Its a cold morning, when Zuck Eickhart, awakes, to the loud blaring, of music, which he assumes, to be his son, Jonas, or his daughter, Gabriele, both 8 and 10 years of age, respectively. He is out of his bed, assuming his wife, to be in and about the house, making breakfast (it too still being, rather early in the morning even), or at the very least, tidying up the house itself. He lays on his bed, thinks to himself, what best perhaps, to do, to face really, another day, where he lives, in a rather undisclosed location, somewhere, in Kenia. A flight, will be coming in soon he remembers, bearing certain goods and products (amongst foodstuffs even), that he will be pleased maybe really, to receive. Lying on the bed, he somewhat swiftly, clears his nose with a sniff, and looking out of the window, at the now shining sun itself even, he can't but help, think, of going to the local, Golf Country Club, to enjoy himself a bit, knowing his wife, Elena, will not mind, the interruption a bit.
At the Golfing Club later on, he is playing a round, wondering if, any of his buddies or friends even, will show up. Zuck Eickhart, is an attractive man, something he does know, having had many a woman, reiterate this fact onto him. As a result, the only 'woman' he does cherish, is his daughter, who very much sees him somewhat, for what he is: a Patriot. The very fact, that he loves where he does live, Kenia (a name he acquaints too, with its Nature), does trouble some of his friends, who believe, its time to move on. 'Where to?', is the question they do ponder, with his knowing though, nothing of substance really, does go on, outside, Kenia itself he believes. The Eickharts, have been living, in Kenia, unknown to most, for the last 200 years really. Their origins though, lay, in Austria, they having move into Kenia itself, in a longwinded story, that saw them initially, living, on the Swahili Coast. An unbelievable story, as many do associate (or acquaint even), migratory patterns, with, recent (or ancient even), history in itself.
As Zuck Eickhart, hits the various rounds of Golf balls available to him, he can't but help think too, philosophically, about, how do people in all, generally, do know themselves. This appears, to be the very question, disturbing some of his friends, who don't seem, to know whom they are really well, anymore really too. Its as if even, they don't remember, how wondrous in itself, life has generally been, without, any of the complaints, most out there in the World so to speak, often, do face really. To him, it appears, their disconcerting attitudes, very much has to do, with how in all, to garner respect really, in one way, or another. Unknown to Zuck Eickhart though, the very fact, that womenfolk in the small locale they do live in (and with over 400 people in general too), do respond to him rather cordially, and are often foremost even, to greet him before any of his other friends, does not seem, to register with him as a prime reason, he in many ways too, is not one, to take too favourably, to feminine attention really. Life is swell though, is how, he would describe it, but he does wonder at times, about his daughter Gabriele, and on how really, she does actually fare on, as she does seem, listless, and bored even, when even too, there is plenty to do really. There is nothing out there that would better his life in any way he believes and thinks too really, and all that talk of going out there, seems to do, with how in general, many perhaps, do know themselves. "I just want to go out there, and have some fun", had said a friend of his, Peter Drucker, who seemed bored with his life, and probably believed too, he was in a sum total, whom he was really, as a pleasured being. Thats all it appeared to Zuck Eickhart, was Peter Druckers main goal in life (knowing himself, as a pleasured being too, and probably too, in a rather popular spot even, such as, Dubai really). The year is 2000 in a sum total too, and for Zuck Eickhart, hearing Pete in all, speak this way, has him pondering too really, and trying to remember even, as with thought itself too, why people, do think, as they really do.
"Katharinaaah", says out a voice, as Katharina Schulze, makes her way for breakfast, and towards into, a Grand Hall (that serves not only, as a dining place/'hall', but also even, as with it too, being rather huge and spacious in all, and being, Greek like in Architecture too really, and having even, several chambers housing, certain German 'Hitler Youth' Officials), and with Katharina too, coming in rather late even, for breakfast in all. The voice, belongs to a certain, Darius Zeinhart, who looks somewhat, disapprovingly (mockingly even), at Katharina, as she slides by him swiftly even, and makes her way towards the dining place, while pointing a finger at Darius, on passing him by, as with wanting him even, to say nothing more, while she does in all too, finish up quickly, on her breakfast. The Year is 1934, in the late autumn, but the sun, still shines widely and brightly, with everyone in all, expecting, the most merry, of Winters, to come in grandly. The German Hitler Youth, are a State Organization, under the German 'National Socialist German Workers Party', whose main goal, is to provide and cater for really, a brighter and greater Germany, by attempting in all, to breed, a new breed really too, of Intellectuals, to take Germany, into the future itself (prosperous and rich). Katharina, is amongst a number of recruits, from Germany itself, and across Europe too, who have put their faith, in a brighter Europe for all, with Darius Zeinhart, he too, coming in from Kenia, and Italian too really, cannot help in all, but notice, Katharinas, awkward even, European gait, as she walks by him.
'How do people, remember things?', is something, Darius Zeinhart, has pondered to himself, as he does remember, Katharina, paying attention, to the lecture given, for those accepted, into the Hitler Youth, that specifically spoke of building really, a better Germany, and not Europe really either. To Zeinhart, France or England, or even Austria itself, belong to those perhaps, who do remember things, in a certain way, and not perhaps, the German way really too. At a recent evening even, and at a dinner too really, Katharina Schulze, had spoken of, a Germany, that would one day rise, to save the rest of Europe, from mediocrity, or even, fantasy itself, and with Darius Zeinhart, looking on at her, knowing Europe to himself, a wasteland, which time, was not willing to forgive, for its past transgressions really. Europeans to Zeinhart, knew not, of right or wrong, as with their living even, fantasy based lives, that had come, to jade them fluidly even, and since too really, the Year of the Revolution, 1789. The German Officials though, present, at the dinner, had taken everything in, with bemused expressions really, that exposed none, of their thoughts really, to most, who had been present there (including, Zeinhart himself). How do people, generally know things, or even themselves too really, as with in all, becoming aware of such really, so to speak. A question, perhaps in all, pondered by most out there, and with a few even, realizing, the answer, does lie in all perhaps, with Respect, and in its various meanings too.
