How this started and what it means

How this started- background:

The trigger point for this project to start was when a colleague from university showed us some news about events, that were taking place in Germany (in autumn 2018 in Köthen and Chemnitz), when, after the the death of a person through tragic and unfortunate circumstances, refugees got harassed and scared and a massive wave of rumours, hate speeches and shocking stories went through the news. What shocked me, was not mainly the kind people that were involved (because people in Germany love to talk about refugee crisis, no matter whether they are politically left or right oriented), but that the amount and the words used brought to light, how much hate and fear exists.

This situation resulted for me once more in the wish to be able to do something. To change something, for that fear and hate won’t have that much power in future. The question was, what I could do. Support other projects, go to demonstrations, yes. But I wanted to do something myself, as individual, even though I do not know if someone alone can actually do much. And the one thing I have is my voice. 

But I cannot tell others what is right and what is wrong. Because if anyone knows what that is, it is not me and I think it is not a good method to tell people what they should and should not do. I won’t change anything through that. So I had the idea to write about other humans. And about humanity they showed or experienced.


What it means- topic and aim:

We are many humans on Earth, too many you could say. That does not mean that not everyone would have a story worth to tell. Our own life consists of so many thoughts, emotions, events- and this exists in the mind of everyone else, millions of lives and their thoughts, feelings and stories. It is easy to forget when you see the numbers of people in an election, demonstration or catastrophe. It is easy to forget that behind every number is a person and its story.

Some big stories of famous people we know. Janusz Korzac. Joanne Cox. Martin Luther King. People I connect with humanity, well-known names. But the small stories of everyday are not less important. Everybody knows these kind of stories, either they have heard one, experienced it by others or showed humanity to someone else. These stories can move, inspire or at least give some hope and faith in humanity.

And this is my goal here, this is everything I can hope for. That everyone who reads these stories, can feel with the persons they belong to. That the reader listens, what drives or scares the story teller. We can learn and understand a lot through that. And I have this hope that with more understanding, our world will become more friendly and humane. That no-one makes a mountain  of hate out of a molehill like some words spoken in anger.

I thought about telling stories, because they have an unexpected power in changing peoples lives.  They changed me. Stories you heard as a little child, can grow with you and become a dream for the whole life. You never know where their message lands, but it can stay unexpected in someone’s mind. Many authors have written about that, I do not need to repeat all the meanings of stories, but I wanted to remind readers of their power: power to inspire, give hope and anergy, wake up, remind or distract.

For the political correctness, I should note that I am talking about positive aspects of humans, that I look upon compassion, understanding, empathy and support (and not negative things as jealousy or exploitation, that makes us also human). That does not mean I deny things as empathy from animals. And I am aware of the fact that humans are not only good, wise creatures and I don’t intend to portrait humanity as something better then animality. The opposite is the case: I want us simply to see again the positive understanding of humanity.

There is no comment function because when telling stories, you should listen and not interrupt. Not everyone will agree and some might have a different opinion to some stories. But this is simply about listening. These are stories of others. If you want to tell your own, you can contact me directly.