At the horizon...

Here is a little taste of a new/old story I am working on right now.
Just the beginning:

Once upon a time, not in this time but another time, in the middle of turtle island, where big pine mauntains silently watch over the heart of their wolrd, and the rolling prairie stretches towards the horizon, a hoop around you, where mother earth meets father sky to make love...this circle is honored by the people sitting around the sacred fire, connected with their hearts, alive, couragous, fierceless, golden hearts.
Gold. Gold. GOLD.
"hey brother, dont you hear, there is gold in the Black Hills. Lets go to make a fortune...!"
And so the indian wars came to a climax. The biggest, richest and today empty goldmine of the United States, bigger then the any goldmine found in Alaska, the land of Gold Adventures, attracted 1000ends and thausends of hungry man and woman to break the circle....
So the Lakota, Nakota and Dakota, in our language called the Sioux Nations and many other tribes gathered around their chiefs Sitting Bull, Crazy Horse, Red Cloud ...
And in Summer 1876 meet the strongest cavalry, the 7th cavalry under General Custer at the Little Bighorn.
Hokahey - lets go! iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiihh
Like a thunder they were in between them. Many skalpes to hunt.
It was a good day to die.
And for the first time the american army was defeated by the red nation. The pinnacle of indian power.
4 years later, on a bone chilling morning, a group of 350 Sioux were camping at a river close to the badlands. At the river of Wounded Knee...
...
With a sream she awoke. The butchered woman and children still crystal clear before her eyes. She still could smell the gunpowder in her nose, the dream was so real.
Too real.
.....
A half a year later a girl stands with a card borad sign on a street in Chigaco. She was about to hunt a dream, the dream before her nightmare and to close a circle.
Thanks to many great truckdrivers within 2 days she finnaly came close to Pine Ridge, one of the biggest and poorest Indian Reservations of today.
10 feet away from her she can see the sign, marking the boarder to the land of the Lakota. SheThe sun is setting, the wind blows stronger and stronger, whispering with the voices of the spiritsin the grass. She knows it is important, but she doesnt understand the language. She just knows the wind is calling her.
A car stops. A trailer full of pine trees from the black hills. Two man get out. Dallas Chief Eagle and his son Little Sun. They invite her to stay at their farm. And at the next morning Little Sun takes her to the Site of Wounded Knee.
Its a little Hill with a memorial. A bit kitchy. She sits under a tree and tries to connect to that place and to what had happened, not only in 1890 but also in the 1970ies. the wind is calling.
Little Sun and the girl walk of through the high grass to a small hill next to the memorial hill. Back on back they stand. For what seems a long time. She almoust cannot hold teh weight of Little Sun, the hands grab each other, the feet root to the ground, the wind is swirling through the grass, the whisper of the ancestors, teh spirits.
And all of the sudden the feeling: WE ARE FRIENDS. the certainty and a voice within states very clearly, WHAT EVER HAS HAPPENED IN THE PAST, IT IS OK. WHAT MATTERS IS THE FUTURE AND WHAT WE DO NOW!
A bubbling joy arises in me. Little Sun feels the same. A big smile is reflected in my eyes.
This circle is closed.
It is a good day to die today. lets live!


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