A memory from Fechenheim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I remember a horse. A white, quiet creature with the gait of an old soul, walking through the streets of Frankfurt-Fechenheim day after day - not led, not driven, not supervised. Just there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jenny.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
An Arabian horse, at some point someone hung a sign around her neck:
\u201cMy name is Jenny, I\u2019m not running away, just going for a walk. Thank you.\u201d
As if that were the whole truth. But perhaps it was.
Because Jenny truly did not run away. Neither from herself nor from the world. She walked - with a calm gaze, with a quiet step, through the same city where people dodge each other, rush, flee. But Jenny had arrived. Always had.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her owner, Werner Weischedel, could no longer ride, and so Jenny took over the walk. She remembered the way, the way we remember our childhood - familiar street corners, the sound of footsteps on wet asphalt. It wasn\u2019t resistance, it wasn\u2019t protest, it was a ritual.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A silent dance with the day.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The people of Fechenheim greeted her like an old friend.\nChildren held out their hands with carrots in them, some just held their breath. Police officers nodded to her. Trees cast their shadows over her as if on something sacred. It was as if Jenny opened a space where everything felt a little lighter for a moment. She didn\u2019t simply walk through the streets. She passed through a world in which trust was still possible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sometimes I wonder whether she didn\u2019t see more than we do. She, the horse.Without hurry. Without goal. Without fear.
In a world where control is confused with freedom, Jenny refused to be held - and didn\u2019t need to be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In March 2022, she stopped going out. Cancer, they say.
Maybe. I still see her sometimes. Not with my eyes. But with memory, as quiet as her steps. And when I\u2019m in a rush, when I lose myself, I hear her again:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy name is Jenny, I\u2019m not running away, just going for a walk.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe we should all do that again sometime.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rainer<\/p>\n
Eine Erinnerung aus Fechenheim. Ich erinnere mich an ein Pferd. Ein wei\u00dfes, stilles Tier mit dem Gang einer alten Seele, das Tag f\u00fcr Tag durch die Stra\u00dfen von Frankfurt-Fechenheim schritt \u2013 nicht gef\u00fchrt, nicht getrieben, nicht \u00fcberwacht. Einfach da. Jenny. Ein Araberpferd, dem irgendwann jemand ein Schild umh\u00e4ngte:\u201eIch hei\u00dfe Jenny, laufe nicht weg, gehe nur […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2026,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[39],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2025","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-daylight"],"yoast_head":"\n