<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513655383263650642</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:36:49.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thoughts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195973797931378085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513655383263650642.post-1554983923719015542</id><published>2010-01-12T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:18:11.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daher habe ich die tiefe und feste Überzeugung, dass jene, denen das Glück zuteil wurde eine Universität besuchen zu dürfen, die Pflicht haben das Beste daraus zu machen und soviel als möglich sich Wissen anzueignen, um damit den Schwachen und Armen dieser Welt zu dienen und deren Leben zu verbessern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513655383263650642-1554983923719015542?l=nebeldanken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/feeds/1554983923719015542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513655383263650642&amp;postID=1554983923719015542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/1554983923719015542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/1554983923719015542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/2010/01/uberzeugung.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195973797931378085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513655383263650642.post-8660348870482285756</id><published>2009-11-21T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T07:14:16.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hollow eyes, &lt;br /&gt;that should be happy.&lt;br /&gt;So many smiles,&lt;br /&gt;that should be smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much struggle, &lt;br /&gt;so little gain.&lt;br /&gt;So much suffrage, &lt;br /&gt;all in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much time,&lt;br /&gt;that goes to waste.&lt;br /&gt;Not a penny,&lt;br /&gt;in our graves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up, my brother,&lt;br /&gt;don't be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;to leave behind old wishes,&lt;br /&gt;your not too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513655383263650642-8660348870482285756?l=nebeldanken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/feeds/8660348870482285756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513655383263650642&amp;postID=8660348870482285756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/8660348870482285756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/8660348870482285756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-of-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195973797931378085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513655383263650642.post-553798798245869546</id><published>2009-11-16T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:42:00.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trauer, mein Bruder, nun Trauer,&lt;br /&gt;für heut is alles nur schwarz,&lt;br /&gt;gehüllt in tiefes Schweigen,&lt;br /&gt;trauernd am ewigen Sarg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kein Kreuz wurd jemals gegeben,&lt;br /&gt;alleine zu tragen die Last,&lt;br /&gt;Brüder kamen zusammen,&lt;br /&gt;zu tun was einer nicht schafft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der Wind streicht leicht über Felder,&lt;br /&gt;bläst fröhlich durch dieses Tal,&lt;br /&gt;wann wer sich mit ihm vereinigt,&lt;br /&gt;ist leider nicht unsere Wahl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der Blick nach vorne ist quälend,&lt;br /&gt;und doch ist Stillstand verkehrt,&lt;br /&gt;steht auf, mein Bruder, in Liebe, &lt;br /&gt;hat sie dir das laufen gelehrt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trauer, mein Bruder, nun Trauer,&lt;br /&gt;für heut ist alles nur schwarz,&lt;br /&gt;dann leuchtet die Morgenröte,&lt;br /&gt;wenn alles andre verzagt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513655383263650642-553798798245869546?l=nebeldanken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/feeds/553798798245869546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513655383263650642&amp;postID=553798798245869546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/553798798245869546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/553798798245869546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/2009/11/trauer-mein-bruder-nun-trauer-fur-heut.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195973797931378085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513655383263650642.post-8410647786606094735</id><published>2009-02-09T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:40:06.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por tanto que te paga tu papá,&lt;br /&gt;la felizidad: no te da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus be careful, as life is not a race towards money or power, but the path of each and every one of us towards happyness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513655383263650642-8410647786606094735?l=nebeldanken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/feeds/8410647786606094735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513655383263650642&amp;postID=8410647786606094735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/8410647786606094735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/8410647786606094735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/2009/02/por-tanto-que-te-paga-tu-papa-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195973797931378085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513655383263650642.post-6992152478650810916</id><published>2009-02-02T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:09:10.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been told not to have false Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, looking back, we must understand that there is never anything false about Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513655383263650642.post-6624627951276374885</id><published>2009-02-02T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:07:13.