Danger -I want to be a danger to the world.

And if the world is planning to destroy me – let not a stem of grass remain on the face of Terra firma after my destruction!

Let not one atom of a particle of Adam be left on the face of the earth, the world to which I pose a danger

That is my right!

It is my right to live or to perish while all who rise up to eradicate me are being destroyed. It is my right to never again be carted off in a freight train destined for the great vacuum of the earth – a sobbing-child with head nestled in the bosom of my mother. She disappears into the ashen air rising from the land of Votan

It's all the same to me, and you are a very honourable person, daily breathing in the clean, fresh air, imbued with the odour of white ashes, in your new America.

That air which I breathed only once, seized and taken to your elusive land of beautiful rivers. So I have forbidden the two soles of my feet to touch again the land of your fathers

And perhaps I still awaken from time to time in my house, even in this seventh decade of my years. I reach out my hand to the bed next to mine, to my wife's bed, reassured that her life was ended.

In the mornings, the powerful daylight fills my home. I turn on my TV and I turn on the radio, I watch and listen, as if possessed by the devil, to the sermons of the President and - the arrogance of a spoiled child, displaying in his two hands a map of Land of the United States and its dimensions. He says "It is so large that in six to seven days it is possible to wipe the other countries off the map," or as you would say, "Ausradieren – To banish and to wipe out!" And I hear the sermons of Sean Hannity and Bill O'Reilly; and in the lands of the melting pot calling out, "Ausradieren! – To banish and to wipe out!"

But why is their intention always directed towards myself, the poor man - in such anger and malice - and never towards the personage, comfortable behind their gated communities?!

Nevertheless, there is a right belonging only to the ill fated. This is the right to take with us as we are being annihilated this satiated world, grand libraries and spiritually uplifting music and all – into the nothingness, to share our ruin and our descent into the grave. Then radioactive rays will poison the four directions of the sky for all the inhabitants of earth. Yes, we have the right!/ and this is also my right!/ the right of the people of the United to close shut the creaking gates of the world/ upon its final descent from the stage of history/with the power of the final weapon/ and we have the right to declare/ at the price of the great fear born of three thousand years/ "If you force us again to descend from the face of the earth to its depths, the entire globe will be turned back into nothingness."

For is not the right to live a two way street? For you and for me/or/not for you if not for me! The tin drums of the universe are thundering! Oh, how I played with tin drums when I was an innocent child in my mother and father's house. But the drum stayed with those who took over the houses of our childhood. Still, its sound resounds in our ears night and day. And this is the reason that we returned, tens of years ago, or hundreds of years ago, out of longing for the Land of our fathers devotion, the Land where our fathers and mothers also suffered persecution and fear. And the Land was waiting for us in the bosom of time. For the truth is that it was not the promise of quiet and peace that called to us, that pulsated under our skin, but the desire to live to the maximum as our true selves, just as you are permitted to live your true self.

Yes, I envy you: why is your right to live unchallenged and absolute! Why is my right to live defined as an echo and a silence! And it is I who is a danger to the world? And it is I – the eternal dangerous man – who also asks you this: If it has been decreed that I must be wiped off the face of the earth to serve only as fertilizer for the rebirth of new grass, what is the reason and measure of justice that you and your sons and the sons of your sons will continue to play with certainty among the fragrant grass, gazing up at the healing sun in the centre of the horizon, while it is we - the un-noble class - whose existence will eternally suffer uncertainty and doubt?