Πριν λίγες μέρες έζησα για άλλη μια φορά το δράμα των επιλογών στη ζωή. Κηδεία. Me and the deceased. Nobody else! The deceased old furrier, who lives ate with a spoon and ultimately lost everything, living on public assistance, systematically avoided contacts with Greeks. In his youth he abandoned wife and children and even if the old age tried to connect again mazitous was impossible. The last "Companion" of not been able to come to the funeral. He was away, was cold, the snow was very ... Before he died pleaded not to burn (probably understood the moods της "συντρόφου" μια και η καύση είναι πιο φθηνή). Τελικά θάφτηκε με έξοδα της κοινωνικής πρόνοιας. Αυτό σήμαινε ότι δε μου δινόταν από τις δημοτικές αρχές καθόλου years in the chapel of the cemetery for the funeral. I remembered again my predecessor, when the first funeral made at the central cemetery δε πρόλαβε καλά καλά να τελειώσει τον "άμωμο" και άνοιξαν οι πόρτες, μπήκαν οι υπάλληλοι του κοιμητηρίου και πήραν το νεκρό. Έκπληκτος διαμαρτυρήθηκε, αλλά πάγωσε the official response: The family paid only for 10 minutes in the chapel! The law is the law in Germany. Now if we do not had been paid a penny! So I took the pile and sang the funeral service at the roadside trying to catch up with frontrunner quickstep gravediggers, the fylada and censer in hand, with temperatures of 20 below zero, and bearing in mind not to stumble anywhere. Fortunately, the distances are great in cemeteries here and I did all the letters. The shock was in the grave. I asked ignorant because there is no standard wooden cross and got a cold shower: The tomb is anonymous, ie open a hole in the green, put in the coffin, cover with soil, cover again with grass and forget μια για πάντα το γεγονός! Ούτε σταυρός, ούτε πέτρα για σημάδι, ούτε όνομα πουθενά. Ανυπαρξία πλήρης! Έψαλα το τελευταίο τρισάγιο επί του τάφου κι έφυγα συγκλονισμένος. At least I can mention in the features.
Today I traveled 80 kilometers away for a funeral. The deceased, a Greek, were married 52 years με Γερμανό. Δυστυχώς άτεκνοι. Ζούσαν πολύ αρμονικά σε ένα μικρό χωριό, που τρόμαξα να το βρώ. Ζήτησε πριν πεθάνει έλληνα παπά στην κηδεία της. Νάμαι λοιπόν, περιτρυγυρισμένος by a number of hoops with very touching dedications and about 60 relatives and friends. Am the only Greek. By desire of the stillborn sing sequence Greek, I say a few words in German and I begin the last kiss Come. But who to approach and embrace a dead! By looking at all if alien. He urged the widower at least embrace the deceased but to no avail. No, I wish this was the answer I got. We arrived at the tomb and noticed we all kept a safe distance from the tomb, the alien priest and death! At the end of some thanked me for the trouble, not shaking hands of course! Παγωμάρα πλήρης!
Αύριο πάλι κηδεία, αλλά στο Ναό μας, παρόλο που είναι γιαπί.Οικογένεια ελληνική. Θα τα ψάλλουμε όλα κανονικά, χωρίς το φόβο του χρόνου, θα keep all our customs, wax and incense, with Koliva and lament. The deceased was well known in the community, with three children and many friends. Before he died he confessed, communion, we did unction. Once died to wash with holy water and wine, anoint with oil and perfume, dress him in blankets and the shroud together with their sons, read psalms, the psalame in moirologisame so that only us ancient Greek tradition knows it. Not a trace of fear, disgust, αλλοτρίωσης. Μια ζεστασιά, μια γλυκύτητα, ένα φώς!
Ο Θεός να τους αναπαύει!
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