“I hardly have any contact with him”

The statue of the st. St. John of nepomuk once kept watch as a patron saint in zeil an der altach, until it was relocated to the district office in habfurt 30 years ago due to an accident and on the advice of the then mayor erich gebner. That was a commotion at the time: st. Nepomuk from zeil is to become a hassfurt resident? Never, demanded some of the participants, who even distributed stickers with the inscription "freedom for nepomuk". At least: a copy of the original nepomuk still stands in zeil, it is st. John of nepomuk the younger. He answered a few questions about his father and his latest coup for the "frankischer tag". Frankischer tag: mr. Nepomuk the younger, do you welcome the fact that your father is now an official citizen of the city of habfurt?? Nepomuk: no, not really. I feel that i am a tiler and that is why i cannot understand such a thing. However he went at the time on advice of his physicians to hate ford, the zeiler fresh air was probably nevertheless somewhat too freshly at the end for him. Anyway, i know that he is doing quite well there, we have exchanged a few letters in the past years. Apart from that, i hardly have any contact with him. He never comes to see me and i never come to see him, what do i want in hassfurt?… We recently had the impression that the relationship between habfurt and zeil is absolutely intact, so the naturalization should be a unifying rather than a divisive element… Oh go, you from the press always with your peace-joy-egg-cake-schmarrn, you always want that all are nice to each other and get along. But the world is really quite different. No one can ask me to like hassfurt. But i'll tell you something: the people of habfurt are of course also free to dislike us. Which is much more difficult than the other way round, as you can imagine. If you want to get in touch with your father, how do you do it?? You are mounted on a pedestal…

I am regularly in contact with old mayor erich gebner, he often walks home from goller, he strolls by here from time to time and passes on my father's greetings or organizes an exchange of letters between us. Practical: i always tell gebners erich that i can't write because i'm made of stone and therefore clumsy. He then agrees to write down the letters for me, i just have to dictate to him. In reality i can write myself, i hope he does not read this. And at the end, when enough is said about hassfurt and its uncultured people, i always close in spirit with the words: "what the heck, let's get along again"!"