Zuck Eickhart, is back in his home, or house really, reading, one of his favourite books: 'Leben Oder Steben', by a certain, Darius Zeinhart. Its of great interest to him, a book he has recommended to his friends even (with his wanting really, to discuss its contents), but none, have been apt or quick even, to take to his advice. Its a book, of knowing oneself, in a way he believes, those in his locale, would very much like: Self-Awareness. 'How does one, remember things?', had asked Zeinhart, as with his musings, on an olden past Europe, one too, he loved dearly, but with those around him, quick even, to destroy it, at a notice. The answer to Zeinhart, had come abruptly perhaps, to late really, to help save Germany too, from going into a War, it had no intention, of fighting whatsoever. A War, that had appeared to simply spring up, but winning in many ways, the appeal, of Womenfolk in Germany, who believed it, to be the best way, to conquer in all really, Europe. 'How does one know things generally, or remember them even, as with even truly, generally knowing themselves?' In many ways, as with Zuck Eickharts understanding, it had in all to do, with how, one generally, remembered, things in all (as with tessellating even, ones memory, on simply remembering events, of all kinds really). In a Europe, whose peoples, Women especially, remembered things, or generally knew things (or themselves even), from the perspective, of a Source, the answer, had in many ways had, Zuck Eickhart, wondering, how people in Kenia too really, remembered things in all (as with his believing even, only he knew or felt, how life in general, was grand in all too, in rather, sunny Kenia even). European Women Zeinhart had pointed out, remembered things, or knew things generally, from the perspective of Sources (whether it be a Magazine, or truly even, a rather trusted Source/'individual' in all really). This in many ways, opened up one, to Europes even, rather Machiavellian history, as with Eickhart himself, recognizing truly, he being no longer truly European, as based on, how he generally thought about things, with this too, being based on really, how he generally remembered things in all, generally knew things too, or even, generally in all really, knew himself. In a Europe, where one could find, the most important message, passed on to them, through a small door opening, or even, by a passerby, simply sitting aimlessly, on a big Rock even, Eickhart, could not but help think, that such a Machiavellian world perhaps really, was now alien to him, with Kenia, offering really too, a new way in all, of generally thinking about things, based on how, he generally knew himself (and as a Patriot even). In Zeinharts mind, German Women, and before WW2 really too, seemed to know themselves generally (as with how they felt even), highly based around, Sources, coming in from Europe itself (and Feminine Sources too), rather than, from, a now prospering Germany, that would hopefully, serve, as an example for change really, within the rest of Europe.
On a late evening, and at a party even, hosted at the Golf Country Club, for some incoming guests, Eickhart, had found himself somewhat, remembering things, in a European fashion (as with noticing, someone walking gladly, and he subconsciously too even, attempting, to make himself, more noticeable really). On getting into the Country Club itself, children running around, he could not but help notice, that the decorations, music, or even how really, the people present, were dressed, was rather in all, modern English to say the least. A World he despised, with its people in all, nincompoops, to say the least too really. He knew these kind of folk, elitist, and with his remembering Zeinhart, his recognizing in all, that they knew nothing, rather than what, an Elitist Snob in all, told them really. They copied, aped, or mimicked even, gladly, what anyone they believed, cool or hip even, did, as with how in all, they generally knew things, remembered things, or even, generally knew in all too, themselves really. Walking in some more, hat in his hands (as if somewhat respecting, the decency of the place in itself), he could not but help look around, for the person, he was particularly in all really, seeking out, a Lord Errol Flynn, whom had booked too, a flight itself really, coming in all the way, from Germany, where he privately, and secretly even, lived. Lord Errol Flynn, the only person he believed, could point out, his erroneous thinking in all, and the only person, he truly in all, found entertaining, on the way too really, he made his views known in all. "They don't know whom they are", had enthusiastically said Eickhart, on his having joined, Lord Flynns group, gotten himself a drink too, and busily even attempted, to respond to Lord Errol Flynns query, on why everybody (and in his group presumably), was dressed so shabbily. Lord Errol Flynn, had listen to Zuck Eickhart, without his truly, making it know, by responding too back really, "Is it; then I guess, they should hurry on home, and have a change for that matter". They all appeared to somehow laugh, with they then sensing too really, Lord Flynn in all, telling them, what to actually wear, on doing this.
