Sometimes it’s nice to be out of the country. Election day for example. I normally always put my democratic right to vote to use, but my state Carinthia sometimes feels like a hopeless case. Evene when our far-right governor Mr. Haider decided to pay his maker a visit after an alcohol-injected joyride that found its end at the curb of a local road people did neither understand nor wanted to see what he and his peers had done to this state, this beautiful place over the past years. On the other hands there’s a saying that goes along to the lines of people getting the government they deserve. Anyway, candles were lit and Mr. Haiders party was not only shocked but visibly shaken by losing their political and ideological mastermind, not to say that people that would come even close to his intellectual capacity were scarce around the BZÖ (his party), some would even like to say there were, well, none. Which brings me back to the joyful events of the past nights, when suddenly, months after his death, in a more than “spontanous outbreak” (yes, please do note the irony..) suddenly candles are lit again in front of his office building. Sheer coincidence has it, that tomorrow voters will elect our new state parliament. In his lifetime Mr. Haider didn’t exactly made a reputation for his soft-handed approach on thins, but somehow I believe this would even make him literally turn in his grave. (Picture by Georg Holzer)
Update: Word has it, that the “ocean of emotional light” only lasted for a couple of hours as somebody seems to have given order to clean things up. Oh the joy of the internet.
I believe.