4 thoughts on “The Garbage Room, Forever Complete

  1. Boris Palmer, yeah.

    I was away on a popcorn & fireworks binge watching the shotgun wedding of the American people to DJ Trump. Go man Go! If anything, this is vastly entertaining, and I’m learning more about the US system than I will ever need to know. And kudos to the founding fathers! Well thought out, indeed.

    Well, less here. A few days ago, I happened to have an hour to spend while waiting in a another city. So I went to a local cafe near the train station for a seat and a coffee. Next to me sat two, opposing each other; and I could not help but overhear them – they were so unashamedly loud.

    He was obviously a migrant, in his middle to late 20ies perhaps, from Iraq or thereabouts, apparently living in Germany for about a year now; he spoke a stumbling German, sported a bad haircut, cheap, but new clothes, his organizer smartphone before him on the table; and he was haranguing her, perhaps in her early thirties, obviously a church social worker of some kind, for bad service. For 40 minutes, they discussed the unsatisfactory outcome of some court cases concerning his stay in Germany.

    Why wasn’t he getting the money? While (3- 4 other names) were getting it? How dare the officials make a distinction? Why were they messing up things? Delaying his money, delaying his permit. All the time. Why was all of this taking so long? His needy grandfather back home was waiting for his foot operation! He needed to manage the ticket. The Germans were being “aggressive” towards him! Shouldn’t he have a better attorney? After all, they got enough money to represent him! More than he did, in fact. Perhaps he should go to England instead. How to manage that?

    Never lose a customer! She advised him against England – though it was easy and cheap to reach by train – for, since Brexit, they were not welcoming foreigners anymore; not him, not her, not any Europeans even. The Brits were being amoral, and she herself indeed was in the same boat with him there, really. But, would he please not refer to his needy grandfather in a German court, at least not just yet? Not before his own permanent stay was through – right? As for the money – the people at the social offices were probably just incompetent. Sigh. They should really be more educated and professional. She was sorry for that, but, then, you get bad service everywhere.

    And so on. Where’s my money, money, money, money. He wasn’t asking for money and permit; he wasn’t pleading for it. Why, these aggressive Germans were withholding something that was rightfully his. All along! And it was her job to see to it. It was hard to listen to.

    Now I hear Angie is running for a fourth term here. Perhaps we should use this opportunity to change the German constitution: “We hold these truths to be self- evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness in Germany, for themselves and their clan, by the setting of one foot on European soil or any representative thereof. By the nature of things, these rights shall not apply to native Germans, who have already been living there longer; for it is their duty that they shall organize the hand- over in a non- aggressive way.


  2. My sympathies are with Boris Palmer as a Greens politician who despite prevailing trends in his party thinks independently and refuses to shut his eyes to the consequences of uncontrolled immigration.

    He’s also trying to steer a middle course between the polarized extremes of political discourse in Germany these days. Whether he’ll be successful may be unlikely; it may already be too late.

    Though it’s not true, as he writes, that all the migrants entering Germany are “people just like you and me,” at least regarding those that have entirely different ideas than Europeans do about such issues as separation of religion from state, child marriages, honor killings, freedom of speech, and much else.

    I’m overcome by disgust when I visit cities like Bonn and Cologne and see the new arrivals, mainly chain-smoking young men in new, flashy clothing and flaunting electronic accessories, lounging around on street corners and in cafés, when I think of the billions of public money invested in them, money seized from hard-working taxpayers, who are forced to watch as their cities are becoming alien, their schools and hospitals overcrowded, their women molested and their children harassed, their lives threatened by terrorists, all while being lectured to by a smugly self-righteous elite about their purported racism for criticizing this development.

    Yet my problem is, when I see the current condition of cities like Aleppo and read about the suffering inflicted on innocent civilians, the bombings, torture, and “disappearances,“ and when I look more closely at the migrants pouring into our cities and see that there are decent-looking people among them, people I could imagine as good friends and neighbors, I’m torn between the above-mentioned disgust and something that I’ll call compassion for want of a better word.

    I suspect that Palmer has similar feelings and probably other members of the Greens (but in secret).

    As for you, Solvent, it appears that you’re wholly on one side, the side of my above-mentioned disgust, and while it’s obvious that I share the same feeling, I’m asking myself whether there’s more to this than a simple black-and-white issue. That’s why I respect Palmer because he’s trying to do the right thing and that means finding a more nuanced solution to the migration dilemma.


  3. > , I happened to have an hour to spend while waiting in a another city.
    > So I went to a local cafe near the train station for a seat and a coffee

    When in pubs or cafés I try to avoid listening to what’s said at other tables, it has become a nuisance, I overheard similar corrupt shenanigans more that once. Related–just this afternoon I saw a young mother in the subway, exchanging glances with a südländer that seemed to be nice enough, so why not. …then he gives her a written invitation to the local mosque, assuring her that it wasn’t Salafi related, no no, we don’t like Sven Lau either. She gladly accepts. I don’t like wearing headphones while walking but I’m thinking about that, too. Also, blinkers.



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