Maerz ist endlich vorbei. Knut bleibt bei uns ewig in Erinnerung. Ich freue mich schon auf Bilder von Knut und Giovanna. Giovanna hat sehr viel von Knut gelernt. knugs ralph
Liebe Monika Deine Bilder zeigen wie wichtig Knut war fuer Giovannas Erwachsen. Heute hat man endlich Spielsachen bei den Eisbaerinnen. Freuhling kommt an. Knugs aus England. Ralph
Die Bilder von Nela und Nobby in Muenchen sind wunderschoen. Sie haben Knutis Farben verrsucht, aber noch nicht erreicht. Kann Jemand einige Bilder von Knuti in schwarz weiss oder Capuccino posten?
Knut zeigt deutlich in diesen Bildern warum er ein Superstar war! Vielen vielen Dank. Nobby und Nela haben noch viel zu lernen, aber Mama Giovanna muss stolz sein. Vielen vielen Dank und Knugs aus England Ralph
so wie viele Wege nach Rom führen, so führen auch viele Wege nach Bärlin und alle sind wunderschön und emotional mit einem Ziel - KNUT, der es geschafft hat das aus fremden Menschen Freunde wurden. Ein Vermächtnis welches wir bewahren sollten in Erinnerung an den Weg welchen jeder von uns zu Knut eingeschlagen hat. Ich habe mich über Deine Wegbeschreibung sehr gefreut und wie immer war ich zu Tränen gerührt.
The 19th of any month reminds me of the day you crossed RAINBOW Bridge … Miss U Little Bear
And here’s KNUT, telling the story of his bittersweet life
to all English speaking Knutians and to anyone who may have forgotten how it all began
Sentimental Journey
( by Knut)
I was a Nanook (Polar Bear), The star of Berlin Zoo. Tosca and Lars created me And my wee brother, too. Mom was a former circus bear, Performing freaky tricks, So how on earth was she to know How a proper mother ticks? No way sweet Tosca could’ve coped … And that’s the reason why She simply dropped us on the ground And left us there to die. Then Thomas came. He’d fetched a pole And pulled us through the bars. He saved us both … But within days My brother died, alas. A parrot brooder was my den, Warming me to my bones, ‘cause as a cub I was born bald, Fur not yet having grown. Blind as a bat I was at first, My eyes were tightly closed. It took me two, three weeks at least To open one, then both. Nothing but tenderness I saw, When Papi’s face lit up, Knowing that henceforth I would live, That he had saved the cub.
And I grew stronger, wrapped in love That held me day and night. My dad was there, looked after me And was my gentle guide. He never left, my Daddy Bear, But sacrificed his life So supervise my progress and To see me live and thrive. He watched my first tentative steps - Boy, was he proud of me! He gave me lots of cuddly toys I could chew at with glee. My uncle Ronny, bless his soul, (You know, the kindly one), Tried hard to hide his buns from me – But guess who always won! I would have liked a sibling but The one I’d had was dead. So uncle Marc took over and We romped around like mad. Often I nipped him rather hard, His arms were black and blue, When he had left, and Papi came … Oh well, I nipped him too!
When I grew up, I had my own Enclosure to explore, With plants and trees to rub against, A moat, and much much more. I had my balls, my board and stuff, I had jutebags galore, I had my uncles and my Dad – What else could you ask for? Giovanna came and taught me how To be a polar bear. But one day when I looked around She simply wasn’t there.
A few months later I was moved To a diff’rent place somewhere To meet my mother and my aunts - To act like any bear. Mummy was nice, we played sometimes, I ne’er let on to her That here I was, the son she’d born, In person, “in the fur”. Later I was to meet “les femmes”, My mother’s dearest friends, They scared me, child that I still was, Kati and Auntie Nance … The place was barren, made of rocks, No green green grass of home, No plants to dig up, neither trees Nor toys I used to own.
Despair shrouded my heart, as I Crouched on my corner stone And hoped my Papi would come by And gently take me home. Sometimes I thought I would adjust, The love that I had known, would carry me through highs and lows, would never let me down. In vain I hoped – he never came, Papi had disappeared Into a world far better than The one he’d known for years. One day I saw him wave at me: „Komm, feine Maus, and rise! Been waiting all this time for you To share my paradise.”
And now I’m sitting next to Dad Right on my cosy cloud, Will you remember me until The sands of life run out …?
THE END
All Native Speakers (Ralph in particular):
A polar bear not quite grown up, Knut apologises for his less than perfect English. He did his best though …
Und ein großes Dankeschön an alle, die hier Fotos und Beiträge posten
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