Actually, the march-in should also be an act of joy and togetherness. But I was saddened by the moments when signs from many participating countries marched in with barely a handful of participants or none at all. One woman behind Kenya, three boys for Turkey, four Israelis, five for China, no one behind Angola, Ghana, Latvia, and, and, and... The fear and helplessness behind these non-existent faces of my gay and lesbian fellow human beings pains me.
Now that I'm thinking about it, writing about it and clicking through the photos, I can't help but cry. I'm really not a particularly pathetic person, but last night once again made me realise what an island of bliss we're moaning about at a high level. And then we don't even manage to fill a stupid stadium to welcome all those who were able to come here under sometimes difficult conditions. We should be ashamed of ourselves!
In the end, the evening still had its beautiful and atmospheric moments, for example when Taylor Dayne belted out the official GayGames song in the midst of huge fountains of fire through the stadium. And despite the rainy weather, crowds of exhausted but happy people gathered in Schaafenstrasse afterwards to continue celebrating together. The games have begun.
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