tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85940576707622839402024-03-18T06:08:46.853+00:00You are witty and pretty! Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.comBlogger517125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-33776219463176547532024-03-13T11:36:00.001+00:002024-03-13T14:25:13.105+00:00Posture - or: How To Look Slim, Energetic, Powerful and Younger in a second <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFmAw_l96WXng9vZdXUJnavX1L4aDasMpzyHs3vK-Z5XpiVJAlI_bsVfyByFCUW7WQvmmF-ac8JGBRB5UABcOZvOa9BLWmj30OLYbBS-lGyR1La6u6C6bXfmfmHCEXtHbjWj3qIaxqsfJ_37K5MVbbuUODSUWSnsunTH1FhDQmWtkpcHY_rshLpD5P5hhK/s399/P1060086%20(480x640)%20(2).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="399" data-original-width="191" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFmAw_l96WXng9vZdXUJnavX1L4aDasMpzyHs3vK-Z5XpiVJAlI_bsVfyByFCUW7WQvmmF-ac8JGBRB5UABcOZvOa9BLWmj30OLYbBS-lGyR1La6u6C6bXfmfmHCEXtHbjWj3qIaxqsfJ_37K5MVbbuUODSUWSnsunTH1FhDQmWtkpcHY_rshLpD5P5hhK/s320/P1060086%20(480x640)%20(2).jpg" width="153" /></a>2008 ...Time flies! </div><br /><b><br /></b><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Posture. </b> Well, well, well... "<i>Stand tall!</i>" "<i>Sit upright!</i>" mother reminded us. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I have to confess that my posture never was <i>Very Good</i> - I am a tall woman, 1,78m, and though I found out that this has many advantages (I could work as a model and now silver model, was not overlooked when I entered a room - very important for a committee or as teacher) - it has also some drawbacks. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">When you are 15 years old you want to be as everybody else - so in my peer group I curved my shoulders. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">A tall girl seldom wants a lover who is shorter than her (though there are exceptions: beautiful Carla Bruni and Monsieur Sarkozy). And though I know that this is very shallow, and found out that in bed the flaw disappears, I wanted to wear kitten heels or High Heels and "look up" (silly again). </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">"<i>You</i>" - a dressmaker said to me, " <i>will get problems with your hip if you stand like that!" </i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I looked at her and thought "<i>Prattle on!</i>" (I was 15) - and protruded my right hip in the typical model angle - très chic. Today I think: she had a point. No big problems with my hip, thank God, but sometimes I can feel it. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Walking with the then tiny triplets made my not very good posture even worse. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">So now it is really, really time for action. I read some enlightening books , go to the fitness club, do exercises from Youtube - and try to recall it when I stand up from an armchair WITHOUT using my hands (at least I do not say "Phew!", as some friends of mine have started - "phew" when they sit down and "phew" when they try to get up...) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">"Keeping up appearances" - a dress looks so much nicer when you hold your head up tight (young people nowadays slouch over their cellphone - and their posture is as bad as mine...) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Your waistline looks so much slimmer when you stand tall. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And you look younger. Definitely. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">But it takes some effort now. (Phew!) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-28829035936528464992024-02-14T08:02:00.000+00:002024-02-14T08:02:43.469+00:00I Feel Overprotected! "Dressing Instructions" for your tights<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeGjHaQZPYZc3T3K8fw5vN2DIjpJRPSl64HmXTzgdXfFE0-DNxdYXltmitD3cig0CCFdc37bCGBN0_7pN5Nb_57GLDDTMZyyqiXrsR2J9CadB8oCwbnReDv2rz9j3IgIieYwww1fMIVdpR9Df6ai9KNFOnk0KVmz6IkquYXywuyXkWUkkPdlNpr4ovU7iJ/s3968/IMG_20240210_183333_edit_2761256330698442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeGjHaQZPYZc3T3K8fw5vN2DIjpJRPSl64HmXTzgdXfFE0-DNxdYXltmitD3cig0CCFdc37bCGBN0_7pN5Nb_57GLDDTMZyyqiXrsR2J9CadB8oCwbnReDv2rz9j3IgIieYwww1fMIVdpR9Df6ai9KNFOnk0KVmz6IkquYXywuyXkWUkkPdlNpr4ovU7iJ/s320/IMG_20240210_183333_edit_2761256330698442.