(image wiki.common edited by bix)Today I was thinking of Hornuss.
Hornuss is an old swiss sport, practiced by farmers in the center of Switzerland. It's a bit between a strange golf and baseball in middle of pastures. Some even see similitudes with tennis.
To have a better idea, here is a video of it :
Hornussen - the sport of Swiss farmers
I even went to their page on facebook. Some dream to have in Olympic Games. Well, I thought of writing on their wall, asking them if any of them would be ready to go to some place I think about a lot and teach them the way to put the Horn (horn of a bull or sort of bull) "Nouss" (walnut ... not wall nuts) away.
Why did I think of that ?
Huh, well ... you know, every week, I see the films Palestinians, or Israelis, activists from all sort of background and nationalities make about the manifestation of Ni'ilin or Bi'lin or else against the illegal Wall of the illegal occupation and illegal colonisation of their land ...
I hate to see these videos. Hate to see them inhaling all these fumes. Hate to be the useless watcher, fear to hear a cry. This time, the shoot, and cry, didn't kill... it's "just" a wound. "Just" ? It's too much ! Like the wounds, unseen. Why must they inhale this ? Why ? They're all so bloody young. I can't accept this vision of forest of fumes, these geysers of hate upon these people simply asking for their Rights to be respected.
This Friday, 3rd July manifestation :
As I watch them, every week, marching, sometimes with a sort of metallic poster, held like a shield, some with Basem's smile, may he rest in peace... I watch, but eyes nearly closed. Like watching my first movie ... Bambi, full of terror, but watching, still, hoping it would end happily. And they would all live happily ever after.
Dreams die hard ... but well, when I'm less in a dreamy sort of way, I wondered if using the shields a bit more like tennis and sending the wall nuts nuts back would be possible.
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