verligen-Szene Êrec was biderbe unde guot, ritterlîche stuont sîn muot ê er wîp genaeme und hin heim kaeme: nû sô er heim komen ist, dô kêrte er allen sînen list an vrouwen Ênîten minne. sich vlizzen sîne sinne wie er alle sîne sache wante zuo gemache. sîn site er wandeln began. als er nie würde der man, alsô vertreip er den tac. des morgens er nider lac, daz er sîn wîp trûte unz daz man messe lûte. sô stuonden si ûf gelîche vil unmüezeclîche. ze handen si sich viengen, zer kappeln si giengen:dâ was ir tweln alsô lanc unz daz man messe gesanc. diz was sîn meistiu arbeit: sô was der imbîz bereit. swie schiere man die tische ûf zôch, mit sînem wîbe er dô vlôch ze bette von den liuten. dâ huop sich aber triuten. von danne enkam er aber nie unz er ze naht ze tische gie.(Erec war rechtschaffen und gut, sein Geist war ritterlich gewesen, bevor er eine Frau genommen hatte und nach Hause zurückgekehrt war. Nachdem er jetzt zu Hause ist, wendete er alle seine Gedanken an die Liebe Enites. Sein Verstand richtete sich nur darauf, wie er alles zu seiner Bequemlichkeit einrichten könne. Er änderte seine Gewohnheiten. Als sei er nie ein Mann geworden, so vertrieb er den Tag. Morgens legte er sich nieder, um seine Frau zu lieben, bis man zur Messe läutete. Dann standen sie beide eilig auf. Sie nahmen sich bei der Hand und gingen zur Kapelle; dort blieben sie gerade so lange wie man die Messe sang. Das war seine größte Mühe; dann war schon das Essen fertig. Sobald man die Tische hochgezogen hatte, eilte er mit seiner Frau von den Leuten weg ins Bett. Da ging die Liebe von neuem an. Von dort kam er nicht mehr weg, bis er zum Abendessen ging.)
Hartmann von Aue
On a number of occasions, Tamara joined Che on his sorties into the Bolivian highlands, without incident. However, on March 24, 1967, a guerrilla fighter who had been captured by the Bolivian army betrayed her by giving away Tamara’s location. Although she escaped, the Bolivian soldiers found an address book in her Jeep and came after her in hot pursuit. With no other place to hide, she made her way back to Che Guevara’s forces. It was considered an open secret that Tamara had been intimate with Che but now the troops could not help but notice what was going on. The way they looked into each other’s eyes and whispered sweet nothings, left no doubt in anyone’s mind, but that she was his lover….The Bolivian highlands are notorious for the infestation of the Chigoe flea parasite, which infected Tamara. Having a leg injury and running a high fever, she and 16 other ailing fighters were ordered out of the region by Guevara. On August 31, 1967, up to her waist in the Rio Grande of Bolivia and holding her M 1 rifle above her head, she and eight men were shot and killed in a hail of gunfire by Bolivian soldiers. Leaving their bodies in the water, it was several days before they were recovered downstream. Piranhas had attacked the bodies and their decomposing carcasses were polluting the water. Since the water was being used for drinking purposes by the people in a nearby village, the soldiers were ordered to clear the bodies out of the river. As they were preparing to bury Tamara’s remains in an unmarked grave, a local woman protested what was happening and demanded that a woman should receive a Christian burial.When he received the news of what had happened, Guevara was stunned and refused to accept it, thinking it was just a propaganda stunt to demoralize him. In Havana Fidel Castro declared her a Heroine of the Revolution.There is always the possibility that Tamara was a double agent, whose mission it was to play up to Che when they met in Leipzig and then report back to the DDR (Democratic German Republic), who would in turn inform the USSR of Che’s activities. The spy game is a little like peeling an onion. Peel off one layer and what you find is yet another layer.
Captain Hank Bracker
Michael grew silent, his gaze softening as he looked from me to Will and a dim light of hope flickered in my heart. You would mourn for him.Yes, I said. I would mourn him forever with a broken heart. This human soul has given me so many blessings and curses. I’m the only one of our kind who has ever felt the most perfect happiness and the truest sorrow - because of this soul. My love for my Guardian is one of those blessings. It’s not a curse.You can, I promised. Please trust me. I need all the help I can get and that includes yours. If you kill my Guardian, then I will never forgive you. I can’t be at war with you too. Please, please, Michael, my brother. Don’t kill him.…A tear caught on the edge of my lips. Do you love me as your sister?His mouth opened to reply, but nothing came out.It’s okay, I whispered. You’re worried about me, because you love me. Don’t be afraid of feeling anything. our Father made us this way. He wouldn’t make a mistake.I…, Michael said and emotion spilled over his face. His brow furrowed with exhaustion and he seemed overwhelmed by what he felt. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again. You are my sister, Gabriel.Then don’t do this. I begged him.He was quiet again for several agonising moments, returning to his emotionless state. Keep him. I have faith in you, Sister.Will and I breathed sighs of relief, but it was a few seconds before Michael withdrew his sword. His expression remained unchanging as he lifted Will’s death warrant.
Courtney Allison Moulton