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now get down on your knees and pray to Him, as He is with you. He was, He is and He always will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust Him on your way towards happinness, as He will not necessarily give you what you want, but always what you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What greater gift is there than knowing that whatever occours to us, is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513655383263650642-6624627951276374885?l=nebeldanken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/feeds/6624627951276374885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513655383263650642&amp;postID=6624627951276374885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/6624627951276374885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/6624627951276374885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-get-down-on-your-knees-and-pray-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195973797931378085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513655383263650642.post-7286775506145531711</id><published>2009-01-21T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T02:48:16.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"ich glaube nicht an arbeit, ich denke das ist eine unangenehme modeerscheinung der neunziger"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513655383263650642-7286775506145531711?l=nebeldanken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/feeds/7286775506145531711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513655383263650642&amp;postID=7286775506145531711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/7286775506145531711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/7286775506145531711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/2009/01/ich-glaube-nicht-arbeit-ich-denke-das.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195973797931378085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513655383263650642.post-1325733843932699856</id><published>2009-01-13T14:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T07:16:19.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spuren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einsame Spuren im Sand&lt;br /&gt;der Wind bläst ins Gesicht&lt;br /&gt;einsame Spuren im Sand&lt;br /&gt;nur dich, dich sehe ich nicht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einsame Spuren im Sand&lt;br /&gt;ich weiß nicht wohin ich geh'&lt;br /&gt;ich laufe und laufe und laufe&lt;br /&gt;und bleibe niemals stehn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viele Spuren im Sand&lt;br /&gt;wir laufen nur hinterher&lt;br /&gt;wir gehen, wir laufen, wir hetzen&lt;br /&gt;warum? dass wissen wir nichtmehr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keine Spuren im Sand&lt;br /&gt;der Wind hat sie alle verweht&lt;br /&gt;keine Spuren im Sand&lt;br /&gt;und nichts hat die Zeit überlebt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513655383263650642-1325733843932699856?l=nebeldanken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/feeds/1325733843932699856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513655383263650642&amp;postID=1325733843932699856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/1325733843932699856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/1325733843932699856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/2009/01/spuren-einsame-spuren-im-sand-der-wind.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195973797931378085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513655383263650642.post-5784532173433049937</id><published>2009-01-08T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:28:22.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Es geht doch nicht unbedingt darum, dass es uns durch eine andere Lebensweise besser geht. Enthaltsam zu leben, sich in der Uni an zu strengen, nicht im Überfluss zu leben, ob dass uns Erfüllung bereitet – woran ich fest glaube – ist zweitrangig. Worum es doch eigentlich geht ist, dass wir endlich versuchen damit aufzuhören, anderen durch unser Handeln zu schaden, Leid zu verursachen. Wie arrogant und überheblich sind wir geworden, wenn wir die Notwendigkeit eines Wandels unserer Lebensweise daran messen, ob wir dadurch glücklicher werden. Die Tatsache, dass wir anderen Schmerz zufügen durch unsere Lebensweise muss ausreichend sein als Motivation, die Veränderung dieser zu versuchen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513655383263650642-5784532173433049937?l=nebeldanken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/feeds/5784532173433049937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513655383263650642&amp;postID=5784532173433049937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/5784532173433049937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/5784532173433049937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/2009/01/es-geht-doch-nicht-unbedingt-darum-dass.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195973797931378085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513655383263650642.post-2508242656943101504</id><published>2009-01-08T13:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:24:09.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kennen Sie das Gefühl, eine Frau unglaublich zu lieben, sie von ganzem zu begehren, alles tun zu würden, um sie zu haben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   Ich kenne es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kennst du das Gefühl, zu sehen, wie der Partner dieser Frau sie schlecht behandelt, sie nicht wertschätzt, sie für etwas alltäglich, gar lästiges hält.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        Ich kenne es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Von hundert Menschen in unserem Alter dürfen nur wir beide studieren. Kannst du dir vorstellen, wie jene sich fühlen, wenn wir faul sind, uns nicht vorbereiten, saufen, ausschlafen und die Uni für etwas alltägliches, gar lästiges halten, sehnen sie sich doch so sehr danach, eine Uni besuchen zu dürfen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Genauso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513655383263650642-2508242656943101504?l=nebeldanken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/feeds/2508242656943101504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513655383263650642&amp;postID=2508242656943101504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/2508242656943101504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/2508242656943101504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/2009/01/kennen-sie-das-gefhl-eine-frau.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195973797931378085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513655383263650642.post-426837454163846624</id><published>2009-01-05T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:07:38.