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">We all will have read about "helicopter parents". </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">A difficult balance in a world to protect your child - without making it feel helpless. (I was always a supporter of the maxim "Do not support someone by giving him everyday a fish - better give him an angling rod.") </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Nowadays they pamper us, average adults, with suffocating eagerness. Whining they see problems everywhere - today I read that PETA, animal rights activists, in earnest call for forbidding wooden animals on roundabouts - carousel animals would give children wrong impressions how to treat animals. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Politicians "care" about what you SHOULD eat. Don't get me wrong: I think it is great to eat healthy vegetables - but you should have heard the rage of German citizenry when our Green politicians wanted to establish a "vegetable day" once a week for all of us. (Sugar or unhealthy fast food has a big lobby - you don't hear much to protect children on that front, though timid attempts are made to implement a sugar tax - so: I am not against protecting children).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And now I found that dressing instructions for tights. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Honestly: the triplets, now 4 and a half year old, can put on their tights without those instructions, thank you very much. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">What will they try to "teach us" next??? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-74301803004388377982024-02-12T16:56:00.000+00:002024-02-12T16:56:22.789+00:00Foto-Exhibition Chameleon by Abe Frajndlich in the Kunstfoyer Munich<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWzZd67u10uhy4kgZnuNgak7bLMaPyxnouF-D2F_J73s2uojmzqQVKxRa6Qy53XDLKoo_YGpZpXrF1KTjNlOJ48XTYbbRVF6XqL-T-Ba4aIv-MqMrLwekxSRhV33scWwLiAMuer3CA-ByhX8TkX6II9gBLcxiB6C50mrscg0CAajRej6nVMrlnw9JvE7l/s3968/IMG_20240210_123131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWzZd67u10uhy4kgZnuNgak7bLMaPyxnouF-D2F_J73s2uojmzqQVKxRa6Qy53XDLKoo_YGpZpXrF1KTjNlOJ48XTYbbRVF6XqL-T-Ba4aIv-MqMrLwekxSRhV33scWwLiAMuer3CA-ByhX8TkX6II9gBLcxiB6C50mrscg0CAajRej6nVMrlnw9JvE7l/s320/IMG_20240210_123131.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">This huge photo of the Rolling Stones at the launch of their album "The Bridges of Babylon" 1997, was the very first Wow!-impression when I entered the Kunstfoyer Munich. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">It was a spontaneous decision to go there by train: I needed a splash of "bit city". </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Abe Frajndlich was born in 1946 in Frankfurt/Main Germany </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">in a camp for Displaced Persons.</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> His parents were Jews from Poland - Holocaust-survivors,</span><span style="font-family: verdana;"> who met each other in that camp after WWII. Abe's life was full of personal tragedies: his father was murdered, and when he was 10 his mother died after an operation. As a child he moved a lot: from Frankfurt to Tel Aviv and back, followed by Paris and Brazil, and finally to the USA, New York. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">(All these details from SZ-journalist Christian Mayer). His Photo teacher was Minor White, and he has lots of friends among famous photographers as Irving Penn, Annie Leibovitz, and many others. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wonderful photos of New York, and great portraits of </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">famous people (but of strangers too). </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Guess who she is? