Communism soon began to spread among the German artisans in France and Switzerland and it became a very dangerous enemy for Harro as it cut off the only market for his writings. This was due to the "indirect censorship of communism" from which poor Harro has suffered to this very day and indeed it is now worse than ever as he sadly confesses and "as the fate of my drama The Dynasty proves". This indirect communist censorship even succeeded in expelling Harro from Europe and so he went to Rio de Janeiro (in 1840) where he lived for a time as a painter. "Using his time conscientiously here as everywhere" he brought out a new work: "Poems of a Scandinavian (2000 copies) which has been distributed so widely among sea-faring people as to have become an oceanic best-seller".
However, his "scrupulous sense of obligation towards Young Europe"unfortunately led him to return to the Old World.
He "hastened to Mazzini in London and soon perceived the danger that threatened the cause of the peoples from communism".
New deeds awaited him. The Bandiera brothers [50] were preparing for their expedition to Italy. To support them and to divert the forces of despotism Harro "returned to South America where in union with Garibaldi he dedicated himself to furthering the idea of a United States of South America".
But the despots had got wind of his mission and Harro took to his heels. He sailed to New York.
"During the voyage I was very active intellectually and wrote among other things a drama: The Power of Ideas , which belonged to the dramatic cycle The People -- this too has remained in MS. up to now!"From South America he brought with him to New York a programme from a group alleged to be affiliated with Humanidad.
The news of the February Revolution inspired him to produce a pamphlet in French, La France réveillée and while embarking for Europe "I documented my love for my country once again in some poems, Scandinavia".
He went to Schleswig-Holstein. Here, after an absence of twentyseven years, he "discovered an unheard of conceptual confusion in the sphere of international law, democracy, republicanism socialism and communism, a chaos which lay like rotting hay and straw in the Augean stables of party factions and national hatred".
No wonder, for his "political writings" like his "whole striving and activities since 1831 had remained alien and unknown in those frontier provinces of my home country".
The Augustenburg Party [51] had suppressed him for eighteen years by means of a conspiracy of silence. To deal with this he girt on a sabre, a rifle, four pistols and six daggers and called for the formation of a free corps, but in vain. After various adventures he finally arrived in Hull. Here he hastened to issue two circulars to the peoples of Schleswig-Holstein, Scandinavia and Germany and even sent a note, as has been reported, to two communists in London with this message:
"Five thousand workers in Norway send you fraternal greetings through me.
Despite this curious appeal he soon became a sleeping partner of the European Central Committee again, thanks to the Charter of Brotherhood, and he also became "nigh/watchman and employee of a young firm of brokers in Gravesend on the Thames where my task was to drum up trade among ships'
captains in nine different languages until I was accused of fraud, a thing which the philosopher Johannes Müller was at least spared in his capacity as swineherd".
Harro summarised his action-packed life as follows:
"It can easily be calculated that apart from my poems I have given away more than 18,000 copies of my writings in German (varying from 10shillings to 3 Marks in price, and hence amounting to around 25,000 Marks in toto) to the democratic movement. I have never even been reimbursed for the printing costs, let alone received any profit for myself."With this we bring the adventures of our demagogic Hidalgo from the South Jutland Mancha to a close. In Greece and Brazil, on the Vistula and La Plata, in Schleswig-Holstein and in New York, in London and in Switzerland:
the representative of Young Europe and of the South American Humanidad , painter, nightwatchman and employee, peddler of his own writings; among Poles one day and gauchos the next, and ship's captains the day after that;unacknowledged, abandoned, ignored but everywhere an itinerant knight of ******* with a thoroughgoing dislike of ordinary bourgeois hard work --our hero at all times in all countries and in all circumstances remains himself; with the same confusion, the same meddlesome pretensions, the same faith in himself He will always defy the world and never cease to say, write and print that since 1831 he has been the mainspring of world history.