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es scheint klar geworden zu sein, dass wir von unserem Ziel, die Welt zu verändern, abrücken sollten. Zu viele beeinflusst dieses Ziel, was nicht in unserer Hand liegt. Zu frustrierend erscheint es, die Veränderung der Welt als Ziel zu haben. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aber akzepieren wir das Leid das wir gesehen haben nicht, wenn wir von dem Ziel abrücken, die Welt zu ändern? Ist es nicht genauso frustrierend, wenn wir nach all dem erlebten Leid unser Leben unbeeindruckt weiterleben?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es scheint einen dritten Weg zu geben. Das Ziel, zu versuchen die Welt zu verändern. Das Erreichen dieses Zieles hängt ganz alleinen von uns ab. Es zu erreichen würde uns erfüllen in dem Wissen, aus unserer Erfahrung gelernt zu haben. Und ob die Welt nun verändert wurde oder nicht, oder ein bisschen, tangiert dieses Ziel nicht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und so sollten wir als Ziel haben, zu versuchen diese Welt zum Guten zu verändern. Um am Ende unserer Tage in Ruhe und Glück diese Welt verlassen zu können.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Inspiriert durch Gedanken des Nachtreffens der Weltweiten Initiative e.V.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513655383263650642-426837454163846624?l=nebeldanken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/feeds/426837454163846624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513655383263650642&amp;postID=426837454163846624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/426837454163846624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/426837454163846624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195973797931378085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513655383263650642.post-332785810935723629</id><published>2009-01-01T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:39:46.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is no justification to bomb a territory, half the size of Hamburg but with the same number of inhabitants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you claim to act reasonable and just, sending missiles into an area with 4167  inhabitants per square meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing an innocent person on purpose is murder. How can children, even those of Nisar Rian, not be innocent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513655383263650642-332785810935723629?l=nebeldanken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/feeds/332785810935723629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513655383263650642&amp;postID=332785810935723629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/332785810935723629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/332785810935723629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-is-no-justification-to-bomb.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195973797931378085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513655383263650642.post-2069974509174726174</id><published>2008-12-11T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:04:21.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Warum macht eigentlich niemand eine Umfrage darüber, wie glücklich unsere Grundschüler sind?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513655383263650642-2069974509174726174?l=nebeldanken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/feeds/2069974509174726174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513655383263650642&amp;postID=2069974509174726174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/2069974509174726174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/2069974509174726174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/2008/12/warum-macht-eigentlich-niemand-eine.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195973797931378085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513655383263650642.post-3745985087480554883</id><published>2008-12-11T12:56:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:39:32.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Passed to me by a dear mexican friend.&lt;br /&gt;Facing a economic and environmental crisis, I think this thought is particularily interesting, pointing toward a trilling aspect of crisis'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;meta name="CREATED" content="20081211;21523825"&gt;&lt;meta name="CHANGED" content="16010101;0"&gt;&lt;style&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 21cm 29.7cm; margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;"No pretendamos que las cosas cambien si seguimos haciendo lo mismo. La crisis es la mejor bendición que puede sucederle a personas y países porque la crisis trae progresos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="EC_EC_EC_EC_yiv252706117" dir="ltr"&gt; 	&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;La creatividad nace de la angustia como el día nace de la noche oscura. Es en la crisis que nace la inventiva, los descubrimientos y las grandes estrategias. Quien supera la crisis se supera a sí mismo sin quedar "superado". &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Quien atribuye a la crisis sus fracasos y penurias, violenta su propio talento y respeta más a los problemas que a las soluciones. La verdadera crisis es la crisis de la incompetencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;El inconveniente de las personas y los países es la pereza para encontrar las salidas y soluciones. Sin crisis no hay desafíos, sin desafíos la vida es una rutina, una lenta agonía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Sin crisis no hay méritos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Es en la crisis donde aflora lo mejor de cada uno, porque sin crisis todo viento es caricia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Hablar de crisis es promoverla, y callar en la crisis es exaltar el conformismo. En vez de esto trabajemos duro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Acabemos de una vez con la única crisis amenazadora que es la tragedia de no querer luchar por superarla". