Black sparrows are telaxtos. Impressions after returning from Anklam

…What is not needed here, blackbirds run away. This leitmotif-metaphor is used in the performance “Šišion” by “Lino dolls”.
We finally got him in Šilute, I was just wondering if he would gather, would he come to see and feel with every cell of his body what the locals of the region felt, and still feel, everyone who now lives in their houses? Will you want to experience all this as your pain? Who knows, who knows… after all, we need more pleasure and joy, the spells of oblivion are powerful, pulling us into the vortex of dizziness like goggles, we are becoming more and more like the hero of the “Snow Queen” Kai, whose heart is stuck with a shard of ice, it does not melt and his heart freezes more and more , covers the eyes with frost until it finally dies.
I thought again – those selling, trying to privatize the old cemeteries of the country, by default, with the removal of tombstones in mind, asphalting, as if living nowhere, demolishing or destroying the signs of the former civilization, buildings, peeling cobblestones, is the incarnation of absolute mankurt, refreshing, like acid , the epitome of sprawling and devouring.
The crawling of a soulless, heartless creature, leaving a trail of goo in its wake. Many of them curled up in clumps like worms-parasites in the child’s stomach, causing ailments, nausea and weakness.
And it’s so terrible and bad, and so sorry for those single blackbirds that are still left, that you want to cry out for justice, raising your hands to the sky: Lord, why did you abandon them?!
Have mercy on them, Lord…
Recently, I had the good fortune to participate in the annual gathering of East Prussians in the town of Anklam.
Ah, travel, it fills the soul with joy and all you need to take with you is a good mood. Only all this time, despite the songs performed by the German Community Choir “Heide” on the bus, and later impromptu – on the steps of the museum in Szczecin, a small bird of sadness flew nearby.
Why he floated beside me I cannot say, how I cannot say why I was moved to tears as the whole assembly sang the Ostpreussen Lied.
And that young Prussian prince Timotheus Friedrich on the stage, and the colorful dome being carried across the hall, and almost a thousand attendees from all corners, sitting at the marked tables – Tilze, Ragain, Heydekrug, Kionigsberg, Trakehner, all the areas of East Prussia – made it possible to understand the scale of the former greatness and the stubbornly protected Prussian tradition… Younger East Prussians of respectable age came to meet each other, to ask how one or the other is doing who did not come, to hug and talk in German. Because it is a second language for many, our Lithuanians – as well as the Mozurians.
The welcome speech was given by Manfred Schukats, the chairman of the East Prussian region, the spiritual speech, the commemoration of the dead was given to Prince T. Friedrich of Prussia, and the theme of this year’s meeting of the East Prussian region was “We want peace!” East Prussia is a bridge connecting Poland, Lithuania, the Kingdom of Hungary and Germany.
Later, congratulators from Memelland (Klaipėda region), Ermland and Mazury gathered near the stage. As you probably already understood, those “memellanders” were us, the residents of the town of Heydekrug (Šilutė) and the citizens of Klaipėda, who lined up with gifts for the hosts of the celebration. The choir of the German community “Heide”, the high school students of Klaipėda H. Zudermans Gymnasium prepared an excellent program, culture filled the vaults of the hall, and the hearts of the visitors as well.
The dances of Mecklenburg and Pomeranian, Masurian folklore ensembles with girls’ characteristic spurts clearly indicated that these were elements of the Polish/Slavic temperament and inclusions in the fabric of East Prussia.
Under the patronage of Gerlinda Stungurienė, the chairwoman of the German community “Heide”, I had the honor to speak on the rostrum to fulfill this mission: to be the voice of our “blackbirds”, despised, suffering, seeking justice and never achieving it. So many years have passed, and that martyrdom still continues, the conscience of many is still asleep, they, the aliens, wander like somnambulists and scare children in their dreams.
Not only children, brother, adults are also persecuted, disguised as gilts, armed with trimmers, with a black conscience and a future curse for the seven generations to come for their deeds, only they do not know and do not feel it yet…
I really hope that the German press will pay attention to this problem, because, surprisingly, after my speech, several women came up to see with wide eyes whether I had really seen people’s bones scattered in the old cemetery and whether it was really being privatized.
Well, yes, I had to… at that moment I didn’t admit to being Lithuanian. Because the feeling of a stranger’s shame took over. And he does not leave, believe me. Because those who have infected the country with leprosy leave holes on our bodies as well. They already walk with droopy noses, but they are beautiful.
To me, it is repulsive and disgusting. So maybe you can forgive me that my taste is refined and that I don’t like besilien. To each his own, so to speak…
Talk to your children, everyone who still has a sense of decency, teach them to love this land, so that the memory of those who lived here are not trampled on, so that the tombstones are not crushed and scattered in the form of rubble, as in Macikai, because if you do not respect the heroes of the past, you will remain without a future.
Or maybe one day you will be sledded into the mountains when you become old, useless and unnecessary.
This happens, you know, when children see the behavior of adults and their relationship with those living next door…
Take them to the “Lino Dolls” performance “Šišion”, walk away together.
Let the truth pierce and cleanse them, wake them up and open their eyes.
To emerge together as if from a transparent source for a new stage, a different life, and then you would cast a spell on the blackbirds running around, and they would turn into chicks again…

Raimonda CANDERIENĖ