Katharina was running late, for one of her classes, and pondering to herself even, why she sometimes, was late, despite in all, being rather disciplined in nature. As she quickly slid through the hall, filled with several (or even many really), 'table benches', she could not fail but notice, the figure of Darius Zeinhart, with two other 'unrecognizables' (one though, standing within a canteen), that all three too really, were standing around, discussing, the ongoings, in Berlin. It was late in the autumn, of 1937, and discussions were going on, about, Germanys probable entry, into a War, that was still, very much, being discussed, in many ways too really. As Katharina hurried on to one, of her philosophy classes, she silently hoped, that Darius Zeinhart, would not spot her, and make a loud comment even, about her being late. She hurried on, wondering to herself truly, why she sometimes really, was always late. How do people, generally know things? as in knowing too really, that she knew well about the class beforehand, but still made it late to it. This question though, was very much being actively debated, by Darius Zeinhart, with the other two, Hans Muller, and Boris Hirsch too, but more or less, from the perspective, of respect, and self-respect really. Zeinhart, had been glad to run into the two, by the canteen, on his way out, of the building, but had decided, to stay a while (which turned out, to be a long while even), to speak with them really. Talk of a brewing War, had astounded Zeinhart, as with the possibility even, of it in all happening really. How does one, remember things? One moment, in sunny Bonn enjoying life, and the next, off to War (with no probable causes really, in between). Zeinhart knew, the German Leadership, to be steadfast, in their thoughts and beliefs, and going to War, meant something grave, had happened really. How do people, generally know themselves. For Zeinhart, and his travels even, to Berlin, the chance happening, of his attending really, a German Womens Group meeting, had in many ways, given him, the answer, he was seeking out (and one too he eventually believed, the German Leadership, had already deciphered way before). The meeting had spoken, of Germany bringing change, to a Europe, now torn in economic turmoil, via conquest in all, as with it even, somehow, being capable, of doing this. The very idea, of Germany being an example for change, in the rest of Europe really too, seemed to have fallen behind in support really, and in exchange, for a belief, that War and Conquest, provided, the best solution, for bringing change even, to Germany itself. Zeinhart, had wondered in all, what could have brought about this, irrational way, of thinking really. Seated at the canteen though, discussing this all, with Hans Muller, and Boris too really, Zeinhart, had spoken too, of it all, from the perspective again, of, respect, and self-respect, as with many, an average German man, agreeing to go to War, in notions too really, that seemed to suggest, that self-respect, was in many ways truly, an issue here. To himself though, Zeinhart here too, seemed to have uncovered really, the real issue at hand (how in general, the average German Man, knew himself, or even truly, generally knew things really). To Zeinhart, in a Europe, where the people often knew things, through Sources, German Men on average, appeared to feel somewhat incompetent, and alienated even (from themselves too), as with generally, having to depend, on German Women, for most forms of Knowledge even, and in many ways too, questioning themselves, on whom they really were, as Europeans (and not Germans either). To Zeinhart, as he had made it known to the German Leadership (who did acknowledge his views, as with their knowing them even), Europeans traditionally, had generally known things, of Europe, or themselves even generally, via Italians as Sources (whether this being, an Italian coming in from Austria, with the latest on the going ons there, or even too really, the visiting, by Europeans in general, to Italy, and visiting many, of its rather famed Libraries, or even too perhaps again, the meeting of all kinds of peoples, in one, of the many, International like Festivals, held in Italy, more occassionally, than frequent really). To Zeinhart, pre WW2 Germany, was one, filled with peoples (men in particular), misinformed, about whom they were, or what even, they were doing in Germany itself (as with how, they even remembered things truly there). To Zeinhart, German men, did not seem to remember, how glorious Germany was, just an year ago, but instead, based on unfounded sources truly too, spoke of, a greater Europe, to be born, and remade even really. The German Leadership on the otherhand, having accepted Zeinharts views, had somewhat encouraged him, to do something in all, as with their recognizing too (by themselves really), that they in all, generally knew things, remembered them, or even, generally saw themselves really too, in a different manner, from Zeinhart, the average German Man, but especially too, German Women in all. To the German Leadership, and many of those below them, they in many ways, had failed to recognize (something that had dealt even, a heavy blow, to their self-esteems, and as with they really too, not prone to make mistakes in all), that the way, they generally knew/saw themselves, or even, generally knew things, rather strongly even, differed, from that, of the average German Man. For they in all too really, knew things, and generally too, by for instance, making out something, and from the perspective, of impropriety, and then somewhat, recognizing even, how this impropriety, had arisen, with regards really, to their environments perhaps, and finally, somewhat even, connecting the dots, to the past, and the future even (or present too), as to what, the impropriety, could lead too in general. Zeinhart on the otherhand, he being Italian, and a Brownskinned one for that matter, had failed in all, to convince German Women, on the false manner really, of their thinking, by failing in all too, to make them truly recognize, that he as Italian, generally knew things, differently, from how they (Europeans really), generally did. German Women in all, were basing their beliefs, on Sources, coming in from as far, as South America, and Zeinharts attempt, to point this out, their false thinking even, had in all failed, as with he too, being Italian, generally knowing things, by abruptly really even, noticing, hearing, seeing, viewing, or even too really, perceiving things in general, which, most German Women, would recognize in all to themselves, as a sign really, of Arrogance in all.
Zuck Eickhart, was seated all by himself, about 1 week since, the evening party, where he did meet, Lord Errol Flynn. The evening, had been rather pleasant, and even amicable, as Lord Errol Flynn, had engaged them, in proper conversation, on their agreeing, to go back to their not too far away homes, and have a change in clothing. As he sat there all by himself, on the back lawn to his home and house, he could not but help, think, with some excitement, that he had finally, figured out himself, and his life even, in many ways too really. Lord Errol, had been the most interesting of talkers, when he aptly reminded them, several times, that they were now, Kenians, and not, European really any more. It had all started, with Pete, or Drucker really, simply asking Lord Errol Flynn, on whom they could be, out there, and in Europe really too, as with his stating directly even "Whom are we out there Lord Flynn?". "Call me Errol, Pete, and I can tell you something, you are neither, out there, or in here even", he saying this, based on, the cocky personality, that Peter Drucker, seemed to have adopted, for the evening in all. Lord Errol Flynn, had pointed in many ways, to what Zuck himself, had been trying, to tell all his friends: they didn't in all, know really, how they generally saw themselves. "You don't whom you are", had said Lord Errol, "you don't seem to see yourselves, as I would, or they would even", pointing somewhat too, towards what, most would believe, was Europe in itself really. They had all been confused, Zuck and Pete especially, perhaps feeling in all, crestfallen, that nothing much probably, would emanate in all, from the evening itself. "You don't understand", had said Lord Errol Flynn, somewhat lowly even, "they don't know, whom you are, but you think they do". "Look at yourself" he had continued on more loudly, "Why do you think, you are so much like them, when in reality, you are actually here", speaking specifically too, of Kenia in itself. In retrospect to all this though, Zuck Eickhart, had taken it all in somewhat, rather well even, knowing that Lord Errol Flynn, was talking really, along the lines, of what he had spent alot even, of his own life think about: whom he really was. "Look, I will tell you something", had said Lord Errol, "you think you are out there" (pointing perceptively towards Europe), "but I can tell you, you are actually, in there" (pointing again now, towards Africa, and realistically too even), "or out there" (now pointing, towards, the Middle East). They had not, fully understood, what Lord Errol Flynn, was getting too (his nuances, in many ways, out of their ranges really perhaps), but Zuck Eickhart, had gotten the gist of it all (when he appeared, to feel, crestfallen, at the sound really, of the truth itself).
