One of the things I miss at the moment is not having among my current face friends someone who is head over heels for Brecht. You have to be seriously messed up in a deep and ultimately positive way to appreciate Brecht. I cannot remember a time in which trust in government has been so low. Brecht’s famous poem, the allusions of which are obscure and somehow palpable at the same time 60 years later, is worth quoting and re-translating in our context. Suffice it to say that Brecht alludes to the Uprising of_1953_in_East_Germany.