“O insane cavalry… with what aplomb they will kiss the hand of death, as though death were a lady; but first they gather, with sunset behind them – for color and romance are their reserves – and ahead of them the German tanks, stallions from the studs of Krupp von Bohlen und Halbach, no nobler steeds in all the world. But Pan Kichot, the eccentric knight in love with death, lowers his lance with the red-and-white pennant and calls on his men to kiss the lady’s hand. The storks clatter white and red on rooftops, and the sunset spits out pits like cherries, as he cries to his cavalry: “Ye noble Poles on horseback, these are no steel tanks, they are mere windmills or sheep, I summon you to kiss the lady’s hand”
- Günter Grass, Die Blechtrommel (1959)
Knappe 400km entfernt vom Eufor-Logistik-Terminal in Berlin, in Richtung befestigter Ostgrenze:
Krojanty, Polen. Vorweihnachtszeit 2118.
Dieser unscheinbare Ort hatte ihn vor langer Zeit geprägt, hatte ihm auf seiner Liste der…