How do people, generally know themselves? How do they too really, generally know things, or even really, remember them too? Zuck Eickhart, as with pondering specifically really, what to do with his life again, had remembered succinctly even, what Lord Errol Flynn, had told them; he, Lord Errol, taking out a sheet of paper (which turned out, to be the front page, of a Newspaper), had shown it to them, and asked "Do you know what this is?", to which too, they had all blankly stared really, at a front sheet, to "The Times" (or the London Times even), before he had then aptly said "thats whom we are, out there, and none of you, have known whom you are in here, for the last 200 hundred years Zuck", he had finished off, while pointing at the paper somewhat, anticipating Zuck Eickhart, to put in a query, about his reading perhaps, other, European based Newspapers really. From Zeinhart, Eickhart had figured out succintly even, what Lord Errol Flynn, had truly meant. That for the last 200 years atleast, most in Europe, when considered cultured perhaps, had generally come to know about themselves, and about things in general too, from the London Times (or 'The Times" really, as they called it now). "Whom are you in here?", had asked Lord Errol Flynn, to which the blank stares of those peeking at the front page of the daily, had appeared, brokenhearted even, with Lord Errol Flynn, simply stating "thats whom we are".
Putting down, a book on wildlife in Kenia (and especially one speaking of the Owl), Zuck Eickhart had heard his wife Elena, call him into the house, for dinner, to which he had replied back, that he would be in, sooner than later really. Europeans, still used Sources, respectable now, to know whom they were in general, or even, to simply know about things too really, and in general also. Lord Errol Flynn on the otherhand, had stated to Zuck Eickhart (and the most eager in the group, to go out there into Europe, for some life reason in all really), "you don't get it, you are actually now, more in there" (pointing towards Africa now), "than out there even" (now pointing again, towards, the Middle East). It had been obvious, as even with Zuck Eickhart, understanding Zeinhart more, that Africans, knew about themselves in general, and about things too in general really, from Elitist Society, which not only included, Elitist/Celebrity figures, but also, Elitist Universities in general too. "Thats whom you are", had said Lord Errol, "you think like the people, in there" (pointing again towards Africa now), "than the Middle East, as you once did really". How do people, in the Middle East, generally know things? had asked Zuck Eickhart, more in thought, than in retrospect too. Lord Errol, had not made the answer clear to him (or them too really), but Zuck Eickhart, had realized, that those in the Middle East, generally knew things, from the perspective, of Materiality (interestingly enough). They would see perhaps, a piece of Materiality, and wonder really, about it in all. Who made it? Where did it come from? Who uses it? And why in all, that particular design? or even much deeper really, What did such materiality, imply, for a Society in whole? The Mohammedans atleast, had mastered, this to a perfection even, as with they even, able, to decipher in all, what kind of problems, a Society faced, based on the materiality (including human genes/matter), it acquainted itself with. Zuck Eickhart, had remembered, when they were once like this, or what, some would call being "Mjanja", as the Swahili peoples of Kenia, might have said too really. "You now get it Zuck, you are actually in here, than out there too" had said Lord Errol Flynn, to Zuck Eickhart, when he had realized, that he, was not truly European really, as he imagined himself, and that truly, there was something, one could call, a Kenian Identity, based on how even, one did in general, know things too really. Zuck Eickhart, as with his telling Peter Drucker even, had realized it about the same time even, Lord Errol Flynn, had pointed it out to them, while holding disturbingly, a GQ Magazine cover, with Sean "Puffy' Combs in it, and somewhat stated, "thats whom you are". "Lord Errol, you think we are like, or can be even, like Sean 'Puffy' Combs?", had asked one amongst the group, in a jokingly and musingly manner even, to which, Lord Errol, turning his face, and eyes even, towards the voice, had said "you now get it, slow mo", and in a mocking voice too, as they then had in all, looked at the cover again, and wondered truly, whom, they really were (as with attempting even really, to remember themselves actually).
As Zuck Eickhart had made his way, back, into his home/house, he had remembered Lord Errol Flynn, saying to them, that they in all truly, generally knew themselves, based on reading, accounts of all kinds, of peoples, who had in all, had, a certain experience, so to speak. Whether it was a European Explorer into Africa really, an Italian Navigator into the Seas, or even, a success story (account even), of a prominent Businessman, or finally true even, Sean "Puffy" Combs, getting sued, for an impropriety of a kind, was in many ways, how, many in Kenia, did come to generally know about themselves, and things too in general (and all this, simply too, by realizing something, based on reading, the account). "You guys invented, the History Buff", had said Lord Errol, speaking particularly, of the ability of many in Kenia, to read of a simple incident in China for instance, and somewhat then, be able to make out Chinese Society, based on such a, historical fact. It was simply that easy, had stated Lord Errol Flynn in many ways, as with Zuck Eickhart, somewhat seeing, the Owl in himself, as with his matching even, his mundane experiences (or existences even too), with those, of an Owl really.
