One more night!
Yes, it is only one more night and then Father Christmas will come. And then the days will again get longer – what a nice prospect!
Today, I wish to remember someone who gave a lot to many people of my generation and to some generations before mine, probably also some after. Among other things, he imparted values.
It all started with Winnetou. I read Winnetou’s death several times. And I still remember crying every time.
Then there was the journey through the desert. Whatever I could get hold of at all, I took home and read. It was not easy, because in my youth, buying such expensive books was out of the question.
I went to the parish library of St. Antony’s on an almost daily basis when I was a kid. As soon as my waiting there was rewarded by me seeing that a book of the series I had not yet read was handed back, I got hold of it.
Karl May was a really great author in my eyes. Later, I read about his life and was surprised to learn how hard it had been for him. I also found it surprising how desperately he had continued believing in his dreams and his own work until the day he died. My regard for him increased as I found out more about him.
And during the Christmas season, I will certainly again do some browsing in Karl May’s “Christmas”. I already put the book on my nightstand next to my bed (and took the picture you see above).
RMD
(Translated by EG)
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