I saw an image in front of me, like a dream in the middle of the day. A little hut, thatched with straw, at the edge of a village, far away in the savannah of Africa. In front of the hut children were playing, and in the house a mother was occupied with cleaning and tidying up some things of daily life. I saw this picture, and I knew for sure: This is the family of my neighbour from Kenya. And suddenly I understood: \u201cThey\u2019re fine\u201d. A strange daydream \u2013 should I tell my neighbour about it? I forgot the inner image and turned towards my everyday work. Three days later I thought of this scene again, and of the sentence: \u201cThey\u2019re fine.\u201d Could this have any meaning? I went to my neighbour. \u201cI must tell you something. I had a strange dream. I don\u2019t know what you think about it\u2026\u201d So I told him. The man from Africa looked at me with solemn but happy eyes. Then it burst out of him: \u201cI thank you from the bottom of my heart! My family has been writing a letter to me every day so far. But now I haven\u2019t heard anything from them for a whole week. I have been so anxious! What you have told me is of great importance to me! Thank you\u2026\u201d It is as easy as this to become a postman.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I saw an image in front of me, like a dream in the middle of the day. A little hut, thatched with straw, at the edge of a village, far away in the savannah of Africa. In front of the … Continue reading