The End
At the Golfing Club later on, he is playing a round, wondering if, any of his buddies or friends even, will show up. Zuck Eickhart, is an attractive man, something he does know, having had many a woman, reiterate this fact onto him. As a result, the only 'woman' he does cherish, is his daughter, who very much sees him somewhat, for what he is: a Patriot. The very fact, that he loves where he does live, Kenia (a name he acquaints too, with its Nature), does trouble some of his friends, who believe, its time to move on. 'Where to?', is the question they do ponder, with his knowing though, nothing of substance really, does go on, outside, Kenia itself he believes. The Eickharts, have been living, in Kenia, unknown to most, for the last 200 years really. Their origins though, lay, in Austria, they having move into Kenia itself, in a longwinded story, that saw them initially, living, on the Swahili Coast. An unbelievable story, as many do associate (or acquaint even), migratory patterns, with, recent (or ancient even), history in itself.
As Zuck Eickhart, hits the various rounds of Golf balls available to him, he can't but help think too, philosophically, about, how do people in all, generally, do know themselves. This appears, to be the very question, disturbing some of his friends, who don't seem, to know whom they are really well, anymore really too. Its as if even, they don't remember, how wondrous in itself, life has generally been, without, any of the complaints, most out there in the World so to speak, often, do face really. To him, it appears, their disconcerting attitudes, very much has to do, with how in all, to garner respect really, in one way, or another. Unknown to Zuck Eickhart though, the very fact, that womenfolk in the small locale they do live in (and with over 400 people in general too), do respond to him rather cordially, and are often foremost even, to greet him before any of his other friends, does not seem, to register with him as a prime reason, he in many ways too, is not one, to take too favourably, to feminine attention really. Life is swell though, is how, he would describe it, but he does wonder at times, about his daughter Gabriele, and on how really, she does actually fare on, as she does seem, listless, and bored even, when even too, there is plenty to do really. There is nothing out there that would better his life in any way he believes and thinks too really, and all that talk of going out there, seems to do, with how in general, many perhaps, do know themselves. "I just want to go out there, and have some fun", had said a friend of his, Peter Drucker, who seemed bored with his life, and probably believed too, he was in a sum total, whom he was really, as a pleasured being. Thats all it appeared to Zuck Eickhart, was Peter Druckers main goal in life (knowing himself, as a pleasured being too, and probably too, in a rather popular spot even, such as, Dubai really). The year is 2000 in a sum total too, and for Zuck Eickhart, hearing Pete in all, speak this way, has him pondering too really, and trying to remember even, as with thought itself too, why people, do think, as they really do.
"Katharinaaah", says out a voice, as Katharina Schulze, makes her way for breakfast, and towards into, a Grand Hall (that serves not only, as a dining place/'hall', but also even, as with it too, being rather huge and spacious in all, and being, Greek like in Architecture too really, and having even, several chambers housing, certain German 'Hitler Youth' Officials), and with Katharina too, coming in rather late even, for breakfast in all. The voice, belongs to a certain, Darius Zeinhart, who looks somewhat, disapprovingly (mockingly even), at Katharina, as she slides by him swiftly even, and makes her way towards the dining place, while pointing a finger at Darius, on passing him by, as with wanting him even, to say nothing more, while she does in all too, finish up quickly, on her breakfast. The Year is 1934, in the late autumn, but the sun, still shines widely and brightly, with everyone in all, expecting, the most merry, of Winters, to come in grandly. The German Hitler Youth, are a State Organization, under the German 'National Socialist German Workers Party', whose main goal, is to provide and cater for really, a brighter and greater Germany, by attempting in all, to breed, a new breed really too, of Intellectuals, to take Germany, into the future itself (prosperous and rich). Katharina, is amongst a number of recruits, from Germany itself, and across Europe too, who have put their faith, in a brighter Europe for all, with Darius Zeinhart, he too, coming in from Kenia, and Italian too really, cannot help in all, but notice, Katharinas, awkward even, European gait, as she walks by him.
'How do people, remember things?', is something, Darius Zeinhart, has pondered to himself, as he does remember, Katharina, paying attention, to the lecture given, for those accepted, into the Hitler Youth, that specifically spoke of building really, a better Germany, and not Europe really either. To Zeinhart, France or England, or even Austria itself, belong to those perhaps, who do remember things, in a certain way, and not perhaps, the German way really too. At a recent evening even, and at a dinner too really, Katharina Schulze, had spoken of, a Germany, that would one day rise, to save the rest of Europe, from mediocrity, or even, fantasy itself, and with Darius Zeinhart, looking on at her, knowing Europe to himself, a wasteland, which time, was not willing to forgive, for its past transgressions really. Europeans to Zeinhart, knew not, of right or wrong, as with their living even, fantasy based lives, that had come, to jade them fluidly even, and since too really, the Year of the Revolution, 1789. The German Officials though, present, at the dinner, had taken everything in, with bemused expressions really, that exposed none, of their thoughts really, to most, who had been present there (including, Zeinhart himself). How do people, generally know things, or even themselves too really, as with in all, becoming aware of such really, so to speak. A question, perhaps in all, pondered by most out there, and with a few even, realizing, the answer, does lie in all perhaps, with Respect, and in its various meanings too.
