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Evolution?

Evolution is an often used word. Mostly we use it wrong when we want to point out the ability to change. Some people refer to man as the only creature having the endowment to change out of experience with a short period of time. I doubt that!

Many people believe that humankind is able to reconsider after mistakes and has the skill to change the behaviour to the extent that the same mistake would not be repeated. I am of the strong belief that this is wrong for at least 50% of the mankind!

Lüfthildis and Husband; What an Evening.

Mother is THE woman of the house, THE one that knows how to cook she is the most perfect host. When she removed the plates from the table, Lüfthildis asked whether she can help.

Women’s kitchen is a sacred place! Don’t step over your borders unasked! Don’t!!! Like we don’t paint your car pink because we don’t like it to be black or we don’t use your sander to shape our fingernails. Nobody, nobody is allowed to enter a woman’s kitchen, it is her kingdom. It is a fairytale that we like people to help. PEOPLE have no allowance, if there is somebody allowed we are the once to pick them!

Lüfthildis doesn’t know the idiom ‘step-back’, she just doesn’t. There is this something that keeps telling her: “ask again, you didn’t get a yes yet”. We all don’t know what it is but it has to have a loud voice because it tells her the same thing over and over again even if you said ‘no’ ten times. Mother, after the 3^rd time saying: “no thank you I will take care of it” gave in and the little demon inside Lüfthildis stopped talking. She got up like a start-shot fell and off she went to the kitchen.

Lüfthildis and Husband; dinner at 6PM.

Father took Lüfthildis’ hand and led her through the living room, still laughing about her taking his shoes along for a ride through the entrance. They ended up on this beautiful balcony full of flowerpots. All flowers there were in bloom. He showed her one particular flower, it was beautiful. It had these fine and thin pink petals. It was so soft and simple, so not trying to compete with others- it was simply perfect in its existence. Father showed it to Lüfthildis by turning the tiny head towards her and then he gently took her face and smiled at her with this soft and gentle glance in his eyes. Lüfthildis’ heart was standing still for a second, it was melting, it felt so home. This moment was one of those that you never forget one that stays in your heart, soul and on your mind for the rest of your life. Then father explained Lüfthildis that the balcony was just closed because it was really cold and now they can sit there even in winter. She stood there listening and SHE UNDERSTOOD, but as they do not speak the same language, she didn’t find a way to express that husband told her and she thinks it is beautiful. Oh yesss there her heart started beating like crazy again. Blood was whooshing trough her ears again, she decided a slightly unintelligent smile on her face would ease the situation,

Lüfthildis and Husband; walking up to the flat can be some kind of an issue.

A staircase?! Lüfthildis’ face changed colour within seconds. Slowly approaching the stairs, she continuously repeated: “Love is there an elevator?” Husband did not really understand why she was asking, as they usually live on the third floor without an elevator. He repetitively tried to find out what was going on but Lüfthildis stuttered and there was no reasonable sentence coming out of her mouth. Lüfthildis started plucking parts of her cloth up and others down. Her knees were shaking like an oxtail. She was whispering to husband: “My over-knees are gliding down” her voice was chocked and her face was pulsing and her ears, which are sticking out always must have been blinking red.