Being Roland was never something I liked. And it only got worse when they used the short version and called me Roli. Other Rolands I met told me they felt the same.
I have no idea what made my parents select the name Roland for me. It is not even a Christian name. Mind you, my mother always put a huge emphasis on her catholic belief. Whereas my father was protestant. Yet I never asked my parents what was the reason for them giving me this name. Today, it is probably too late.
At least, I am pretty sure I was a planned child. However, there was also never a plan for siblings. Until, five years later, my sister was born – which I later saw as probably the consequence of a “sylvester accident“. But who is interested in the details?
So I spent many years living with my little-loved names Roland Maria. A long time later, I found them a little easier to accept. At least the M. between Roland and Dürre did not look too bad.
On page 6 of the news, I found a short report about the “First Roland Bike March in Saxony-Anhalt”. The sub-title was:
Bikers in Roland’s Footsteps
In the article, I read that, according to legend, Roland was a popular hero and symbolized the freedom of the city. And that there are Roland statues in Quedlinburg, Halberstadt, Brandenburg, Haldensleben, Magdeburg, Stendal, Zerbst and Calbe.
Now I feel better. I like the idea of Roland as “a symbol for freedom“. This is definitely something I prefer to some catholic patron saint or, even worse, being named after a soccer star.
Now I wonder if I should apply for membership at the ADFC.
(Translated by EG)