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In a booklet Gaddafi has immortalized the topography of his psyche. Ruthlessly than any tyrant before ihm.Von Urs Gehriger
The eternal question of the tyrant's soul, all the world it is these days again. Every word, every emotion Gaddafi is interpreted. His conquered palaces are scoured for clues, bedrooms, toilets and fallout shelters (Swiss type) searched for evidence that might suggest the inner life of the dictator.
added in a brief, barely noticed work of desert ruler 1993, the topo-graphy of his psyche recorded.
The title alone. . . you just have to melt on the tongue can be: "The village, the village, the earth, the earth and the suicide of the astronauts." Twelve essays on the soulless life in Grossstadtmoloch, the size of the divine creation and the loneliness of the ruler, held alternately in-stomping fervor amusing diatribes and biting sarcasm (In German in Belleville, Munich).
"My people love me," Gaddafi said earlier this week still in the interview with Christiane Amanpour. "It will all die to protect me."
experiences in his book is how he really thinks. "The masses love you, but they do not have pity on you. . . I feel that they have persecuted me, burn. "His revelations are a tran-script of paranoia, a testament to the abysmal contempt of a sovereign for his subjects, that admiring him and demanding screams echo through the ears. "Even if they applaud, I have a feeling that with a hammer to beat," he writes, and sprayed them against his disgust: harassed "Your breath me compels me to solitude, raped my personality, looks with ravenous hunger and savage gluttony me squeeze to lick my sweat and my breath to suck. "
bar any illusion
" flight to hell "is the name of this key piece of the work, nine-page brief, but a monument of lucidity. Other dictators were also not spared from literary ambitions. Saddam Hussein has in "Zabiba and the King" attempts as a novelist and drowning the reader in Sentimental viscous syrup. Gaddafi, however maintains the cold gaze, detached and devoid of illusion in the core. No autocrat since Sumer and Akkad has produced a similar honest text. In
Gaddafi is hell a cool refuge in the Lord finally hunted find rest from the pains of this world. Rest also to reflect on death. The question whether the death was male or female, Gaddafi moves special. He must be female, he concludes, because his own father had surrendered to him, "without a fight." "Wild and bold," he said, "but was also "Cunning and cowardly. The power of death lies "in his diabolical thirst for blood." It is based on "nothing to peaceful coexistence," Gaddafi suspects. "Death is the end of all pleasures."
and to not escape it, especially not the ruler. "The despot is an individual that can eliminate the community," he writes, "may even an insignificant individual him, thus eliminating whatsoever."
Sic semper tyrannis.
Muammar Gaddafi: the village, the village, the earth, the earth and the suicide of the astronauts. Belleville. 168 S., Br 30.50
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