The tragedy of Afghanistan
written by Theodor Fontane, 1858
The snow softly dusting falls from the sky,
keeps a rider from Jellalabad,
"Who's there!" - ". A British knight,
Bring Embassy of Afghanistan" ""
Afghanistan! he said so weak;
It crowded around the rider, half the city,
Sir Robert Sale, the Commandant,
lifts him from his horse with his own hand.
run into the stone guardhouse him
put him down at the fireplace,
warms like him, the fire, as it refreshes the light
He breathes on high and thanks, saying
"We were three thousand men ,
From Cabul started our train,
soldier, leader, wife and child,
Solidifies are betrayed slain.
"shattered our whole army,
lives what is wrong around outside at night,
I have indulged myself in a God, salvation,
to see, whether to save the rest you can."
Sir Robert climbed to the ramparts ,
Officers, soldiers followed him all ',
Sir Robert said: "The snow falls thick
look to us, they can not find us.
"You are mistaken as blind and are so close to us
So listen let's them that we are there,
Is a song of home and house,
trumpeter blas't into the night!"
Since Huben at her and she's not been tired,
way it sounded through the night song to song,
first English songs with a cheerful sound,
highland songs then like dirge.
you blew the night and throughout the day,
sound, how retrieve only the love, may
They blew - it was the second night,
vain, that their calls for free, that you wake up.
They should listen, they do not hear
is destroyed the whole army,
began with thirteen thousand of the train,
One came home from Afghanistan.
dear friends,
Pay the Price of War, always the people.
Peace is too important to be left to those who earn at war!
Friday 5 February, 18 clock Marienplatz - actions to the Town Hall reception
Saturday 6 February, 13 clock Marienplatz - Demonstration
with solidarity greetings!
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