Belated Valentine's Day

Valentine’s Day passed by and I forgot to write a message. The reason is that I’m still waiting for a Valentine’s present from Machi that got somehow stuck in the post process between Japan and Germany.  Hopefully it is going to arrive tomorrow.

I wouldn’t mention that day probably here in the blog if I wouldn’t have listed to the radio at that day. They talked on MDR-Figaro about a new movie that is nominated for a golden bear in Berlin. This movie is about the last months of a boy who was executed by the Nazis in Paris at the 22^nd of October 1941. His name is Guy Moquet. I’ve never heard of him before, but what they told me in the radio rather moved my heart. The 17 year old boy, and everyone else who was going to get execute with him, was “allowed” to write a farewell letter to their parents and beloved ones. A final letter; your final words to the ones who will miss you - who you love so much. I still haven’t read the letter of the boy, which still exists. But, I was sitting in the kitchen of my father on the wooden table and tried to imagine what this boy must have felt while he was writing his last lines. I couldn’t, because I sit here sound and save, in a peaceful Germany. How could anyone be able to imagine this who was never in a situation like that. I tried anyway – tried to imagine what I would write in my last letter.

Since a while, I think, do I appreciate so called “simple” things in life and yet do many people miss them (out). A smile from someone you like, the presence of beloved friends and family, a cup of tea, and a piece of bread with butter. My friend Phoebe gave me this lovely book of “Tuesdays with Morrie”, which was really moving. But I got side-tracked.

I think, I would deeply thank both of my parents who sacrificed so much to raise me. I hope that I can give it one day back to you in one way or another.  Thank you to my beloved siblings who challenged me a lot and helped me to become what I am. I’m often worried about the two little ones and hope that they will find their way and gain the courage to break new grounds. My love, Machi, who is always there for me and with me in my heart.  Soon it will be two years and yet it feels like we know each other for much longer. I do love you so much!

My friends, who I can’t list hear all, because I fear that I may miss one. We had so many amazing moments together and in dark times I remember them quite often to cheer myself up. You guys are all very special to me and I hope that we will meet often, even though we all take different ways in life from now on and will live in different corners of this world.

My letter would also contain a huge thank you to anyone who helped me in my life: all those farmers who cropped the corn for the bread I ate; raised the cow, whose milked I drank, and everyone on this huge globe who supported me in one way or another. People think now days that they are independent, and yet they are not. Our all existence depends on each other, not only on the people in your state, or nation, or continent; no, everybody everywhere depends on each other.  

In that way: happy belated Valentine’s day my loves!

Your Ray