Donald Trump is afraid of the Iran decision-the situation in the morning

Love Readers, dear reader,

How do you handle heavy decisions? Are you a type of gut feeling or rather analyst? That Donald Trump falls into category 1 is probably one of the flatest theses of the past tomorrow | stars. In any case, if the US President made rational decisions so far, he concealed it extremely well.

It is all the more astonishing that Captain hip shot about the question of whether the United States wants to go to the war against Iran at the side of Israel, up to 13 times. If Trump gets into the rare embarrassment of really having to think, it takes time. Two weeks, that is now one of his “favorite time units”, .

Now it is reassuring that the commander -in -chief of the most powerful force of the planet makes the decision to spark at least devastating, possibly even uncontrollable surface fire in the Middle East.

However, his hesitation has little to do with statesmen humility. The claim that there is a “considerable chance of negotiations” also serves as a fig leaf. No, the real reason why Donald Trump is hesitating is more profane: the man is afraid.

The new American hardcore isolationism, the basic pillar of the Maga religion, is incompatible with the old role as a global police exporting. Not only company blind new rights would go too far. It is an original Republican fear that Trump triggers here. War costs not only human life, but above all money. Lot of money. More than two thousand billion dollars are said to Afghanistan have devoured. The result: an absolute disaster.

Already tremendously rumbling on the Maga base. At the idea of ​​the USA If it can once again plunge into a conflict away from home in a possibly decades, even the stubborn trump slopes set up the neck hair. The disciples forgive their Messiah a lot, almost everything. As he once claimed, he could actually “put himself on the Fifth Avenue and shoot someone”. But a war in overseas? With all love, no. And at the end of the day, Trump is exactly after the addicted, after the love of his followers. To lose? Unreasonable. So, then rather empty words instead of empty cartridges? Hold down instead of holding on it?

Trump’s threat of the day after the day care should not make Johann WadePhul’s working day easier. The Federal Foreign Minister is already on his forehead after bumpy first weeks of office.

Today he meets Iran’s chief diplomat with his two colleagues from France and Great Britain. How delicate WadePhul’s mission is? This is about this in the new “5-minute talk”:

You may have noticed it: it’s summer. So, in terms of calendar, only since today, meteorologically since the beginning of the month. Some things should remain a mystery to me forever.

Because we only read on Monday, here is a less ambiguous service instruction for the weekend: tomorrow is summer solstice, the longest day of the year.

Now the turning circle depends on the location. In the Sylter dunes you can sit in the sun for an hour longer than at Frankfurt Central Station. Whatever the time you should do.

But I knew it: Even daylight is just a question of money.

There have never been more people worldwide, more than 122 million, almost twice as many as ten years ago.

We rarely really think about that, after all, the distant suffering of others is normal for us happiness children. And also: The tolerance threshold for bad news has long been exceeded these days.

-Filippo Grandi, UN High Commissioner for Refugees

I notice it myself, that reads everything here forced. Despite it. Leave us today, for the World Refugee Day. Even if the millions of displaced people are little helped.

I put them for that.

It is not as if I came from the province. Well, in the Cologne Heaf World suburb, where I grew up, a ambulance siren is probably considered a disturbance of disturbance.

But at the latest after I lived for five years in the immediate vicinity of a Hamburg motorway access, I got used to an unhealthy noise level.

So much that I hear real silence, when she surrounds me, more clearly than big city noise.

But this never -ending audio flood, which hits me here in Seoul, really pulls on my nerves. The morning | I only write to you under the aid of tons -heavy ironing headphones with a sound -resistant noise suppression.

Seoul, this 25 million-in-chief, literally does not leave me alone. Like a beehive with tinnitus ambitions. There is no escape from this indefinable, permanent bass. He loudly loudly places himself over the supposed oases of silence, in the parks and palaces.

I urgently have to get out. Tomorrow I will go to a small town on the beach. Busan is called. Only 3.5 million inhabitants.

I wish you a great weekend – Annyeonghi Gyeseyo!