I look out of the window in the morning, to look upon the world anew after a heavy sleep, and I wonder just what is happening to my country as I take in the news. Antics that belong to the actions of the Freikorps in the 1920’s have taken place in the capital, and every day a new banner headline rolls across the TV sprouting more nationalist or jingoistic nonsense. Where is the spirit of the liberal democratic freedom I grew up with? Where are the dreams of a generation to be found?
I close the curtains, push back the duvet and climb again into my warm bed. My voice is silent once again, but the day will come where I will raise it. Will it be too late?