name of “Mona Lisa”.
The children were
delighted be the tale of their father and fell asleep with a lovely smile on
their faces.
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Wednesday, 20 November 2019
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A la noche siguiente, el
padre se apresuró a su casa porque tenía mucha curiosidad de que sus hijos le
contaran la siguiente parte de la historia del museo.
¡Los niños comenzaron así!
Por supuesto, esos templos necesitaban
decoración; Al principio, trajeron flores al templo, pero esas flores pronto
perdieron sus pétalos y colores y tuvieron que cambiarse casi a diario porque
se marchitaron. Luego tallaron figuras como flores, árboles y animales, el
sol, la luna y las estrellas en la piedra, luego usaron colores que extrajeron
del suelo o de plantas, formaron esculturas y estatuas. Este fue el comienzo
del arte.
Los templos no solo eran un
foro para reunirse, sino también para intercambiar información. Por supuesto,
no todos podían recordar todos los mandamientos y pautas, que se expresaron
para mejorar la convivencia, por lo que pensaron en un método para grabarlos.
Se inventaron signos con cierto significado. Al principio, estos se parecían
a pequeñas imágenes, luego a sonidos y al final a letras.
Naturalmente, todos tenían
que aprenderlos y se establecieron escuelas, primero para todos y después de
algunas generaciones solo para niños.
Un día, uno de los monos les
dijo a los demás que esas inscripciones habían sido escritas hace mucho
tiempo. Primero, todos lo miraron sorprendidos, pero luego entendieron que
había una diferencia entre el presente y el pasado. Eso es presente, pasado y
futuro.
Pronto todas las paredes se
llenaron de cuadros, letreros y letras. Se tuvo que encontrar otro método
para transmitir información. Primero escribieron en hojas y pedazos de
madera, luego se inventó el papel. Y el papel podría incluso enviarse a otros
en otros valles. Los monos corrían por todo el país para llevar cartas, luego
se empleaban palomas. Al final, los carteros viajaban en carruajes y
caballos.
Durante mucho tiempo, todo
el país había sido descubierto y algunos meditaban lo que podría estar al
otro lado de la gran agua. Un mono quería nadar a través del océano pero pronto
regresó muy exhausto. Luego se sentó en tablones pero no podía tomar comida,
así que casi se muere de hambre. Por lo tanto, construyó una chalupa pero las
olas eran demasiado violentas. Después de varios intentos fallidos, otros
acudieron en su ayuda y construyeron un gran barco con velas y remos.
Una gran multitud se había
reunido en la playa para ver como el barco y su tripulación se alejó para
navegar a través de la gran agua.
Ellos ya conocían el rastro
del sol y las estrellas y los siguieron. Muy pronto, se descubrieron otras
islas y continentes.
Los habitantes de los monos
de estas tierras con colas gruesas, brazos delgados, orejas pequeñas, narices
grandes, patas cortas y patas largas se sorprendieron mucho al ver a estos
extraños monos llegar a sus costas. Primero, pensaron que los que llegaban
eran dioses del cielo. Los monos descubridores difundieron el conocimiento
sobre el planeta por todas las tierras, islas y continentes.
Luego, navegaron alrededor
del planeta y notaron que no era un plato sino un globo.
La ambición de esos monos no
tenía límites y cada vez que observaban volar a los pájaros, despertaba su
deseo de hacer lo mismo. Primero, saltaron de los árboles altos y aplanaron
sus brazos como los de las aves. Por supuesto, el resultado fue muchos huesos
rotos.
Durante miles de años, el
sueño del mono volador siguió siendo una fantasía, pero con la invención del
motor, el mono finalmente también fue capaz de conquistar el aire.
Las ondas de radio y la
electricidad permitieron comunicarse por teléfono en todo el mundo sin
siquiera usar papel.
Ahora el mono levantó los
ojos hacia el cielo. Quería visitar la casa de sus dioses y diosas del sol, de
la luna y las estrellas. Por lo tanto, construyó un cohete con turbinas y
abandonó su planeta.
Descubrió que el sol era mucho
más grande que su propio planeta. De repente, se sintió tan pequeño.