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtdYT_S4pmmMLZJJ-q1tvVQjdv05Ch3r4W62m4HfxXqZqA8pW7PS2ExPn5TxC59gVsPrhptzDmCSho3_EaECXnPzwMPHyVc2xyFbQtFAvcSud10AAxxwFMEQH9JtxWGzwaar_w7v7UVcV3_K6rnYU3prJ6wwMn8mb5jR1HoAJVPL3-tCdYJrqSYUS845FO/s3968/IMG_20240210_120939.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtdYT_S4pmmMLZJJ-q1tvVQjdv05Ch3r4W62m4HfxXqZqA8pW7PS2ExPn5TxC59gVsPrhptzDmCSho3_EaECXnPzwMPHyVc2xyFbQtFAvcSud10AAxxwFMEQH9JtxWGzwaar_w7v7UVcV3_K6rnYU3prJ6wwMn8mb5jR1HoAJVPL3-tCdYJrqSYUS845FO/s320/IMG_20240210_120939.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />You can see photos of Leonard Cohen, Miles Davis, Cindy Sherman , Charles Bukowski, Yoko Ono. And maybe you know this one of Jack Lemmon. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBvk33v0_aItIVK2GCidLZHX3sxwUUHRQXjHKXd12pCRf8B5vaC-E4vAhkIAZXaOP1sVTUR6NYzTrMsMLQCZv_Ad039S0_uvJr_mwr0pKY76npAeFal8RkgKaQ4cfTf8FPGijP3Ruh69OxgFnPrgJ1NIDQRz-ZgI-Tu5iA-jZ6BEdj-_hMKXSbkBa0g7sg/s3968/IMG_20240210_122937.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBvk33v0_aItIVK2GCidLZHX3sxwUUHRQXjHKXd12pCRf8B5vaC-E4vAhkIAZXaOP1sVTUR6NYzTrMsMLQCZv_Ad039S0_uvJr_mwr0pKY76npAeFal8RkgKaQ4cfTf8FPGijP3Ruh69OxgFnPrgJ1NIDQRz-ZgI-Tu5iA-jZ6BEdj-_hMKXSbkBa0g7sg/s320/IMG_20240210_122937.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>"It's all about seeing </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>and all the things </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>that get in the way </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>of that simple act (...)" </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i> </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Abe writes in a long sort of poem </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">"Site Specific Investigations Of A Glove". </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">A very interesting exhibition which you can visit till 1.April - free entrance. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><p><br /></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-55577606101203123742024-02-04T06:39:00.004+00:002024-02-04T11:49:59.435+00:00Answer to Tom Stephenson's post <p> <a href="https://www.google.com/search?client=safari&rls=en&q=nachrichtensprecherin+bricht+in+lachen+aus&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:6fcf1bd3,vid:fjXRq3OIAsU,st:0">nachrichtensprecherin bricht in lachen aus</a> </p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I love this one too - Susanne Daubner normally is a pillar of correctness. (One has to wait a little bit with this link: it is a video, not only the photo!) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">PS: At the moment I have a huge problem with Google: I cannot comment on your blogs, have to find my password for Google (oh...), so I hope I find a way... </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">.</span></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-4112030076319251362024-02-02T06:56:00.001+00:002024-02-02T06:56:35.579+00:00Sheep - and change <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTb6wwmE3qsyuI1a0qtYqhOpDUCtDSvTEMYvaTr0MQRFTjNtGJutHIDBoKs5kn6w46WdFp02_RnLb1LnoS_S1zSyky9GfXnVaDXZgrwivKtUqDMBaiZXrU6HTgA8EGUDBluHdzpAnmNyONDbFTJH8hyUDGcthdIK0uqnbcaob3v3LSXRWfgXxO94JF6PV4/s3968/IMG_20240129_154230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTb6wwmE3qsyuI1a0qtYqhOpDUCtDSvTEMYvaTr0MQRFTjNtGJutHIDBoKs5kn6w46WdFp02_RnLb1LnoS_S1zSyky9GfXnVaDXZgrwivKtUqDMBaiZXrU6HTgA8EGUDBluHdzpAnmNyONDbFTJH8hyUDGcthdIK0uqnbcaob3v3LSXRWfgXxO94JF6PV4/s320/IMG_20240129_154230.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLc5KgGAehm9LdEifth2nZZ_8CDR-e0vQVRC4gsz30jw5slmB_DzA44YqGbM7HXALLMPa49gCCLJqz9LFCxNxOoingyRxN5m-CLG6RHJ534egAKWRMzoKrQDW_wJrfIS5YdB_mFhtMEVG5MzTcSi7MnG7A9j3TFGqPeVsKbDlykg8-y1Ul98kME3olOBh/s3968/IMG_20240129_154448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLc5KgGAehm9LdEifth2nZZ_8CDR-e0vQVRC4gsz30jw5slmB_DzA44YqGbM7HXALLMPa49gCCLJqz9LFCxNxOoingyRxN5m-CLG6RHJ534egAKWRMzoKrQDW_wJrfIS5YdB_mFhtMEVG5MzTcSi7MnG7A9j3TFGqPeVsKbDlykg8-y1Ul98kME3olOBh/s320/IMG_20240129_154448.