Fabrizio Ulivieri

  Wir hören immer das Gleich, da die Zeiten durchlässig und flüssig sind. Wir zu erwidern zögern aus der Menschtiefen heraus. Aber wir wissen es. Wir wissen, daß ein spöttisches Achselzucken, ein einfaches Wegwenden, nicht mehr möglich ist. Die Fragen haben unterwegs ihren Sinn verloren. Es ist Zeit, zu bekämpfen. Wir lassen uns nicht zurückfallen, an den vorherigen Tagen, die, nicht mehr so deutlich zu uns sprechen. Es ist Zeit, zu bekämpfen oder sterben.

Thank you. Thank you for that. He said with his still suffering big boy eyes. In 1975 the young army intelligence officer, who now was sitting in front of him old and fat like a pig was working undercover and trying to blow the whistle.  They met both for the first time at the officer house in Belfast after 30 years that that happened. You must be Robert. Said the officer when opened the door. I am Anthony, It's good to meet you, Robert. Come on in, let's talk. I was reporting all the facts, but I was ordered to stop digging and forget all it about. My fault. Anthony. And that's the thing that still hits me. If I had really the thing pushed through in 75/76, you could be rescued. I am sorry, Anthony. I didn't have the force and the courage to do it. That was when Anthony made a big effort to say: Thank you. Thank you for that. It was a big effort. He felt completely empty and deluded. But was able to be civil. He realized that that bloke in front of him was really sorry

There is a creative and loving force inside most of us that guides us through life.  These people don’t have this. For them it’s the opposite.  (Mel Gibson) In those Days I had to find a religion to measure my evil against. Evil has already gotten a strong tinge of cruelty. God was dead, Church was dead. The major part of us was so frail in front of such a fraud. I used to write science-fiction novels. I stopped  in those days. Reality was more interesting than science-fiction. I couldn’t any more write a book. I did not know how to plot a story, any longer. I was quiet, too quiet. I was thrilled, too thrilled. I was in a quagmire. I was dying in it. I was pervasive. I was everywhere. Was I alive? I thought so. I was not dead, ergo I was alive. That was the masterpiece of my life... A masterpiece of resonance. I was going around on a new battlefield. A Purgatory which was worse than the Hell. But it was bliss in the end. It was bliss even though I didn't believe in Heaven.