AUTHOR: Writer G.
DATE OF FIRST GENERATION: April-7, 2006
DATE OF LAST CHANGE: April-8, 2006
EMAIL: webmaster_at_doeben-henisch.de
April-8, 2006
When I woke up this morning (about 4:30h) my head was filled up with
ideas about Daddy G. and all the others, that I decided to write down a
few words about all this. To use English words is a bit unnatural for
me. I never really learned English, only a few months in my life I
could spent some time in an English speaking country, and so I am
missing mostly everything which makes the usage of that language
'smooth', 'brilliant', 'fluently', 'natural', .... But, if you think
about it, this is our usual situation: we want to communicate with
other persons, but we can't: there are several hundreds of active
languages around; alone in my working place there are definitely more
than 100 languages which you hear around you - more than 100 - how can
we communicate? Clearly, you can have a look, you can smile, you can
move your body, whatever, but how to talk? Thus, I think it's a good
compromise to use a language which is not my natural language, but
which can --at least-- be understood; this language really
impedes me, slows me down, makes my speaking laborious, ... but it is
spanning some small bridge between the content of my brain and possible
other brains.....
Well, I started because I wanted to write some words about Daddy G. I
don't know what he actually is doing now. Probably he will still sleep,
some 100 kilometers away. I know him since many years. But say 'to
know' is perhaps not the right description; many, many years I only
heard about him. Only a few times a year I met him, could see the
surface of his body, could hear his voice, smell the smoke of his
cigarets, which I never liked all the time....Daddy G came back into my
life only very recently, when he was in his 80ies, when ...
I just was been interrupted by my wife AT (5:52h). She woke up because
she remember that she would like to recharge the electrical
screwdrivers for some work to day.... People are different and
special....My wife likes this. Other wifes perhaps like other
things...But my wife likes this, and I like her....
Coming back to Daddy G. After the death of his wife Daddy G. 'gained
some momentum', but then his natural laziness forced him more an more
in a passive state. Less talks with people, less activities, less
experiences, everything less... and as medicine tells us today:
becoming less active forces the brain to 'forget' more and more; human
brains need 'movements', they need 'activity'. Without this the
information structures in the brain are degenerating; the brain is
'loosing its shape', the person is weakening its connections to
the whole world and to itself. This is when I met Daddy G more
often. He is a nice guy, friendly, with some humor.
When it became apparent that his growing passivity was isolating him
more and more from his social environment, when he really became unsure
about himself because somehow he noticed, that he became
different to himself compared to the years before, the idea was
born that Daddy G could move into our house. When I talked to him at an
opportunity whether he could imagine to move from his actual flat to a
new place, to our village, in our house, this caused some silence
first; he had to think about it; but then, during the next days and
weeks the idea was accepted in him; he himself started speaking about
this as a good idea, that he wants it. Then a whole process started.
All our friends became informed about Daddy G (many knew him from
some parties in the past), messages boomed through the Internet,
plans grow up, Daddy G will moving.