Zuck Eickhart, is back in his home, or house really, reading, one of his favourite books: 'Leben Oder Steben', by a certain, Darius Zeinhart. Its of great interest to him, a book he has recommended to his friends even (with his wanting really, to discuss its contents), but none, have been apt or quick even, to take to his advice. Its a book, of knowing oneself, in a way he believes, those in his locale, would very much like: Self-Awareness. 'How does one, remember things?', had asked Zeinhart, as with his musings, on an olden past Europe, one too, he loved dearly, but with those around him, quick even, to destroy it, at a notice. The answer to Zeinhart, had come abruptly perhaps, to late really, to help save Germany too, from going into a War, it had no intention, of fighting whatsoever. A War, that had appeared to simply spring up, but winning in many ways, the appeal, of Womenfolk in Germany, who believed it, to be the best way, to conquer in all really, Europe. 'How does one know things generally, or remember them even, as with even truly, generally knowing themselves?' In many ways, as with Zuck Eickharts understanding, it had in all to do, with how, one generally, remembered, things in all (as with tessellating even, ones memory, on simply remembering events, of all kinds really). In a Europe, whose peoples, Women especially, remembered things, or generally knew things (or themselves even), from the perspective, of a Source, the answer, had in many ways had, Zuck Eickhart, wondering, how people in Kenia too really, remembered things in all (as with his believing even, only he knew or felt, how life in general, was grand in all too, in rather, sunny Kenia even). European Women Zeinhart had pointed out, remembered things, or knew things generally, from the perspective of Sources (whether it be a Magazine, or truly even, a rather trusted Source/'individual' in all really). This in many ways, opened up one, to Europes even, rather Machiavellian history, as with Eickhart himself, recognizing truly, he being no longer truly European, as based on, how he generally thought about things, with this too, being based on really, how he generally remembered things in all, generally knew things too, or even, generally in all really, knew himself. In a Europe, where one could find, the most important message, passed on to them, through a small door opening, or even, by a passerby, simply sitting aimlessly, on a big Rock even, Eickhart, could not but help think, that such a Machiavellian world perhaps really, was now alien to him, with Kenia, offering really too, a new way in all, of generally thinking about things, based on how, he generally knew himself (and as a Patriot even). In Zeinharts mind, German Women, and before WW2 really too, seemed to know themselves generally (as with how they felt even), highly based around, Sources, coming in from Europe itself (and Feminine Sources too), rather than, from, a now prospering Germany, that would hopefully, serve, as an example for change really, within the rest of Europe.
On a late evening, and at a party even, hosted at the Golf Country Club, for some incoming guests, Eickhart, had found himself somewhat, remembering things, in a European fashion (as with noticing, someone walking gladly, and he subconsciously too even, attempting, to make himself, more noticeable really). On getting into the Country Club itself, children running around, he could not but help notice, that the decorations, music, or even how really, the people present, were dressed, was rather in all, modern English to say the least. A World he despised, with its people in all, nincompoops, to say the least too really. He knew these kind of folk, elitist, and with his remembering Zeinhart, his recognizing in all, that they knew nothing, rather than what, an Elitist Snob in all, told them really. They copied, aped, or mimicked even, gladly, what anyone they believed, cool or hip even, did, as with how in all, they generally knew things, remembered things, or even, generally knew in all too, themselves really. Walking in some more, hat in his hands (as if somewhat respecting, the decency of the place in itself), he could not but help look around, for the person, he was particularly in all really, seeking out, a Lord Errol Flynn, whom had booked too, a flight itself really, coming in all the way, from Germany, where he privately, and secretly even, lived. Lord Errol Flynn, the only person he believed, could point out, his erroneous thinking in all, and the only person, he truly in all, found entertaining, on the way too really, he made his views known in all. "They don't know whom they are", had enthusiastically said Eickhart, on his having joined, Lord Flynns group, gotten himself a drink too, and busily even attempted, to respond to Lord Errol Flynns query, on why everybody (and in his group presumably), was dressed so shabbily. Lord Errol Flynn, had listen to Zuck Eickhart, without his truly, making it know, by responding too back really, "Is it; then I guess, they should hurry on home, and have a change for that matter". They all appeared to somehow laugh, with they then sensing too really, Lord Flynn in all, telling them, what to actually wear, on doing this.
