Subliminal preferences

For a long time, may be for lifetime, I got preferences. Notwithstanding facts – which are important too – I got warm sympathies for men and things. For example Jews. Am I one myself? I am often asking. Maybe some of my ancestors were? But whoever it might be: my godfathers Hans and Franz, T.W. Adorno, Leo Trotzki, a waitor in a bar, an old card-playing Lady named Lika (“rira bien, qui rira le dernier”), Bob Dylan, Karl Marx (ok, not Liebermann): I look at them with complacence.

Then the Russians (am I a follower of Putin now?)! Russian literature! But the peasant and the soldier too…

“No tops, no bottoms feels/ who’s able to fly pure Russian eagles!” (Marina Zvetaeva). Well, she knows it.

But Swiss (ok, the flag from Wallis – treize étoiles)? or Germans? or Turks? Let’s say it like Gustav Heinemann: I don’t love nations, I love my wife!


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