Dreams don’t enter your mind of their own accord
Every dream has a story
The dream arises out of this story
Dreams don’t simply disappear
And if they do disappear,
Then they were only small wishes
It took my father seven years
To build his house
That was in 2009
After eight years he had to leave the house again
Against his will
Because of the war
He possessed nothing
Apart from his house
He never said
I miss my house
My trees, my flowers, my old life
But I knew that he misses it all
He always says
I am happy when you are happy, dear children
And gives us everything that we need
My dream arose from this story
To build my own house
Here in Germany
Like my father in Syria
And that we will all spend our lives together
In this house
