The world we live in…

Not always and not for everyone, the world we live in is a beautiful place to be. There have been a series of suicides of teenagers in America a few months ago. According to what there was to read in the news, they were bullied heavily in school for the fact that they were gay. We tend to not see these kind of things, as we all live in such a peaceful world. And yes, compared to other countries, we do have rights (especially the one to live) and don’t have to fear suppression by the authorities. On the other hand, I am not entirely sure if the next generation of kids does grow up with the same peaceful mind that the current generations have. When you look around, you can see that the world is changing for a more radical and less open minded view. Foreigners are more and more looked at with suspicion, the right wing parties are growing and becoming more votes at elections. Whole countries saw a drastic swing to the political right at last elections.
With all this in mind, I am not entirely sure if we are living in such a wonderful world as we tend to think. So where are we going with this?
There is a project that I have been following over the past months since I learnt about these suicides in the US. It is called the “It get’s better project”. It all started as a small video campaign for tolerance and freedom for everyone and as a direct reaction on the suicides. Some really well known faces joined the campaign and recently Google also had it’s part in it. I usually would not advertise for their Chrome browser, but the video is worth showing. So here it is:

And by the way, here is a collection of countries that do have a law against homosexuality. The punishment reaches from minor fines, to several years or a lifetime in prison as well as the death penalty:
Algeria, Angola, Ethiopia, Benin, Botswana, Burundi, Djibouti, Eritrea, Gambia, Ghana, Cameroon, Guinea, Kenya, Liberia, Libya, Malawi, Mali, Marocco, Mauritania, Mauritius, Mozambique, Namibia, Nigeria, Niger, Sambia, Senegal, Seychelles, Simbabwe, Somalia, Sudan, Swaziland, Tanzania, Togo, Tunisia, Uganda, Central African Republic, Afghanistan, Armenia, Bahrain, Bangladesh, Bhutan, Birma, Brunei, Georgia (the law is no longer executed but exists), Irak, Iran, Yemen, Katar, Kuwait, Laos, Libanon, Malaysia, Mongolia, Nepal, Oman, Pakistan, Papua New Guinea, Saudi Arabia, Singapore, Sri Lanka, Syria, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, United Arab Emirates, Cook Islands, Fiji Islands, West Samoa, Bahamas, Barbados, Grenada, Jamaica, Nicaragua, Saint Kitts and Nevis, Saint Vincent and Grenadines, Trinidad and Tobago, Chile, Guyana.

There are some countries that don’t officially have a law against homosexuality any more, but they use given law that they bend in order to still punish homosexuals (e.g. Turkey). I think we are quite privileged that we as a society have come so far. I fear that in some regions where religion has a very strong position against homosexuality, it might never be possible for the people to be really free. Let’s just see that we don’t go backwards but forward, so it get’s better.

Dancing in the light

There’s this guy I know. Bearded, good tempered fella’ with a hunch for how people are really doing and a great sense of humour. He sings songs when he thinks that no one listens and likes really big chunks of cheese on his crackers. He goes all over the world, making friends and comming up with new ideas and plans as he moves along. He makes ridiculously complicated romantic schemes to woe his girlfriend and he always manage to pull them off. Well, mostly. On the stage, he stays off it, in the back, on the top or in the audience. He merely guides and tempts, he never tells. In and out of the light he dances, my director.

There’s this girl I know. Drinking, singing, swinging and hanging in there ’til the end. She loves pirates but not the sea. Her love for chocolate and things sweet is only matched by her compassion for her friends. She’s been almost around the world, dancing now. She’s the craziest person I know, she’s the honest and truest I know too. She’s good fun and a great laugh. She teases me as I tease her, she patronizes me as I patronize her. And my respect for her is as her respect for me. I know. In and out of the light she dances, not mine, but still, my dancer.

There’s this guy I know. Ze German. Old dude with this perfect nonchalant attitude towards his personal style and outfit. Just perfect. Takes his time with everything, but again, manages just perfect every time. Likes his rum 7 years old to the bottle, and is the most spontaneus person I know, although, I’m not sure he knows that. He too, likes the smell and taste, the touch and feel of the world. He cares for the little things, the once that really matters. Keeps a mug of really strange looking utensils on his desk, and some more in his drawer too. Like me, he is of the light, in and out of the light he dances, my designer.

There’s this guy I know, another German actually, if you recognise Bayern as such. Best man I ever met, honest, true and completely straight up – he doesn’t bullshit and doesn’t want anyone else to do either. His panache for mischief is incredible, and I’m sure if it wasn’t for consequences he’d have a lot more fun making fools out of other people – in the completely right way though. His cooking skills is as good as they come, and for his skills with his medium of choice, light, out of this world. If he quits then I see no reason why the rest of us should keep doing it. Truly, in and out of the light he dances, again, my designer.

There’s this girl I know. Mostly she’s smiling, laughing and playing around. She walks in the grass bare footed, she sings songs to the sky and eats strawberries from the field. She holds my hand and comes with me to the strangest of places, my camera likes her hair and I too, like her eyes. She listens to music with all of her body and moves to the slightes sound, in and out of the light she dances, my dancer. Her body moves with such grace and skill between legs and ramps, her eyes follow her movement as it was her hair, and her mind flows out to those who care enough to look for it. In and out of the light she dances, my dancer.

There’s these people I know. In and out of the light they dance, my friends.

There’s this guy I know, Hans they call him. Not sure what he’s up to or where he’s going, but he’s dancing along the way. In and out of the light.

for yesterday and all tomorrows, we dance the best we know

in and out of the ligHt People, in and out of the light…