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Can Make family be dangerous?



Family Can Make Dangerous be?

set free Sometimes statements enormous energy:
feelings that were hidden under a thick layer
break with a blow to the surface.

It is sensible to consider in advance,
that after establishing a later sample
may be necessary in individual sessions.


Who is suitable for participation in the family constellation?

* People whose general life coping well is
* People who have responsibility for your actions.



Who is not suitable for participation in the family constellation?

* people who take psychotropic drugs or other powerful drugs.







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Mo and I for the duration of a journey (From unpublished)

Mo and I in front of a giant shopping center on the outskirts of Reykjavik. It rains only. We are now identical rain jackets with the small Icelandic flag on the upper sleeve. Mon photographed young artists with artists hairstyles. They say they now live in Iceland.

The Grouse enters a museum. Mo and I did want to talk with the young artists just like we would all be wonderful to adopt, but we quickly and follow the grouse. We buy tickets to enter the building to be allowed. The museum has an exhibition to see where the wood model like this is how the museum looked like a hundred thirty years. The trick goes like this: The museum was not yet at that time. Reykjavik hundred and thirty years ago is a saw mill or something, and people who work in the sawmill, so Icelandic legends gather must also hold live somewhere. There, where the museum stands today, you know a sign out that this will be the place where one is the museum.

says The Grouse:

"Come with me, I want to show my home."

Mo said enthusiastically:

"Home is still where no one was"

see the grouse from battered. It is gray or white. I travel because I could not take it anymore, that things turn around. Are you on the road, you turn things around. Mon finds the hypocrisy and escapist and trivial. Home is where you have to do nothing. Apart from mathematical computing functions only because I believe that people never have a meaningless expression. Iceland a hundred thirty years ago when there was no GPS.

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The summer is here and why you would rather go to the beach on the Baltic Sea and can be times that fall into the beach sand. The Kurhaus is in Ahrenshoop rum also an extent. But soon I saw no more. According to the Tourism weeks, the days for the old house are also counted.
on the Baltic coast, I wanted to write songs but nothing came out when. But the castle was the home Dargun the still. So the lyrics are named: the sea, pictures box, the journey through self-Me, No matter II, collapse, in the park, circle, no, because I run, co-existence and purpose of the country. Now you only see what it is stupid and what not.
So we do let's see if this works with the images here.


I and my feet at Wustrow. Then I really had

2 super weekend with Tomasch and Uncle Tom TKM. Our 3 concerts were really a success. Nice get many good responses and Anregeung and Klugscheisserscheiss. Next the drummer search vorran is also good, I think. Karsten Troyke is a very nice person with whom one could talk very well. And his program has really impressed me and Tom. After Karsten Troyke we have indeed again sneaked onto the stage and it came out a good little Unpluggedkonzert it.

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I can already hear the last 2 weeks only U2.
And therefore my advice: Be sure to listen

