Today

Recalling Rosa Luxemburg's (1871-1919) correspondence, as insightful and tender toward the smallest things as it was. Even though she had a lame leg since a child, her gratitude and wonder toward all manifestations of nature and life was remarkable. And so she suffered at the sight of Rumanian farm buffaloes being mistreated by brutal soldiers, as she wrote to Sonitschka.

The attending soldier, a brutal character, began to beat away at the animals with the heavy end of his whip so savagely (...) during the unloading, the animals stood completely still, exhausted, and one, the one that was bleeding, all the while looked ahead with an expression on its black face and in its soft black eyes like that of a weeping child.(...)

How far, how irretrievably lost, are the free, succulent, green pastures of Rumania! How different it was with the sun shining, the wind blowing; how different were the beautiful sounds of birds, the melodious calls of shepherds. And here: the strange weird city, the fusty stable, the nauseating mouldy hay mixed with putrid straw, the strange, horrible people - and the blows, blood running from the fresh wound...We both stand here so powerless and spiritless and are united only in pain, in powerlessness and in longing....