Descubrió que era el único
ser vivo en su galaxia. Entonces, decidió viajar más lejos. Después de miles
de millones de años luz en otra galaxia, de repente percibió luces extrañas,
estruendo y movimientos, y al acercarse, pudo discernir un pequeño planeta
azul.
Apestaba, era ruidoso,
pequeñas criaturas cagaban por todos lados, se mataban entre sí por religión
o codicia, saquearon la naturaleza.
Con horror, descubrió que
estas criaturas aparentemente inteligentes, que se llamaban humanos, tarde o
temprano detectarían el pacífico planeta de los monos y lo destruirían.
Esa noche, el padre no pudo
dormir.
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The next evening, the
father hurried home because he was very curious about his children telling
him the next part of the museum’s tale.
The children began like
this!
Of course, those temples
needed decoration; At the beginning, they brought flowers into the temple,
but those flowers soon lost their petals and colours and had to be changed nearly
daily because they withered. Then they carved figures like flowers, trees and
animals, the sun, moon and stars into the stone, then they used colours which
they extracted of the soil or of plants, sculptures and statues were shaped.
This was the beginning of art.
The temples were not only
a forum to gather but as well exchange information. Of course, not everybody
could remember all the commandments and guidelines, which were expressed to
improve coexistence, so they thought about a method to record them. Signs with
a certain meaning were invented. At the beginning these resembled to small
pictures, then to sounds and at the end to letters.
Naturally, everybody had
to learn them and schools were established, first for everybody and after
some generations only for children.
One day, one of the
monkeys told the others that those inscriptions had been written long ago.
First everybody looked at him in surprise but then, they understood that
there was a difference between now, ago and coming times. That is present,
past and future.
Soon all the walls very
filled with pictures, signs and letters. Another method had to be found to
transmit information. First they wrote on leaves and pieces of wood, then
paper was invented. And paper could even be sent to others in other valleys.
Monkeys were running around in the whole country to carry letters, then
pigeons were employed. At the end, those mail carriers rode on carriages and
horses.
For long, the whole
country had been discovered and some meditated what could be on the other
side of the great water. One monkey wanted to swim across the ocean but soon
came back very exhausted. Then he sat on planks but he couldn’t take food so
he nearly starved of hunger. Therefore, he built a boat but the waves were
too violent. After a number of failed attempts, others came to his help and
they constructed a big ship with sails and paddles.
A big crowd was gathering
on the beach to see the ship and its crew off when they left to navigate
across the big water.
They already knew the
track of the sun and stars and followed them. So soon, other islands and
continents were discovered.
The monkey inhabitants of
these lands with thick tails, with thin arms, with small ears, with big
noses, with short legs and long legs were very surprised to see these strange
monkeys arriving at their shores. First, they thought those arriving were
gods from heaven. The discovering monkeys spread the knowledge about the
planet all over the lands, islands and continents.
Then, they sailed around
the planet and noticed that it wasn’t a plate but a globe.
The ambition of those
monkeys had no limits and each time, they observed the birds flying, it
awakened their desire to do the same. First, they just jumped off high trees
and flatted their arms like those of birds. Of course, the result was many
broken bones.
For thousands of years,
the dream of the flying monkey just remained fantasy but with the invention
of the engine, the monkey hood was finally capable to conquer the air as
well.
Radio waves and
electricity made it possible to communicate by phone and all around the world
without even using paper.
Now the monkey raised his
eyes towards the sky. He wanted to visit the home of his sun, moon and star
gods and goddesses. Therefore, he built a rocket with turbines and left his
planet.
He discovered that the
sun was much bigger than his own home. Suddenly, he felt so small.
He found out that he was
the only living being in his galaxy. So, he decided to travel further. After
many billions of light years in another galaxy, he suddenly perceived strange
lights, din and movements, and as he came nearer, he could discern a tiny,
blue planet.
It stank, was loud, tiny
creatures shitted all around the place, killed each others because of
religion or greed, plundered nature.
With horror, he
discovered that these seemingly intelligent creature, who called themselves
humans, would sooner or later detect the peaceful planet of the monkeys and
destroy it.
That night, the father
couldn’t sleep.
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