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right" lang="en-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Albert Einstein    (1879 - 1955)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513655383263650642-3745985087480554883?l=nebeldanken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/feeds/3745985087480554883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513655383263650642&amp;postID=3745985087480554883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/3745985087480554883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/3745985087480554883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/2008/12/passed-to-me-be-dear-mexican-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195973797931378085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513655383263650642.post-2998208691491350355</id><published>2008-12-11T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:52:50.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para la cena del clan del grupo XV, de Guadalajara:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mis queridos hermanos scouts del grupo  XV,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;me da alegria y pena escibirles para esta cena del  clan. Alegria, porque me hace recordar la ultima cena del clan en especial y  todo mi ano con este clan en general. Era una ano phenomenal y ni 100 paginas  serian sufficiente para escribir todo lo que me encantó en este ano con este  clan. Y me da pena, porque no puedo estar con ustedes en esta  noche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sin embargo, me da gusto escibirles unos  pensamientos mios, en esta noche fria de Maastricht, en los Paises  Bajos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;He sentido ultimamente, que es muy dificil para mi  quedar en contacto con todos mis amigos de todo el mundo. Los de Alemania, los  de Alemania que viven ahora en otro lugar, los de Neuva Zeelanda (ahí viví mi  16. ano) y obviamente los de Guadalajara. La forma de communicacion ahora es  mucho mejor que hace unos decadas. Tenemos email, skype, telefono, facebook y  todas estas cosas. Sin embargo, eso tambien aumenta la possibilidad y la  cantidad de gente, y hay peligro que por tanta gente con los que estamos  conectados, estamos en contacto un poco con todos, pero con nadie en una forma  profunda y buena. Y eso podria resultar, que un dia no estamos en contacto con  nadie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Aún, con mi familia no siento eso. Con mis  hermanos, mi hermana, mis papas, tios y primos no tengo que quedar en  communicacion siempre para que no se pierde el contacto. Siempre vamos a tener  la misma sangre, asi que nunca se puede perder este contacto. Si no hablo con mi  primo por 20 anos, en cuando lo hablare todavia somos primos como  siempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Y asi es con los scouts tambien. Somos hermanos. No  solo es por la ley que dice eso. Somos hermanos, porque tenemos el mismo mente,  la misma actitud frente a la vida y el mismo espiritu. Hemos crecido con los  mismos valores, seguimos la misma ley. Siempre, y si sea en 20 anos o mas, mi  corazon que abierto para ustedes y el de ustedes para mi. Que importante es eso!  Al rato esta vida es tan rapido y nuestras agendas estan tan llenas, que (si  queremos o no) no podemos preocuparnos siempre de nuestros amigos. Y  naturalmente eso nos hace perder unos de ellos. Pero que bueno que tambien estan  los hermanos scout, que no se van, que no siempre nesecitan attencion y que nos  reciben en cuando podemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Pero quien es hermano scout? solo y todos los  miembros del movimiento? Es como con la familia del sangre, no todos que llevan  tu appellido son de tu familia pero unos que no llevan tu appellido tienen tu  sangre. Hay unos que nunca entraron al movimiento pero que son hermanos scouts y  hay otros que llevan el uniforme y que no son. Porque? Por que no importa lo del  afuera, pero lo que esta adentro. Importa que esta un espiritu scout adentro,  valores scout, pensamientos scout, actitudes scout. Gente que conocemos tiene  este espiritu adentro aunque no son del movimiento. No me entienden mal. No  cualquier bato, todos lo que son nuestros amigos, todos con buena onda son  hermanos scout. No. Pero algunos si tienen este espiritu scout adentro. No hay  forma de definir eso, pero lo reconocemos en cuando parece. Y es parecido con  los miembros del movimiento. No solo, por que nos peleamos o porque estamos de  una opinion differente, alguien del movimiento no es hermano scout. Lo que hace  falta es alguien, que no tiene nada del espiritu. Que no valora los valores, que  no sigue la ley, que no piensa ni habla ni actua como scout. Pero lo que no es,  puede ser manana, asi que hay que dar a ellos su oportunidad, que se cambien con  nuestro consejo y apollo a ser verdaderos scout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Pero que alegria, que estamos ahora reunidos con  gente, con lo que podemos cuentar para toda nuesta vida, pase lo que  pase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Por tanta alegria que nos da, hay que pensar en  aquellos, que no lo tienen. Que estan solos ahora. Sin alguien a su  lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hay tanta probreza, tristeza y injusticia en este  mundo, que nos duele el corazon y la alma scout. Cada dia mas. Y nosotros  tenemos la obligacion de hacer algo. "Dejen el mundo un poco mejor que lo ha  encontrado" ha dicho Lord Baden-Powell. Que sea eso nuestra mision. Que el  quiere juntar lana, que el otra quiere tener muchas moras y el tercero poder,  nosotros buscamos el bien en este mundo. Cada dia. Con pasos chiquitos pero  fuertes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Los problemas del mundo se estan aumentando.  