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Here they are again: more than 100 sheep grazing on the huge water meadow. As every year, and not every farmer is delighted at that. </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"> </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The profession of shepherd has changed a lot. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Once the shepherd was a gnarled loner, with a long loden coat and a big slouch hat on his head leaning at his wooden barren-hut gazing at his sheep, his sidekick, the faithful dog running around to keep the sheep together. Trust me: as a child I saw some of these duos.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">When I drove my purchases home, the shepherd, quite youngish, leaned at the hood of his car and stared on his cellphone. He didn't look up. His faithful dog seemed to regret that he hadn't a cellphone either - to him the sheep were too -- sheepish -- so why should he care? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Next morning the sheep had left (an euphemism: they bunked) - "The grass is always greener on the other side" - and show me a weak electrified fence that can keep a stubborn sheep with an intention. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">A neighbour of mine came and tried to bring them back - another neighbour telephoned. The shepherd slept in his house in another village, and had taken his faithful dog with him. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And we wonder why so much is heading south? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Baa.... </span></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-12358395133246003502024-01-22T10:53:00.000+00:002024-01-22T10:53:05.942+00:00Disappointed <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Lw1pz7HNM-qv1EUeN4NX2tsfwg0PTukWhuGLgVJqOozGq6E3FytW4h8btVAFh8e3j80ULQICCc1Z-TLwf_xbiEuP2zblYjjzrwMDuQn20Sre-oONfLEK_5ZirNvFcqssSF9xpEVoneeznCU_ZE8Qfbg_VgHt4IptqR_X-GzO-tbfuP0gA-9K1TEf_NYh/s3968/IMG_20240107_133500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Lw1pz7HNM-qv1EUeN4NX2tsfwg0PTukWhuGLgVJqOozGq6E3FytW4h8btVAFh8e3j80ULQICCc1Z-TLwf_xbiEuP2zblYjjzrwMDuQn20Sre-oONfLEK_5ZirNvFcqssSF9xpEVoneeznCU_ZE8Qfbg_VgHt4IptqR_X-GzO-tbfuP0gA-9K1TEf_NYh/s320/IMG_20240107_133500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">A few minutes ago I read it in the news: the locomotive drivers of German's Deutsche Bahn will strike again. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I had already booked a fine Hotel in Bremen for our class reunion on coming Friday and Saturday. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Really: I am so disappointed! Luckily I could cancel the hotel, my three classmates who had organised dinners and events - all their troubles were for nothing - had cancelled the meeting. Coming by car is no alternative - we have black ice, and I would have to drive over 6 hours. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">If you look at the drawing underneath (I cannot turn it right) you see that Germany is stricken at the moment: the farmers protest with thousands of tractors, and the DB keeps her trains at home - only the management board got, each of them!, a bonus of 300.000 Euro (extra! each of them!)for this year of breakdowns, ill management (only ever 4 out of 10 trains are punctual - or come at all..). </span></p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbdNQIaRKZrNSVQhYEQobTA7D30VkMOla5hyphenhyphenqOAMsWwKl8_C_EwaB4N3YOZ_MXV64ZezWiIDEownJ1CFSq2ULTXGDB7r9m85tNuPaSkgnyuQ7K5X2LupYv-Q___X7N9oH3fC2LwIdxUAfxZYkMa2T3J4b3bdsR9uiPKJCc7dkgENY33UCDOxUQk3FTVDsV/s3968/IMG_20240118_082407.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbdNQIaRKZrNSVQhYEQobTA7D30VkMOla5hyphenhyphenqOAMsWwKl8_C_EwaB4N3YOZ_MXV64ZezWiIDEownJ1CFSq2ULTXGDB7r9m85tNuPaSkgnyuQ7K5X2LupYv-Q___X7N9oH3fC2LwIdxUAfxZYkMa2T3J4b3bdsR9uiPKJCc7dkgENY33UCDOxUQk3FTVDsV/s320/IMG_20240118_082407.