Nuremberg

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From the wrong side of Culebra on San Antonio’s westside to inside Nuremberg walls.

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 liitle eateries on the inside of the great wall. Before that I had wandered the streets of Nuremburg, looking at the buildings that showed the obvious patches on the buildings with damage that the Allies had visited on the city and its people.

There in the square in front of the church was a group of small brown men.  There in some colorful feathered headdress the Mexican men stamped their feet and played on a flute tunes that belonged to the past or at least another mystical part of the ancient Mexico. Evoking some deep dark jungle and yet there amidst the old dark centuries old bricks that kept the German people inside from the outside, people were held captive by the spectacle, the noveltyof some short brown men from Vera Cruz reenacting an Aztec dance and ritual.

There in  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 spectacle of this short brown man explaining eloquently in their language why he and his fellow performers had every right to be there. They had applauded his speech. That was the  part they were most enthusiastic about.  After that I approached them to find out where they were from and of course they were equally shocked at me being there as a spectator.

I will never forget it…