bauhauswerk

The Holy Magistrate has decided! We will fund the orphanage with the contribution and effort of the 4 most prominent families, philanthropists of our town.

We will build the monastery with the orphanage with the 4 workhouses for the children so they will be able to try to repay those who feed them with their hard work...

...A year has passed and the walls were built. In the middle a garden was placed. A garden with just one young tree. The fruit tree, young and weak just like the orphans, to remind them of the time passed and to bring them hope of the sweet fruits of their hard labour which will come after years of serving in the workhouses as a “thank you” to those who have built the shelter for their unfortunate destinies.

The tree grew as well as were the children. Many died of hard work and illness but many new were coming. Workhouses were never kept without small hands to do the job.

Years passed and the tree was strong and big, In the sixth spring of the tree, it had finally bloomed. The whole garden was filled with the pleasant smell of its purple-red flowers. The tree was the center of the world of all children from the orphanage.

Not long time passed, the fruit buds started forming and the children were dreaming of the sweet wonder which was sent to them from the good Almighty... bites sweeter than anything they’ve ever tasted in their poor lives.

A night has fallen. Full moon spilled its light over the garden, uncovering the shadow which came from the monastery.

A flash from the shiny metal of the axe, “tap, tap, tap”... and the tree fell on the ground...

...The next morning was the saddest morning in the orphanage in many years. The children were gathering in the eating room in deaf silence. Just the tears rolling down their cheeks and their red tired eyes on pale gray faces were telling that there is still a spark of life in them...

The Holy Mother, leader of the monastery, said the prayer before the modest breakfast. Then she said: “You, children, are the proof that those who are wealthy are good and caring. They care about you and their kindness and charity keeps you fed and alive! NEVER forget that THEY’ve kept you alive! Never forget that everything you have came from their kindness and that there is not and never will be any fruit you will taste which came from the above!

If the Almighty wanted you to know the taste of sweet, he wouldn’t send you here in the first place.

For you, the only taste is bitter!

The tree was here only to give you a hope, but, as a fact, there is no hope for you.

Remember and never forget – you are the lowest of low, till the end!

Sweet is for those who were born to taste sweet, bitter is for you.

The bitterness of bitter from the wealthy who feed you is sweeter than the sweetest sweet you will ever deserve.

Remember, there is NO hope for the poor! – said the Holy Mother while drops of blood from the fresh cut were staining the bandage on her arm.

Thanks for reading,

Srdan