The Story of Freedom

So we drove one day towards Aurich, a small town in East Friesland. An inconspicuous parking lot in a wooded area seemed to be our goal. We got out of the car and took a quick look around. Only a street sign with the inscription "Frisian Freedom" seemed to be the indication that we were very close to the burial mound.

A long avenue awaited us. A path led right through it, so we could only go one way. It also seemed endless, just as a view of the open sea. Then we walked along the mighty trees that lined its edge.

In between we stopped. The commemorative plaques invited us to deepen our knowledge of the history of my homeland. Excerpts from a bygone era were immortalized here. A journey through the history of our "Eyla frya Fresena".

Then the outline of a stone monument appeared in the distance. We walked on and were now standing right in front of him. I was amazed by the size and charisma of this monument.

But maybe it was the simplicity of this landmark that made me a little awestruck. Then, in the silence that surrounded us, our hands touched the gray stone.

Wieder hat sich für mich ein Mosaiksteinchen an das andere gefügt. Ich trage diese Erinnerung nun in mir. Das "Eala frya fresena" hängt heute bei  mir im Hausflur.
In Freiheit leben zu dürfen, ist immer noch eines unserer höchsten Güter und dieses beziehe ich nicht nur auf das friesische Volk.