From the wrong side of Culebra to inside Nuremberg.
A few years back I took a trip with some kinder to deutschland. And there, while doing due diligence watching o' de flock of youngsters, I took a stroll down to the square in front of the church. I had wandered around and looked at the neato shops and little eateries on the inside of the great wall. Before that I had wandered the streets of Nuremberg, looking at the buildings that showed the obvious patches on the buildings with damage that the Allies had visited on the city and it's people.
There in the square in front of the church, was a group of small brown men. There in some colorful headdress the Mexican men stamped their feet and played on a flute tunes that belonged to the past, another mystical part of the ancient Mexico. Watching this performance as it was evoking some deep dark forest and yet there amidst the old dark centuries old bricks that kept the German townsfolk inside from the outside, people were held captive by the spectical, the novelty.
There in the middle of the wonderment of the crowd watching the men dance and play their flutes and dance their ancient dances, a young man called out In German. ( I studied german in high school so I got the gist)
"Hey, you shouldn't be here, you don't belong. This is the fatherland, Germany. This is our place, you have yours you don't belong here." The youngster, a skin head exclaimed.
And just like that, the small Mexican fellow with a large feathered headdress on his head opened his mouth and lo.........
German came out of his mouth! i couldn't figure out totally what he said, but there he explained that this was the world and all of us belonged in it. I am sure he said many more things that the crowd agreed with because the people around shook their heads in agreement and look at the young man in disapproval.
The people there enjoyed the show, they enjoyed the dancing but most of all the spectical of this short brown man explaining eloquently in their language why he and his fellow performers had every right to be there. That was the part they were most enthusiastic about. I went and congratulated the group and he said they were from Vera Cruz and performing through out Europe. Needless to say the conversation was in Spanish and I was shorter than him.
I will never forget it...