Once, while wandering the streets of Ontario, I encountered an elderly couple selling fruit. As I drew near, I was struck with wonder: they were conversing in German—but not the modern dialect, rather a linguistic time capsule, echoing the language as it might have been spoken a century and a half ago. Mennonites, I realized. Their conversation was a living artifact, a whisper from another era.
Their serene demeanor and quiet satisfaction left an indelible impression on me.
Bavaria on a Sunday, my thoughts drift back to this remarkable couple, guardians of a linguistic heritage almost lost to time.
This couple, whose family once fled persecution did find protection, peace, and THE RIGHT TO LIVE!
Happy Sunday everybody!
#GazaHasTheRightToLive
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