Katharina was running late, for one of her classes, and pondering to herself even, why she sometimes, was late, despite in all, being rather disciplined in nature. As she quickly slid through the hall, filled with several (or even many really), 'table benches', she could not fail but notice, the figure of Darius Zeinhart, with two other 'unrecognizables' (one though, standing within a canteen), that all three too really, were standing around, discussing, the ongoings, in Berlin. It was late in the autumn, of 1937, and discussions were going on, about, Germanys probable entry, into a War, that was still, very much, being discussed, in many ways too really. As Katharina hurried on to one, of her philosophy classes, she silently hoped, that Darius Zeinhart, would not spot her, and make a loud comment even, about her being late. She hurried on, wondering to herself truly, why she sometimes really, was always late. How do people, generally know things? as in knowing too really, that she knew well about the class beforehand, but still made it late to it. This question though, was very much being actively debated, by Darius Zeinhart, with the other two, Hans Muller, and Boris Hirsch too, but more or less, from the perspective, of respect, and self-respect really. Zeinhart, had been glad to run into the two, by the canteen, on his way out, of the building, but had decided, to stay a while (which turned out, to be a long while even), to speak with them really. Talk of a brewing War, had astounded Zeinhart, as with the possibility even, of it in all happening really. How does one, remember things? One moment, in sunny Bonn enjoying life, and the next, off to War (with no probable causes really, in between). Zeinhart knew, the German Leadership, to be steadfast, in their thoughts and beliefs, and going to War, meant something grave, had happened really. How do people, generally know themselves. For Zeinhart, and his travels even, to Berlin, the chance happening, of his attending really, a German Womens Group meeting, had in many ways, given him, the answer, he was seeking out (and one too he eventually believed, the German Leadership, had already deciphered way before). The meeting had spoken, of Germany bringing change, to a Europe, now torn in economic turmoil, via conquest in all, as with it even, somehow, being capable, of doing this. The very idea, of Germany being an example for change, in the rest of Europe really too, seemed to have fallen behind in support really, and in exchange, for a belief, that War and Conquest, provided, the best solution, for bringing change even, to Germany itself. Zeinhart, had wondered in all, what could have brought about this, irrational way, of thinking really. Seated at the canteen though, discussing this all, with Hans Muller, and Boris too really, Zeinhart, had spoken too, of it all, from the perspective again, of, respect, and self-respect, as with many, an average German man, agreeing to go to War, in notions too really, that seemed to suggest, that self-respect, was in many ways truly, an issue here. To himself though, Zeinhart here too, seemed to have uncovered really, the real issue at hand (how in general, the average German Man, knew himself, or even truly, generally knew things really). To Zeinhart, in a Europe, where the people often knew things, through Sources, German Men on average, appeared to feel somewhat incompetent, and alienated even (from themselves too), as with generally, having to depend, on German Women, for most forms of Knowledge even, and in many ways too, questioning themselves, on whom they really were, as Europeans (and not Germans either). To Zeinhart, as he had made it known to the German Leadership (who did acknowledge his views, as with their knowing them even), Europeans traditionally, had generally known things, of Europe, or themselves even generally, via Italians as Sources (whether this being, an Italian coming in from Austria, with the latest on the going ons there, or even too really, the visiting, by Europeans in general, to Italy, and visiting many, of its rather famed Libraries, or even too perhaps again, the meeting of all kinds of peoples, in one, of the many, International like Festivals, held in Italy, more occassionally, than frequent really). To Zeinhart, pre WW2 Germany, was one, filled with peoples (men in particular), misinformed, about whom they were, or what even, they were doing in Germany itself (as with how, they even remembered things truly there). To Zeinhart, German men, did not seem to remember, how glorious Germany was, just an year ago, but instead, based on unfounded sources truly too, spoke of, a greater Europe, to be born, and remade even really. The German Leadership on the otherhand, having accepted Zeinharts views, had somewhat encouraged him, to do something in all, as with their recognizing too (by themselves really), that they in all, generally knew things, remembered them, or even, generally saw themselves really too, in a different manner, from Zeinhart, the average German Man, but especially too, German Women in all. To the German Leadership, and many of those below them, they in many ways, had failed to recognize (something that had dealt even, a heavy blow, to their self-esteems, and as with they really too, not prone to make mistakes in all), that the way, they generally knew/saw themselves, or even, generally knew things, rather strongly even, differed, from that, of the average German Man. For they in all too really, knew things, and generally too, by for instance, making out something, and from the perspective, of impropriety, and then somewhat, recognizing even, how this impropriety, had arisen, with regards really, to their environments perhaps, and finally, somewhat even, connecting the dots, to the past, and the future even (or present too), as to what, the impropriety, could lead too in general. Zeinhart on the otherhand, he being Italian, and a Brownskinned one for that matter, had failed in all, to convince German Women, on the false manner really, of their thinking, by failing in all too, to make them truly recognize, that he as Italian, generally knew things, differently, from how they (Europeans really), generally did. German Women in all, were basing their beliefs, on Sources, coming in from as far, as South America, and Zeinharts attempt, to point this out, their false thinking even, had in all failed, as with he too, being Italian, generally knowing things, by abruptly really even, noticing, hearing, seeing, viewing, or even too really, perceiving things in general, which, most German Women, would recognize in all to themselves, as a sign really, of Arrogance in all.
Zuck Eickhart, was seated all by himself, about 1 week since, the evening party, where he did meet, Lord Errol Flynn. The evening, had been rather pleasant, and even amicable, as Lord Errol Flynn, had engaged them, in proper conversation, on their agreeing, to go back to their not too far away homes, and have a change in clothing. As he sat there all by himself, on the back lawn to his home and house, he could not but help, think, with some excitement, that he had finally, figured out himself, and his life even, in many ways too really. Lord Errol, had been the most interesting of talkers, when he aptly reminded them, several times, that they were now, Kenians, and not, European really any more. It had all started, with Pete, or Drucker really, simply asking Lord Errol Flynn, on whom they could be, out there, and in Europe really too, as with his stating directly even "Whom are we out there Lord Flynn?". "Call me Errol, Pete, and I can tell you something, you are neither, out there, or in here even", he saying this, based on, the cocky personality, that Peter Drucker, seemed to have adopted, for the evening in all. Lord Errol Flynn, had pointed in many ways, to what Zuck himself, had been trying, to tell all his friends: they didn't in all, know really, how they generally saw themselves. "You don't whom you are", had said Lord Errol, "you don't seem to see yourselves, as I would, or they would even", pointing somewhat too, towards what, most would believe, was Europe in itself really. They had all been confused, Zuck and Pete especially, perhaps feeling in all, crestfallen, that nothing much probably, would emanate in all, from the evening itself. "You don't understand", had said Lord Errol Flynn, somewhat lowly even, "they don't know, whom you are, but you think they do". "Look at yourself" he had continued on more loudly, "Why do you think, you are so much like them, when in reality, you are actually here", speaking specifically too, of Kenia in itself. In retrospect to all this though, Zuck Eickhart, had taken it all in somewhat, rather well even, knowing that Lord Errol Flynn, was talking really, along the lines, of what he had spent alot even, of his own life think about: whom he really was. "Look, I will tell you something", had said Lord Errol, "you think you are out there" (pointing perceptively towards Europe), "but I can tell you, you are actually, in there" (pointing again now, towards Africa, and realistically too even), "or out there" (now pointing, towards, the Middle East). They had not, fully understood, what Lord Errol Flynn, was getting too (his nuances, in many ways, out of their ranges really perhaps), but Zuck Eickhart, had gotten the gist of it all (when he appeared, to feel, crestfallen, at the sound really, of the truth itself).
