This is Maundy Thursday and we all know what that day led up to long ago. Here where I live we have reminders of Golgatha of everyday-lives in heaps. I'm surprised to see loads of furniture, private papers, clothes, etc., etc. lined up by the garbage cans in our courtyard. I know what it means as I've seen it before, but not this often: Someone in the house died and his or her belongings go from valid and cherished, private assets to garbage. When that happens I'm bound to meet my good friend Christian digging into the heaps as he is hunting for items for his flea market. He is young, only 28-30, and he is very dedicated to his finds. For instance, he reads private letters - oh sorry, now garbage in the shape of letters -for me and we discuss his finds.
At this stage I feel sentimental or even sad because this is the end of a life and I see all this garbage as a verdict: Look where your cherished belongings ended and see yourself mirrored in these heaps. This is what you're worth - garbage - because you didn't succeed in building a network of friends and family members.
Today Christian was very busy as two old people had died, a man and a woman whom I know as "Anna P". Both of them were in their early eighties.
I may have seen how the man was taken away from his flat as there was a car from "Med-ico-legal-Institute". Also there was a large "parcel" being put into that car after grave struggles with the elevator to get it out. Yeah, the humilities of the dead are limitless, but I suppose one must simply be grateful that they don't feel a thing.
When I see several large heaps of "garbage" - in this case some nice, old furniture as well as very usable clothes, etc. - I start thinking about name and identity of the dead. Do I know him or her? What killed them, where they ill? Well, they didn't die on a cross, but somehow it feels like they ended up on one anyway because of this public exhibition of their private life. For instance, I and Christian once found a lot of private letters from a young girl who had lead a rough life. We browsed some of them, but it was so very private that we felt very embarrassed at doing it (just as we ought to) and the same feeling returned this morning: Golgatha is not only THE Golgatha ....
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