When I was 15 or sixteen years old Germany and the world were still in the middle of the Cold War. Sting sang his song Russians and peace and anti-nuclear demonstrations were everywhere.
I was ANGRY.
I was probably the angriest person in the world. Or at least I thought I was. I was mad at my mum and stepfather, at my grandparents, at my teachers and most of all the stupid politicians who would continuously negotiate like imbeciles, manoeuvring at the brink of a nuclear catastrophe.
The house I lived in was 1,3 km from the German-German border. That was what I was used to, that was what I knew, that was on top of everything else a place I was able to hate.
In my view at the time, all these problems could have been solved easily, if only the people who ruled the world could come to their senses and talk with each other. I just could not see the problem. And I wanted to change the world. At some stage, I wanted to be the first German female Chancellor, but Angela Merkel beat me to the chase.
Then the Wall came down, just like that. No big fight, no war, not even someone being killed. Happy faces everywhere, at least in the beginning.
I grew older, and life happened, though I still, for quite some time kept being angry. Then, bit by bit, I became mellower. After I had finished my studies in Political Science, I had to admit that the world in itself is a dangerous and mean place.
I had two choices: giving up and becoming sarcastic or trying to do my best to make the world around me a better place. I decided on the latter, though at times I felt left alone in this endeavour.
Yesterday, I finally found out that the anger I had in me when I was a teenager could have changed the world, dramatically
When I saw Greta Thunberg’s speech, I was speechless! I am overwhelmed by these words and ever so happy she can spread them around the world.
And indeed, how dare I
…. to have forgotten the thoughts I had when I was a student her age,
…. thinking I am able to prepare the next generation for what is to come,
…. sometimes instead of being sad, being thankful for not having children.
Nevertheless, trying to remember these words from the past: “I have a dream…” How dare I even considering giving up?
I am left with the question: What can I do? What can I do to make people change with me?
Therefore I dare you to stand with me and start thinking out of the box.
I dare you to let go of habits that harm our world in the long run.
I dare you to be hopeful so that we can change our world together.