FreitagsGedichte / Kurze Gedichte 02.12.2016

Himmel

    der Himmel

Liegt

Immer

Über

Dir

Nur Manchmal

Scheint

Er

    Weiter weg

Zu sein

GlühWürmchen

    auch die

GlühWürmchen

Hoffen

Denn wenn

Sie

Ins Gras

Fallen

Und ihr

Licht löschen

Hoffen

Sie Nicht

    ZerTreTen

Zu werden

Vorhang

    „der Vorhang

Hebt sich“

Aber

Nicht

Im

BLS*

Da

    Fuhr er

Zur Seite

      *  BLS – Buchforster Licht Spiele

Jagd

    blast lauter

Die

JagdHörner

Damit

Das

Wild

Doch

Noch

    Eine Chance

BeKommt

WeltAll

    das Welt-

All

Sei

Zu leer

Ist

Keine

EntSchuldigung

Dass

Man

Die Schreie

Der anderen

    Nicht

Hören will

Baum

    ich bin

Der Baum

Des

Lebens

Dachte

Der Baum

Noch

Als

    Er schon

GeFällt wurde

TotenLichter

     da war es

Dem Tod

Zu bunt

Und

Er blies

Alle

TotenLichter

Aus

Auf den

Gräbern

Aber

    Walte

Schweigen

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Cemeteries in Kyrgyzstan

Cemeteries in Kyrgyzstan are different to expectations in an Islam oriented country. You don’t see unpretentious graves but rather mausoleums. The typical mausoleum is big, elaborated, and showing symbols with connection to the diseased person. Often you can see symbols, which are clearly shamanistic. Sometimes you see graves with a metal structure above resembling a yurt.

You don’t have to travel to remote mountain areas to see these graveyards, but rather see a lot along the roads. One I have visited while hiking into the mountains, though. Along with Islamic and shamanistic influences, you can also detect a Russian influence by the enamel portraits attached to tombstones.

There are also old graveyards or tombstones like the Balbals. Please look at the link for these. But I might write more on the Balbals in the future.

 

 

Cemetery in the mountains

 

Close-up of a mausoleum

 

 

Met6al structure above the grave in the form of a yurt

 

 

Soviet star, deer horns, and the half moon

 

 

Cemetery along the road

 

Mausoleums along the road

Links:

http://rheumatologe.blogspot.de/2014/10/burial-and-memorial-of-dead.html

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The Market of Tarabuco

Tarabuco is a small town in Bolivia near Sucre. And also near to the new airport. The town has about 3000 inhabitants. Tarabuco lies in between the altiplano and the lowland, but still at an altitude of about 3300 m! Every Sunday Tarabuco sees a big market. The people from the surrounding communities exchange food, agricultural products, clothing, animals, and also there is a portion of the market dedicated to souvenirs for tourists. As they (like myself) also flock in. The locals speak Quechua rather than Castellano. Some walk there leading a donkey or a mule, some take a bus, others own a truck to transport their goods to the market. The local people wear their traditional dresses like ponchos or leather hats that resemble the helmets of the conquistadores. Though tourism has taken Tarabuco market as a destination, it still is one of the most authentic markets in Bolivia.

 

Going to the market

 

The big sacks contain coca leaves

 

 

These sandals are made from ols tires

 

Old man in traditional clothes, the leather hat resembles a helmet

 

Part of the market, where goods are rather exchanged than bought

 

No everyone wears traditional clothes, or maybe better only to a lesser degree

 

Modern communication 

 

Crowds at the part, where goods are sold from the trucks

 

Pack animals may rest and feed

 

More coca leaves

 

The market is also a meeting place

 

Discussing prices

 

 Prepared goods for sacrifices and  dried llama foetus as well as bottles with spirits

 

Colorful, but that's the souvenir section

 

After the purchases

 

Only part of the town serves as market

Link:

https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tarabuco