Roundabout 1700 years ago Saint
Lorenzo was martyred to death by the reigning roman emperor and till today the
tears he cried to save the poor are seen as fiery shooting stars on the sky in
the middle of august, so the Italian fairytale. Nevertheless people around the
world and especially in Italy still see these special nights round the 10th
of august as great opportunity to make a wish with every single shooting star
they luckily catch the sight of. My mum taught me this very special tradition
and until today, it doesn’t matter where I am located I take the time and wait
for the star rain. I never got the particularity of this night, as some might
see it as every other one, but although it fills myself with a feeling of sentimentality.
You may ask how can we even demand for a wish in a world we might own
everything we could imagine, but in this special case it isn’t about
materiality. It is about the emotion we get by confronting ourselves with the
question of what we really want and maybe need. A certain kind of keeping
things elementary.
The most special attribute of this
night are the reactions of my friends I get back by remembering them to watch
the sky. It is exactly therefore we make those wishes – to get some kind words
and thoughts back to oneself, like the flying stars finding their route back
home. We might say we have everything we desire, but I don’t like restricting
the thought of a unique night to the basic needs. Sometimes I get the
impression that we forget among all our sorrows on highest level, what it means
to appreciate and be appreciated – I don’t see the necessity of suffering,
because there isn’t any.
Tonight I would like to thank all
those inspiring girls and boys around me, who maybe never get to know that they
are and will be my very personal muses making every single of my nights to a
memorable one. All those wishes flying down to earth tonight are yours – just
catch them and maybe make a wish for me as well.
Thank You
Lorax
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