I am speechless and I can’t breathe. My eyes are wide open when I remember all my murdered family during WW II. I am speechless when I look at the world today. This world, were on the most successful species” the Human” lives and how he is behaving.

 Speechless; I can’t find words anymore. As an artist I can’t express it in images nor in drawing nor in painting.

My eyes are staring at my drawing paper and at my canvas. My arms won’t move and my hands are frozen. My breathing stops while I am trying to break the spell.

So I am sitting now before my laptop and try to translate my thoughts into words. The concepts are blocked and my words are disappearing into a misty world of sounds.

What kind of wind is blowing through our society? What is going through our brains? Maybe we are losing our future, maybe the time has come that we must protect our Foundation (Isaac Asimov: The Foundation trilogy)? Has the Mule arrived and are we forced into decades of extremism, fascism and suppressing of all Human values? Is it possible to change these strange winds?

While I am forcing to bent my speechlessness into uttering words: is it possible to wander another road? Know where to go if the road is split up? We have no map and no compass, what do we do then?

So while I am staring through my window to the outside world. See how people are passing by my window how they look and walk. The sun is shining and birds are flying past. What a wonderful world; sung and played by Louis Armstrong, still gives me goose buttons. It is a wonderful world! What has happened to our fellow humans?

The answer is blowing in the wind. If that wind won’t change we will be lost forever.

I am staying speechless behind and my staring eyes will see a lost world.