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Speechless... </span></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-44196410984555820982024-01-18T06:39:00.000+00:002024-01-18T06:39:05.340+00:00Starting to Bake My Own Bread <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxQU4bLHIFRlTHvlc8x5oaoXHlv5PXdy_kdxFRhR27C1wE8PYoRSvxeDqdNmz3CBzKcJhT2DZIKb_rlFmYveLuS8PKJRkuqUs-c9p9gYE2ivYXO0gZKT-N3OQXiHAfN64SS7-_9eisuB_4aYzh6qAJ_BfLI9QZKmY2B1o50R6GbgMrqz7g39FBOWWsYR8O/s3968/IMG_20240117_164945.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxQU4bLHIFRlTHvlc8x5oaoXHlv5PXdy_kdxFRhR27C1wE8PYoRSvxeDqdNmz3CBzKcJhT2DZIKb_rlFmYveLuS8PKJRkuqUs-c9p9gYE2ivYXO0gZKT-N3OQXiHAfN64SS7-_9eisuB_4aYzh6qAJ_BfLI9QZKmY2B1o50R6GbgMrqz7g39FBOWWsYR8O/s320/IMG_20240117_164945.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p><br /></p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Two days ago the ordered bread machine arrived. For a long time I had been undetermined whether to buy one or not. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">But I live here in so tiny a village that has no shop or bakery, and the only inn has closed. To buy bread I have to drive 3 km - that's not far, and if I want to "schlepp" a rucksack full of potatoes, milk and other goodies up the hill to "my" house - over 9% steep hill upwards - of course I could walk. The little red train stops once an hour - which means waiting in the next little town after buying, and more than 9 % uphill fitness training too. (The reason why I a bought a used car). </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">But I try to reduce shopping - and the need of fresh bread sometimes was the only reason I had to go. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Yesterday I was happy that I could bake my first bread: we were snowed under, AND Bavaria warned explicitly against leaving the house because of black ice (is that really the right word???). </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Here you see my prototype: a spelt loaf, delicious - and I wish you could smell the lovely scent in the kitchen! </span></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgobMWSwbsbY2rbnSUOOWvm7Vgzkh4GsV5Ih8HfM7Im2X-kuu5_Yi9RidmeFZe4-GsFqZHu7Qmeh5CFkruaT7QoGULndf0CawKu-DTrn0ubhKttJJYJmAW9kVl8ZlRdaPflhtOfBWXuE0BZTVDZsDDVDIqKLc22lFGzZCGFMhVafjJzZr13FAbXBtiKAmP4/s3968/IMG_20240117_193516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgobMWSwbsbY2rbnSUOOWvm7Vgzkh4GsV5Ih8HfM7Im2X-kuu5_Yi9RidmeFZe4-GsFqZHu7Qmeh5CFkruaT7QoGULndf0CawKu-DTrn0ubhKttJJYJmAW9kVl8ZlRdaPflhtOfBWXuE0BZTVDZsDDVDIqKLc22lFGzZCGFMhVafjJzZr13FAbXBtiKAmP4/s320/IMG_20240117_193516.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-9627358671075867082024-01-12T17:39:00.010+00:002024-01-12T17:44:27.061+00:00Unforgettable Snow <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg610-yQuFaCiQT3XQVVuhMDX4xG8N4T5CssMqAd5VBfl-3gAqBy5eJqJv1VF7nCGKNGoeLFtaF_mnDPXGGQErXXOCvngsB33nTnxBECv-rNFwtl7zho5yHNVHfVNH7h7lcsJd4Lh2GGfg99ouch-MUDwgaYkup14rZXukOLid2Rli_3tCSZk4-rq26j3qR/s3968/IMG_20240111_142451.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg610-yQuFaCiQT3XQVVuhMDX4xG8N4T5CssMqAd5VBfl-3gAqBy5eJqJv1VF7nCGKNGoeLFtaF_mnDPXGGQErXXOCvngsB33nTnxBECv-rNFwtl7zho5yHNVHfVNH7h7lcsJd4Lh2GGfg99ouch-MUDwgaYkup14rZXukOLid2Rli_3tCSZk4-rq26j3qR/s320/IMG_20240111_142451.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large; text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;">Do you remember those days around </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><span style="text-align: left;">the </span><b style="text-align: left;">turn of the year 1978/1979?</b></span></div><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I will never forget them: A storm with wind strength 7 was coming from northeast. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Husband and I had visited my parents in Bremen for Christmas. Then husband grew very ill with influenza, thus we wanted to go back to Mainz. