Fata Morgana Page #2

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destr oyed.

Now ''Flying Robert'' appears

small at the horizon...

... umbr ella in hand,

his hair teased by the wind...

...wet-thr ough and shaken...

... rigid and sad like no other.

ln Paradise you cr oss the sand

without seeing your shadow.

Ther e is a landscape

even without deeper meaning.

Paradise is available to everybody.

ln Paradise only God is looking on.

Ther e you cr oss the sand

without seeing your face.

Ther e is landscape even

without deeper meaning.

The gates of Paradise ar e

open to everybody.

Ther e, works ar e inspected

which no one would do.

Ther e you dig holes without

stumbling on man.

Ther e you slake lime and ar e

chosen for this task by the rich.

Ther e, men cast a shadow

in spite of the scorching sun.

Afterwards rar e animals

wer e seen ther e.

l only have 16 years left...

...to explor e how these monitors...

...can endur e the heat of the sun

and still find food.

They live off of the few living beings

that exist in this desert...

...smaller lizards and mice...

...who, in the daytime, ar e hidden

away in their burr ows in the sand.

They ar e generally large pr edators.

Which you can see by the many flies

which ar e gathering her e.

l've alr eady been away fr om

Germany for 15 years.

Dear Eugen, we have r eceived

your letter very much. How ar e you?

How's life in the hot country?

How ar e you? lsn't it too hot ther e?

When ar e you coming back?

Y es, l am coming back.

A dime.

A dime.

Five bucks or nothing.

Well, ther e ar e certain species...

...of fat tailed sheep

which we count on a lot.

They can endur e such

incr edible temperatur es...

...of appr oximately 122F and 140F.

But ther e ar e only a few.

Some birds ar e able to cool down

by taking flight.

But otherwise, you hardly

find any life her e.

The desert doesn't make it easy

to catch these animals.

For days you have to march thr ough

the dunes and the wind...

...to find the monitors.

lndividual animals run away

at incr edible speeds...

...and try to escape into their burr ows.

And then you have to dig them out

with a shovel in this heat.

lt's not fun.

But then again, what wouldn't you do

to find out about these animals?

ln Paradise r oasted pigeons

fly dir ectly into your mouth.

Ther e you enjoy yourself

without being forced to.

Ther e, enjoyment means obligation.

ln enjoyment, man finds

himself in Paradise.

The ''Blitzkrieg'' is insanity.

ln Paradise even gentiles

move mountains.

Ther e, wars ar e pr evented

by mothers.

Ther e you expect

her ons fr om the left.

ln Paradise ruins mean happiness.

Ther e you find gates without borders.

ln Paradise plane-wr ecks have been

distributed in the desert in advance.

Ther e the landscape is as

God has commanded it to be.

ln Paradise you call ''hello''

without seeing anybody.

Ther e you quarr el with strangers

to avoid having friends.

ln Paradise man is born dead.

While you ar e sleeping...

...acids gnaw and leeches

suck at the tuna-fish.

While you ar e dr eaming, an apple

fr om a tr ee falls onto your br ow.

While you ar e waiting,

trains br eak in two...

...you br eathe softly,

as though you wer e dead.

While you r ecline...

...car elessly str ewn stars

look out into space.

While you ar e sleeping...

...God softly walks over

the fields with Maria.

ln the Golden Age,

man and wife live in harmony.

Now, for ex ample, they appear

befor e the lens of the camera...

...death in their eyes, a smile on

their faces, a finger in the pie.

Running, they train themselves

harder and harder.

Weight-lifting, too, is r ewarding.

Unforgettable, however, r emains

a jump fr om the light-house.

ln the Golden Age traces of

Paradise can still be discerned.

Her e, for ex ample,

a boat once landed.

Furiously the waves beat

against the shor e.

ln the backgr ound, smoke is rising,

that is to say...

... not even worse than you expected.

Stones that wer e cast

do not r eturn by themselves.

ln the Golden Age,

man does not forget to pray...

... lest God's end be uncomely.

Mor e than by death, even,

blessing, and curses...

... man is perturbed by

smoke over the world.

Beneath the earth

the childr en have found a fir e.

And now the par ents wish suddenly

to r eturn to houses of stone.

That's enough, even one of these

thoughts would have done.

...and yet, you'r e forcing harvests

fr om this mysterious soil.

lts thriving brings pain as well as joy

to the field-workers.

lt's difficult not to encounter a camel

on the wayside...

...typically harnessed as a pack,

work, or riding animal.

Riding animal!

And her e, as soon as

we turn to the right...

...the visitor's joy is gone.

The view is horrifying,

and almost silence is necessary.

Pr epar ed for something,

we ask ourselves...

...''Wher e ar e we going?''

And silence is the answer.

We'r e gliding thr ough the landscape

and it seems as if...

...this tragic mission of

strange beauty yet otherwise hell...

...will never end.

We cannot withstand

this sight for long...

...and an inner voice urges us to

look at the vigor ous plant gr owth...

...that we ar e forcing fr om the earth.

What can we learn fr om the turtle?

She has four fins which she uses

to move forward.

She has a hard shell

and a hard belly.

Her e she has the head with

the mouth wher e she eats.

And she has a r ear end

wher e it comes out again.

l'm going to get her again.

Ther e is nothing like the

Peace of the Golden Age...

War is pr oclaimed dead by Peace.

Nothing is gr eat as the sand...

Nothing is gr eat as the Peace.

The land is entranced with Peace.

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