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- Herausgeber: Books on Demand
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
Do you like chickens? Then you probably watch them occasionally and know: chicken cinema is relaxing. You might notice a chicken that behaves a little differently than the rest of the gaggle. You continue to keep an eye on it - and imperceptibly you are on a journey of thoughts ...
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CONTENTS
PROLGUE
Sometimes I’d like to be a Chicken
1. STORY
Not all Chickens are the same
2. STORY
Dream of Flying
3. STORY
Not all Roosters are the same
4. STORY
The Biddy Chickens
5. STORY
Gallivanting
6. STORY
Chicken. White. Dead.
DEDICATION
PROLGUE
Sometimes I’d like to be a Chicken
It was one of those days during the lockdown full of weariness with reality. Today no interest in the world. Today no reading the newspaper on the Internet. And now? First a cup of tea, a few sips of pleasant warmth. Switch off reality.
A radio voice from childhood, probably 1950, pushes forward: Wadodough … America ... War ... Korea. Another radio voice, 1952: Washington. America detonates hydrogen bomb. Then, 1954, bold letters on a newspaper at my aunt’s desk: World War 3 looming. I ran home as fast as I could ... Reality could not and cannot be switched off. Reality is.
And fierce it is. Destroys lives and livelihoods on a gigantic scale and makes a few indecently rich. Warlike conflicts in Asia, Africa, South and Central America, and now war in Europe. In addition, floods and landslides, persistent drought. Horrible! Terrible! Unbearable!
Oh, sometimes I’d like to be a chicken. No nightmare would drive me from the roost at night. There would be squabbles and quarrels from time to time, but no mutual killing or piling up of food without access for all. And as long as foxes, martens, aerial attackers and humans would satisfy their hunger for chicken elsewhere, life would be fine. Wouldn’t it? — Yes, I ponder, if the sky above were shielded with nets, a high, dense fence protected the whole area, and most people had no access. But then everything would always remain the same and innovations would be excluded. Would that really be good? Would that really be right?
Doubt and despair. How could we have become the way we are? Experience had taught us that our stomachs could only be filled safely through cooperation in hunting and gathering. And cooperation remained the credo of everyday life. Agriculture, handicraft, trade and mercantile expedition. First by boat on rivers, then by ship across the sea. Goods, knowledge and values were exchanged. The journeys went farther and farther. Strangers did not remain strangers to each other, and everyone profited from cooperation.
Excavations show villages and cities until the 4th millennium before our time without walls and ramparts, no traces of violence or destruction. Because there were no my-country-your-country or my-god-your-god claims yet? Probably. Because everyone had a roof over their heads and was fed and it was not the “laws” of the market that were decisive, but fundamental values? Probably. Because trustworthy men and women were elected to leadership and administration, helped solve disputes and conflicts, and did not abuse the trust placed in them? Probably.
We come into the world as delicate and vulnerable as biddy chickens. Years pass before we become adults. If we are well cared for, have food and drink, a comfortable place to sleep, are given tasks and recognition, are loved and love, are allowed to learn, contribute, and grow into equal women and men with equal rights, we are largely satisfied as adults.
If, upon reflection, we also came to the conclusion that what we are engaged in makes sense — we would be downright happy. We would continue, exchange with others, cooperate, we would want to help when our help is needed, we would keep doing what we do well, we would repeat what we can do well, and when we would discover how it could be improved, we would improve it, create something possibly new, something that would benefit others and ourselves. And, oh yes, we would relish the joy and pride when something succeeded, and would be highly motivated to carry on!
Crazy to dream like that? It is. It crazily moves reality — to reconsider seriously in the today’s world — whether an adequate income and an adequate pension, a right to housing, to work, to education, to actual participation in public life could not re-enforce our fragile togetherness
