Usually, when I visit the cemetery of my ancestors in Triebswetter - to me a peaceful, enchanted place - my mood consists of an exquisite mixture of joy and meditation. In previous years, I used to take a picture here and there, of things which I liked or which brought up a memory... This time, my visits on two summer days in 2007 were different: they were mostly pain and ordeal, partly because of the extreme heath but also because this time I was not after beauty - I had to find out what was going on. Therefore, I've decided to roam this time through the S-W area of this cemetery, which I haven't visited in previous years. What I've seen there (and elsewhere on my road) is illustrated below - in different categories:
		- where they've erased the names and carved in their own names insteadd
		- where they didn't touch the old stone yet, placing beside it their tin crosses
		- where they've discarded whatever was originally standing on the grave site
		- where they took hold of a part of the grave site, placing their own stone on it
		- varia
		It would take much more time to make a complete inventory of things that have happened there; I couldn't afford it this time to stay longer but I consider that what I've seen during those few hours is enough to pull the alarm. As a matter of fact, it is by far too much...

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