Mientras la crisis climatica se queda ha venido la crisis economica. Los dos  juntos van a pegar los que han hecho lo menos para iniciarlos: los pobres. Los  dos son globales y super complicados y profundos. Sin embargo, cada quien puede  hacer su parte, para que la situacion climatica y la situacion de los pobres se  mejoren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Que cada quien de nosotros busce lo que puede  hacer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Un dia, en que no trabajamos para nuesta meta es un  dia perdida. Y si nuesta meta es mejorar este mundo y dejarlo mejor que lo hemos  encontrado, cada dia que no hemos trabajando hacia eso es un dia perdida. No  necesariamente significa que no podemos hacer otras cosas. Al rato es importante  educarse para entender mas los problemas. Al rato es importante dormir y  relajar, para juntar fuerzas. Pero a largo plazo, hay que siempre pensar en esta  meta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hermanos, con esto les dejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Que tengan una buenissima cena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mis saludos scout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;su hermano, Lukas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513655383263650642-2998208691491350355?l=nebeldanken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/feeds/2998208691491350355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513655383263650642&amp;postID=2998208691491350355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/2998208691491350355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/2998208691491350355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/2008/12/para-la-cena-del-clan-del-groupo-xv-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195973797931378085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513655383263650642.post-367160204560207731</id><published>2008-12-03T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T04:54:12.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[...] It was said by Seneca that everything, which others deem to be bad, may change to be good for anyone, rising above it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, if this is so, why then is torture bad? Does it not bring the tortured to virtue? [...] Does it not stregthen his will and mind, his ability to overcome pain? [...] One must notice, that it is upon the recipent of an action, to determine whether or not an action done to him is good for him. Yet, it is not necessarily upon the actor of this very same action, if this action is good for him. There are many instances, in which we discover an ambiguity. In these cases, the way the actor approaches an action determines whether or not it is done with virue or not. [...] Yet, we can discover other actions, that are always bad for a human being, that can never be done  with virue. Torture is such an action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513655383263650642-367160204560207731?l=nebeldanken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/feeds/367160204560207731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513655383263650642&amp;postID=367160204560207731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/367160204560207731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/367160204560207731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195973797931378085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513655383263650642.post-1199475402516589723</id><published>2008-12-02T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:40:10.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ich wurde vergewaltigt&lt;br /&gt;und dachte an mein Land&lt;br /&gt;in dem sowas wirklich bestraft wird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich musste bestechen&lt;br /&gt;und dachte an mein Land&lt;br /&gt;in dem Bestechung nicht geduldet wird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich wurde für meine Meinung geschlagen&lt;br /&gt;und dachte an mein Land&lt;br /&gt;in dem ich meine Meinung frei sagen kann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich sah wie Fremde gejagt wurden&lt;br /&gt;und dachte an mein Land&lt;br /&gt;in dem Fremdenhass verachte wird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich lebte im Slum&lt;br /&gt;und dachte an mein Land&lt;br /&gt;in dem es keine Slums gibt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich sah misshandelte Kinder&lt;br /&gt;und dachte an mein Land&lt;br /&gt;in dem die Kinder geschütz werden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Als ich nach Hause kam&lt;br /&gt;sagten sie&lt;br /&gt;ich dürfe auf Deutschland nicht stolz sein.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513655383263650642-1199475402516589723?l=nebeldanken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/feeds/1199475402516589723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513655383263650642&amp;postID=1199475402516589723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/1199475402516589723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/1199475402516589723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/2008/12/ich-wurde-vergewaltigt-und-dachte-mein.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195973797931378085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513655383263650642.post-5689704167164623720</id><published>2008-12-02T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:22:13.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hallo&lt;br /&gt;mein Name ist Christian&lt;br /&gt;ich lebe in einem Heim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wir sind 50&lt;br /&gt;und haben 3 Toiletten&lt;br /&gt;ohne Tür&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wir sind 50&lt;br /&gt;und haben 4 Zimmer&lt;br /&gt;keine eigenen Betten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich kam&lt;br /&gt;voller blauer Flecken und Verbrennungen&lt;br /&gt;ich war 1 Jahr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich weiß&lt;br /&gt;wie man schlägt, heult, sich nach Liebe sehnt&lt;br /&gt;jetzt bin ich zwei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die anderen Kinder - wissen nicht besser&lt;br /&gt;Die Betreuer - schaffen nicht besser&lt;br /&gt;Die Gesellschaft - will nicht besser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bald,&lt;br /&gt;werde ich die Schule abgebrochen haben&lt;br /&gt;und nicht auf die Uni gehen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dann bin ich erwachsen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallo,&lt;br /&gt;mein Name ist Christian&lt;br /&gt;ich wohne in einem Heim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5513655383263650642-5689704167164623720?l=nebeldanken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/feeds/5689704167164623720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513655383263650642&amp;postID=5689704167164623720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/5689704167164623720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513655383263650642/posts/default/5689704167164623720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nebeldanken.blogspot.com/2008/12/hallo-mein-name-ist-christian-ich-lebe.html' title=''/><author><name>Thoughts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02195973797931378085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
