Sehnsucht

Sehnsucht nach zurueckgebliebenem
nicht vergangenem
nur verbanntem

Quer ueber den Ozean
Sehnsuechte schweben
nach normalen Gespraechen
lockeren Scherzen

Einfach nur leben
geben und nehmen
lachen und weinen
flirten und lieben

Unendliche Sehnsucht
nach verlorenen Dingen
bald wieder zu finden
ueber dem Meer


© NicoleB

Korea, Maerz 2005

Leute heute

Leute heute
verdorbene Beute

Grosskotzige Spuren
laute Toene

verwoehnte Goeren
dummes Geplapper

deprimiertes Gemurmel
unsinniges Stammeln

Rechtschreibung Nein danke
mit dem Kopf vor die Schranke

© NicoleB

Korea, Maerz 2005

Listen

Listen to the voices
see their faces
try to understand
try to respect

© NicoleB

Korea, Sep 2005

365/100 – people

I have long pondered if I shall post this photo or not.

I was walking the dogs, camera in hand as usual, when I saw this elderly man roaming around the trash, digging out a piece of bread and start eating it.

As most times, he was aware of me taking a photo it seems (not in this photo, but another) and I felt bad about it. Not because I took the photo, but because I rather wanted to help him. Somehow.

I took the photos not out of ‘sensationalism’. No. That scene struck a nerve of something I was wondering about since a while. All these foreign workers that are here since decades, that left their families, whose families which they supported are probably either dead or also scattered over foreign countries, all those elderly people, not able to do hard Labor no more and many of them here illegally…. what becomes of them?

One of the women I talk to from time to time is supporting her sister and family and daughter with her Baby at home. She keeps nothing for herself. I asked her what she will do when she’s old. She doesn’t know.

Culture says that their children will take care of them. But their society is changing the way the Western society has changed. In a few years, I doubt there will be many kids doing what their parents did. Send all their money back to their families. The generations coming now will want more for themselves.

I wonder how many people like this man are roaming the streets in this country.

365/86 – Puppy Love

Someone thought they felt puppy Love. Not us. Don’t get me wrong. We love puppys, but we already have two pooches.

Nope. Someone gave this beautiful fur ball to one of the guards downstairs. And he came up to our door and gave it to us. “Or he would have to dump it”, he said. Don’t get him wrong now. These guys work 12 hours and live in cramped quarters. He said an Arabic Lady came to him and pushed the leash in his hand, saying “she doesn’t want the puppy no more”.

Right. Now what? I called the shelters and they told me they can pick him up ‘maybe tomorrow and maybe they have room’ (they are all pretty much filled to the limit). Understood.

Plan B. I went to Stephen, our laundry and pet rescue master. He made a few phone calls and we found a loving family, an elderly Filipino couple withour kids that were on the search for a puppy (update 1 month later – he’s doing fine and is still much loved).

So, this lovely, brave pooch found a good home. Trust me, I would have kept this one, funny, cuddly, brave.

I actually wanted to post about pancakes I made this morning, but this guy just stole the show (even though the photo doesn’t give him enough credit – and no, we didn’t try to save on dog food, but all he wanted was a few morsels and it took us forever to get him to lick a few drops of water).