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U2 - Boy U2
- October

look at all costs: The kings of

Nutzholzgewinnung


I wave

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Jerusalem

If I heard earlier on the news from Jerusalem, I thought it would be a wide area in here and there is something important, the compressed cultural history of the world, sanctuaries, military objects. Jerusalem was in fact once been larger, it is shrinking steadily. Great, but it must be silent bulldozer, night after night undetected attach to the walls and the old always move closer together. The energy increases exponentially, focuses on a smaller, but dense point, a red-hot world Abel. When I entered, I became the meteorite which, entered the atmosphere burned up, from now on. In my hand I held a Map, which illustrated to me the old city in 3D. I graduated from unintentionally everything in half an hour, Armenian Quarter, Christian Quarter, Jewish Quarter, once I had, by mistake, because I had become to me unaware fast enough, fully illuminated a hub happened, and now stood on the best-guarded place in the world, but as soon I could not clarify the situation, I was not clear what I saw, no, had seen, because now I was already in a small side street in the Arab quarter and met Abed Nasser al. Al Nasser invited me to an Arabic coffee, and I accepted gratefully, for he offered me a chair and I did my burn up if it has not stopped was at least a quick break. A look at my city map that I had kept in my hand, found that I had lost him. Even before the Kaffeefusseln had placed in the cup, I learned that Al Nasser during the first intifada eight times in the arm and was once shot in the head. A few girls came and looked at the rings in Al Nasser's delivery, she tried, giggling. Al Nasser also reported: He had short arms . Actually saw his arms quite short. I understood this much: Because of the many entry and shots they needed him to be shortened. Could you cut arms, I wondered, while Al Nasser asked me why I saw so many people here probably, running around with weapons. Short Arms, I thought maybe he meant: short arms? Besides, Al Nasser chatter with potential customers who, wrapped white cast curious glances at the goods Al Nasser, stones, jewelry, electric cars - but the apparent interest in the goods turned out to be a ritualized part of a conversation among friends. An old friend of his, "said Nasser Al would go here several times a day along, only it was the now no longer a friend. He did not know whether he should greet him even out of politeness, his heart told him he should be totally behind. I took a swig said coffee grounds, my mouth full of crumbs, I Yes, thank you as Al Nasser offered me a new coffee. The Jews, "said Nasser Al, here they run through the streets with their weapons. Also, all Arabs, who are active in politics were actually Jews, "said Al Nasser, and while his mouth was always wide broke away on my lips in the hot coffee. I sat in a web of side streets, almost lost, it seemed to me, has lost and forgotten. If anyone I knew? Maybe I was already in another time, another space. The famous Jerusalem Syndrome, had I read the guidebook, not suffered a few, especially religious, tourist, who thought they were the Messiah or the Virgin Maria. It has already achieved this, that two Messiah have fought fiercely with one another. These cases come to a specific reference to the Jerusalem Syndrome oriented department of psychiatry. After a few days, sometimes even hours, the psychosis usually disappears again and the patient can return to their hotel. Unfortunately I was not a believer, otherwise, I'm sure I would be such a thing happened to me. Now would the syndrome with me to another, choose certainly unpleasant way. I got up and went, while Al Nasser kept talking, and yet, I think we passed each other. Something Frightful sat in my stomach, maybe a little bird who tried to fly. Jerusalem, a tiny, hot, crazy spot in the world. Within the more and more together back end walls I was stuck now. I went straight and found myself in a few minutes later in the same place. Jerusalem, it was clear to me is a ball. This is logical, I thought. Sabi for Jerusalem was a candy. A round candy. Sabi, an eight year old boy from Bethlehem has never been to Jerusalem. He could not come. His aunt, who has a permit brings Sabi whenever they in Jerusalem, with a sweetness. Have you brought me back Jerusalem, they asked Sabi. And what I meant that I had traveled thousands of miles, Jerusalem? Sabi for it is a goodie - He lives just twenty minutes away and to the other on the planet's side. in concentration, I bumped into a group of Christian pilgrims, who sought the Holy Sepulcher. It was equipped with various cards, books and accessories and all the holy members wore bright green T-shirts. They were hard to lose, so I followed them in a temporary community of interest, because of the Holy Sepulchre of view I would probably figure out again, and, ha, there we were. Rather than on a clear, linear path, moving it away here in loops and hooks. One would have the place to which one wishes to imagine, I thought. In the church the pilgrims went straight to the holy places, I saw her vanish green and disperse. have been fervently they rubbed the contents of their bags on the stone on which Jesus anointed a packed DVD is keen. Processions of various denominations with disabilities, and got caught short time together, when they each crossed, they sang and prayed various things and for a moment the liturgical songs fused together, but everyone made sure the right one, his melody to sing more and not be distracted to leave from the other Christians. Now I was taken, I bought a thin candle in a strict, silent monk, and made my way through the many floating in the air cell phone cameras, by I floated through the blue glow of my burning candle in hand, perhaps for hours. When I came out, I came along blinded by the brightness, with a beautiful girl and her machine gun, which she wore casually over her summer dress. A large group of South American nuns urged the church and would have almost swept back with. After streets full of colorful, over the heads enthroned towels, they do not flutter, for here was no wind, the air was there for over two thousand years, past all the dealers, sometimes, all captured on a tear to me almost my cleavage, as I willingly, no weak been made, try on a bright red chain and was offended that I was shocked, I was not passionate, he said, otherwise he would have given me the chain, after bending, staircases, narrowing passages, I saw a clearing, was re-screened and was again at the Wailing Wall. In the heart of a monstrous person, surrounded by golden domes, the holy remains of walls and religious devotion, so attracted and repulsed that I could only stand on the spot. It dawned on Muezzinrufe and church bells, groups of Orthodox Jews in the evening bustle, always to pray, to weigh, to complain. So close, like this all together, so no one can talk to each other. The all close together are, the sharper the boundaries they draw around. You have to stop the bulldozers, they need to protect their city, I thought. The wall that divides Jerusalem: If it were wide instead of high, they would not be a wall but a broad, swollen river. The wall snakes through the city. But it is not a river. In that moment I knew now I would find out, and I found out.