How do people, generally know themselves? How do they too really, generally know things, or even really, remember them too? Zuck Eickhart, as with pondering specifically really, what to do with his life again, had remembered succinctly even, what Lord Errol Flynn, had told them; he, Lord Errol, taking out a sheet of paper (which turned out, to be the front page, of a Newspaper), had shown it to them, and asked "Do you know what this is?", to which too, they had all blankly stared really, at a front sheet, to "The Times" (or the London Times even), before he had then aptly said "thats whom we are, out there, and none of you, have known whom you are in here, for the last 200 hundred years Zuck", he had finished off, while pointing at the paper somewhat, anticipating Zuck Eickhart, to put in a query, about his reading perhaps, other, European based Newspapers really. From Zeinhart, Eickhart had figured out succintly even, what Lord Errol Flynn, had truly meant. That for the last 200 years atleast, most in Europe, when considered cultured perhaps, had generally come to know about themselves, and about things in general too, from the London Times (or 'The Times" really, as they called it now). "Whom are you in here?", had asked Lord Errol Flynn, to which the blank stares of those peeking at the front page of the daily, had appeared, brokenhearted even, with Lord Errol Flynn, simply stating "thats whom we are".
Putting down, a book on wildlife in Kenia (and especially one speaking of the Owl), Zuck Eickhart had heard his wife Elena, call him into the house, for dinner, to which he had replied back, that he would be in, sooner than later really. Europeans, still used Sources, respectable now, to know whom they were in general, or even, to simply know about things too really, and in general also. Lord Errol Flynn on the otherhand, had stated to Zuck Eickhart (and the most eager in the group, to go out there into Europe, for some life reason in all really), "you don't get it, you are actually now, more in there" (pointing towards Africa now), "than out there even" (now pointing again, towards, the Middle East). It had been obvious, as even with Zuck Eickhart, understanding Zeinhart more, that Africans, knew about themselves in general, and about things too in general really, from Elitist Society, which not only included, Elitist/Celebrity figures, but also, Elitist Universities in general too. "Thats whom you are", had said Lord Errol, "you think like the people, in there" (pointing again towards Africa now), "than the Middle East, as you once did really". How do people, in the Middle East, generally know things? had asked Zuck Eickhart, more in thought, than in retrospect too. Lord Errol, had not made the answer clear to him (or them too really), but Zuck Eickhart, had realized, that those in the Middle East, generally knew things, from the perspective, of Materiality (interestingly enough). They would see perhaps, a piece of Materiality, and wonder really, about it in all. Who made it? Where did it come from? Who uses it? And why in all, that particular design? or even much deeper really, What did such materiality, imply, for a Society in whole? The Mohammedans atleast, had mastered, this to a perfection even, as with they even, able, to decipher in all, what kind of problems, a Society faced, based on the materiality (including human genes/matter), it acquainted itself with. Zuck Eickhart, had remembered, when they were once like this, or what, some would call being "Mjanja", as the Swahili peoples of Kenia, might have said too really. "You now get it Zuck, you are actually in here, than out there too" had said Lord Errol Flynn, to Zuck Eickhart, when he had realized, that he, was not truly European really, as he imagined himself, and that truly, there was something, one could call, a Kenian Identity, based on how even, one did in general, know things too really. Zuck Eickhart, as with his telling Peter Drucker even, had realized it about the same time even, Lord Errol Flynn, had pointed it out to them, while holding disturbingly, a GQ Magazine cover, with Sean "Puffy' Combs in it, and somewhat stated, "thats whom you are". "Lord Errol, you think we are like, or can be even, like Sean 'Puffy' Combs?", had asked one amongst the group, in a jokingly and musingly manner even, to which, Lord Errol, turning his face, and eyes even, towards the voice, had said "you now get it, slow mo", and in a mocking voice too, as they then had in all, looked at the cover again, and wondered truly, whom, they really were (as with attempting even really, to remember themselves actually).
As Zuck Eickhart had made his way, back, into his home/house, he had remembered Lord Errol Flynn, saying to them, that they in all truly, generally knew themselves, based on reading, accounts of all kinds, of peoples, who had in all, had, a certain experience, so to speak. Whether it was a European Explorer into Africa really, an Italian Navigator into the Seas, or even, a success story (account even), of a prominent Businessman, or finally true even, Sean "Puffy" Combs, getting sued, for an impropriety of a kind, was in many ways, how, many in Kenia, did come to generally know about themselves, and things too in general (and all this, simply too, by realizing something, based on reading, the account). "You guys invented, the History Buff", had said Lord Errol, speaking particularly, of the ability of many in Kenia, to read of a simple incident in China for instance, and somewhat then, be able to make out Chinese Society, based on such a, historical fact. It was simply that easy, had stated Lord Errol Flynn in many ways, as with Zuck Eickhart, somewhat seeing, the Owl in himself, as with his matching even, his mundane experiences (or existences even too), with those, of an Owl really.
The End
