HUMAN DARS

I remember the restrained silence, suffocating rock-solid indifference, when the very first paper-trumpet sound, like the crackling, ominous horn signal, seemed to rise from the pitch-black nights. My anxious life could hardly get new strength and presence of mind. Like a wretched outcast, I was huddled in agony, in a slimy embryo-pose on my bed, while above my head red-gold-yellow exploding rockets split the pitch-black robe of the sky in two with a thunderous blast.

Nineveh, the landless, dirty city, was once again in a whirlwind of people, celebrating with gusto, as if the pregnant, tried, impoverished everyday life of Today and Tomorrow no longer mattered, less like the thick, mossy kelp of the deep sea; a sticky buzz of wasps was brought and carried by the squatting, icy breeze. A buzzing buzz of air also reverberated from the foams of the Danube, where crowds were waiting for midnight, and everyone seemed fake-happy: they turned into grimacing grins with a restless soul.

In my pathetic, chubby body, I waited and questioned Being: When will there finally be silence, harmony and peace again?! I became more and more afraid of the utter loneliness of my room. - Some drunken scumbags have reappeared. At first, they only had fun with the digital alarms of the parked cars, upsetting the small and large of the neighborhood, then with increasingly violent, demonstrative aggression, they smashed Törley bottles one after another on the shabby wall of our house, until finally the walls hurt and maybe even felt nauseous. The dawn star was still barely twinkling, and while everyone pretended to be cheering voluntarily and singing, no one could know what the intentionally uncertain Tomorrow would bring?! I wonder what should be done differently, in a different way, so that Man can find peace and harmony again?