Cow-Gong

Hello

Preamble.

Dahoam (At home)

Declaration of love

Beloved Cows

Cojones

Cloister

Farsightedness

Tractor

Schui (School)

Patience

Tidy

Midsummer celebrations

The lives of others

The cart

Speak less – listen more

Traction

Never Enough

Reverse

Craft

Role play

Testosteron

Surface tension

Beauty care

In the beginning lies the end

Perspicuity

History

Cow wisdom

The fence

The End

Hello

My name is Kay Uwe Rott.

I look forward to accompanying you on your journey through my 26 short and slightly longer gazing lights. Lightning flashes that shot through my brain during my wanderings in the cow kingdom

Preamble.

After long considerations I decided to publish my first little booklet in English on Amazon.

But I have to explain something.

I didn´t translate this book. Two internet translation programs did it for me. I took the German text, copied it and adopted it 1:1.

Why did I do it?

On the one hand I want to show the state of artificial intelligence and on the other hand the texts should show how difficult communication is sometimes. Often we understand and interpret words and statements in a wrong context. It becomes particularly difficult when different cultures with different languages try to find a way of communication by using a common foreign language.

If you read the following stories it would be great if you always keep this aspect in mind.

So ... this is my attempt to point out communication difficulties. In many places the online programs have succeeded in translating. But there are also places where the programs could not follow me mentally or do not understand the meaning of my statements.

Dahoam (At home)

To be honest, I can't remember exactly how many times I've driven with my Vespa in this southern region of Munich over the years - no matter if summer or winter. Some magical circumstance attracted me exactly to this place. Maybe it was the view or the infinite peace that I felt when I saw the Karwendel. However, it could also be that my Upper Franconian Kulmbacher small town roots led me here. At some point and somehow my wish to be allowed to live exactly in this region came true. I would like to mention at this point that I have never seriously wished for it. I have never stood on my Munich balcony in a stubborn, universal, spiritual, wish-fulfilling posture of the night and asked the universe for help. It happened on its own. So now I live exactly at this time in the place where my subconscious seems to have always wanted to live.

I felt right at home in my new home. There are people who say that I have similarities with a dog. I quickly slam into a corner and feel right at home. This is probably due to the fact that I am a dog in the Chinese zodiac sign. What this means is something everyone can research independently on the Internet.

After my arrival in my new home not a day passed and I immediately began to explore my new neighborhood and my natural environment.

During my walk through the village, which resembles an open-air museum, since almost all houses are at least 200 years old, I noticed that the people here are more accessible and more open, contrary to all statements that Upper Bavaria is stubborn, ignorant and grumpy. We greet each other with a friendly "Servus" or just wave to each other - no matter if you know each other or not. Just somehow “Dahoam” (at home) … a very amazing fact, which I was never allowed to experience in Munich.

My second stage was a meadow directly adjacent to our apartment, where a herd of cows grazed happily. I thought to myself "OK - cows" - nothing special. I know cows and have probably seen thousands in my life without really paying attention to these animals.

All I knew was that they were milking pets, ruminants, barbecued meat and cloven hoofed animals, and on top of that they left huge cow dung crap, had an enormous pee stream and are actually stupid - well, at least they look pretty stupid when you drive past them. They usually lie lazily around, eating, pooping or pissing. That's it - I thought to myself. That was and is of course all total cheese, because this prejudice should change very soon. In this context I think that prejudices or a certain negative attitude should basically be kicked in the bucket.

They simply block the view of the essential and possibly also the access to a deeper truth.

After I had nothing better to do, I thought to myself: "Go!” Just go to the critters and see what happens".

Said - done.

Directly at the cow fence I found a small bench framed by apple trees. I sat down, lit a cigarette and watched the cows go by.

Well, I thought at least so far that I am actually a quiet person, however, due to my city life I was an inwardly always driven contemporary without ever having noticed it.

Starting from this decision to sit on the bench to observe the cows in peace, over the weeks I developed a really deep affection for these animals, combined with deep, superficial, critical, spiritual, confused, stupid and sometimes funny enlightenments and experiences. I would never have thought it possible how instructive animals and especially cows can be. From now on I decided to say "Servus" to my new acquaintance at least once a day.

As I said before, on my journey through my new home, the southern Munich outback, I came across many natural inconsistencies and liquid anti-personnel mines that were in stark contradiction to my previous city life.

During urgent waiting, patience and meditation exercises, often directly threatened by death and in the face of a tiny fence barrier between cow and man, I was overcome by the thought of creating this little booklet.

The wisdom that came over me at the sight of the cows is neatly thought through and of distinct depth, as it can actually only come to the mind of an EX-city person - a Staderer. On the following pages I will tell you about exactly these personal insights. Sometimes it is a matter of one- or two-line insights. At one point or another, however, I will give some deeper and more detailed insights into my thinking, my intuitions and my spiritual achievements.

At this point I would like to mention that I will not reveal the name of the village where I live. Furthermore, I have not given any names to my protagonists, since I want to and will preserve their anonymity. The region or area in which I have moved during my experiences is a limited space.

The pictures are exclusively shots I took with my smartphone. Especially here it was important to me to show things unadulterated and in the right angle. Everything you see looks like this.

My spiritual, often also stupid, sometimes intelligent, critical, satirical, here and there also politically inspired journey through the wrong paths of cow philosophy begins NOW.

Oh yes, one more thing! Which political or philosophical crossword derivations develop in the reader during reading I leave of course to the reader. At various points "lateral thinking" helps sometimes, in order to seize my considerations completely.

Declaration of love

I will start with a real declaration of love to "my" cows, which I have taken to my heart in the meantime.

I have rarely met an animal that is as friendly, open-hearted, curious, self-confident and graceful as a cow. If you really take your time and look a cow in the eye, you will notice that there is a great warmth in this animal. A look into these eyes reveals an undreamt-of depth, love and serenity.

These eyelashes. Every woman simply has to go into raptures at this sight. Each cow has a very special and varied face drawing. In addition there is the tight, sometimes cracked up butt, the muscular knuckles, udders of the most different imprint and size, without silicone and without which a cosmetic surgeon would have had to put on hand. Insanely funny, soft and cuddly looking ears with piercing, the Spock hairstyle, mighty big scary horns, a crazy wet dripping nose, a pleasant warm breath smelling of fresh grass and a tongue that is as rough as emery paper. And sometimes, really sometimes, one or the other beauty has a great bell hanging in front of her chest.

With all my observations I noticed another great speciality: Cows need closeness, whether bull, ox, suckler cow or calf. I have met these animals countless times cuddling and tightly enclosed on the pastures.

They stuck their heads together, licked each other's fur or warmed each