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Pure existence.



















As a child, I have a small skate caught. The ray was initially a strange disc just above the seabed, which moves slowly and with a kind of wings, a short time later, a dark-gray balls in my net. I made him proud on the beach where he was admired by guests. to catch the rays was simple. I had him kept the Nets in front of his nose, he was into swimming. In Sperlonga always be simple. Here you could win bowling tournaments, water skiing learn in the hotel pool, go to the painter Victor Koulbak for morning exercise. The sixteen year-old Flavia, which might have been the daughter of Ornella Muti wanted to spend, with the twelve-year-old Beniamino hold hands, who all did not understand who would prefer to run away to his friend Luca. Luca, who secretly read books Samurai, Pink Floyd, The Wall 'as the Bible called and spoke to want to later be surfers in front of Big Sur. I doubted at that time not because he would soon celebrate off the coast of California's success.



















In the hotel there were no phones, no minibar, no TV. There was no air conditioning or mosquito nets, there were beds for nearly 100 guests and a stone floor that cooled and then the feet when the thermometer indicated inside the concrete construction for well over 30 degrees. Army has played a barbecue at night while our bathing suits drying on the balcony. In the distance are some dog barked, and in the morning, at sunrise, an old rooster crowed the staff in the kitchens and showers us with the. The sweat of the night had to be washed off before we, the men in linen suits and women in summer dresses, in the breakfast room each nodded. We, that was gold traders, lawyers, professors of literature, a dealer from Berlin-Kreuzberg called Mohrchen, crane builders, artist, Hatter from Florence, journalists and almost infinite number of children who behave too knew at the breakfast table talking quietly and politely asked for permission when they get up and go to the beach wanted.



















The coastal city of Sperlonga was at the end of the beach on a rock in the Middle Ages as a fortress built by the residents and dressed chalk white. After Sperlonga could not drive a car, you had an infinite number of steps in narrow streets rise up. On the market place two small cafes, in one of them, Max Frisch in 1952, sat and wrote a postcard to Publishers Unseld. In Sperlonga, is fresh at that time delighted, that he was finally a 'pure existence' is possible.
in over fifty years has changed Sperlonga. On the beach, a hotel was made to the next, and although the deck chair series are still to be counted on one hand, is pure existence 'only if you happen to find one hotel that is hidden at the end of a long, sandy driveway. A hotel in which there is still no air conditioning, no phones, not a single TV. By 23 clock closes out the light and the doorman in the lobby. In the rooms will be whispered, because the walls are thin and you do not disturb the neighbors want. The hotel has lost his fourth star, because travelers now expect a different comfort, however, prices were increased. If, pure existence can offer, "no price is too high.