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">My father, a wise man, said: "<i>If you want to drive, drive now very quickly." </i></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">481 km distance between Bremen and Mainz - I drove our old blue Merc, with highly-feverish husband on the backseat. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I was very young then and had I got my driver's license in 1976 - megalomaniacal after two years I applied for a contest by <i><b>Cosmopolitan</b></i>: a rally through the Sahara - that was my notion of "adventurous". (How come I was not elected?)</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Now fate served me the total opposite: </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">all the time at that drive home a huge black bank of snowclouds breathed down our neck: the snow came nearer and nearer, and I had to drive <i>very</i> fast. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">We reached Mainz, exhausted but lucky - a few hours later "<i><b>Land submerged</b>!</i>" - a blanket of snow covered huge parts of Northern Germany which was sunken under snow - and hundreds of cars were stuck in more than a meter high snow drifts. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-30307137324100179212024-01-07T16:06:00.001+00:002024-01-07T16:06:37.984+00:00Christmas, Birthday, New Year - a lot of cake on my plate before 2024 started<p> </p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2xrpfyE1QWaKAKWVp8bgyXKCBI01XcujBNpwpB4dAd6zopomVri51O4kQHcpkiWZuhhPW6rm1atUvCtupMjiAUsdEGX2yqq07qbtxsajJ8Z_upz8ZOSUHsnoPnxkwVWPpnJTylLbRtKOKZgaFKinHGz9TUkSr_bI3Zy5_GoNtfQZw731L9btVo-hNSbLl/s3968/IMG_20240102_165905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2xrpfyE1QWaKAKWVp8bgyXKCBI01XcujBNpwpB4dAd6zopomVri51O4kQHcpkiWZuhhPW6rm1atUvCtupMjiAUsdEGX2yqq07qbtxsajJ8Z_upz8ZOSUHsnoPnxkwVWPpnJTylLbRtKOKZgaFKinHGz9TUkSr_bI3Zy5_GoNtfQZw731L9btVo-hNSbLl/s320/IMG_20240102_165905.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p> +</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_rTjyINvQyOr7IZS3lXHBnUxVktqCXPWwAVivmJ1QqZt2QYq7hZnRGep0lrfXKkdlXB7ktSeE_rUD3WSX9mhqMIIxVqgWiPhHQM4InxMHBesBY1irctDlRNkHvnAEcmPlfqb9iWDALJ7UzS8HuhuEeU1w0WPnrZ0VfHTN2oOrofOVm4O8UpcOjPjjUSUP/s640/Dezember%2015%20026%20(640x427).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="640" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_rTjyINvQyOr7IZS3lXHBnUxVktqCXPWwAVivmJ1QqZt2QYq7hZnRGep0lrfXKkdlXB7ktSeE_rUD3WSX9mhqMIIxVqgWiPhHQM4InxMHBesBY1irctDlRNkHvnAEcmPlfqb9iWDALJ7UzS8HuhuEeU1w0WPnrZ0VfHTN2oOrofOVm4O8UpcOjPjjUSUP/s320/Dezember%2015%20026%20(640x427).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p> +</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Vh4cU2uFc_9LghUk2KZstjrxZpWtdF4raxaV8blfA1F7kzSOWOU6BZHbpn1JbaAvf8TWosDfyAwgOvgOXFLhUCRk8laq16CXVmfn49e1zQJYIcuaiCrpvPEqwaxu4ug1pbM3HUv9be7XP6xO2lUXDQb0iRM6wQzToZ4sd7F2I5D9aCtKAQ3yM1wT889i/s2016/IMG-20240101-WA0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2016" data-original-width="1512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Vh4cU2uFc_9LghUk2KZstjrxZpWtdF4raxaV8blfA1F7kzSOWOU6BZHbpn1JbaAvf8TWosDfyAwgOvgOXFLhUCRk8laq16CXVmfn49e1zQJYIcuaiCrpvPEqwaxu4ug1pbM3HUv9be7XP6xO2lUXDQb0iRM6wQzToZ4sd7F2I5D9aCtKAQ3yM1wT889i/s320/IMG-20240101-WA0007.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p> <span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">All in chronological order. </span></p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b> I wish all of you a happy, peaceful 2024!<br /></b></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-65112266196102390972023-12-22T06:22:00.000+00:002023-12-22T06:22:09.845+00:00I need your help to translate a poem by Rainer Maria Rilke <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ga3dazWOaiukLzjpZX6w5BZVGtZIhsdFiQevfcTJVfqdjSdI5YnrGLz2rAg-R8DRcp5bpgA6o03LMK9XaVMGCXSjBbpD54xs0sKQfCY3SqHkku4S0img2Y0j-6ZEkKKZSF3_UMrG0G-MqoJ7L_y5YXkIkZyTKCccZQGx1E4UYDJqOReLu6368iyEa46L/s3968/IMG_20231130_073513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ga3dazWOaiukLzjpZX6w5BZVGtZIhsdFiQevfcTJVfqdjSdI5YnrGLz2rAg-R8DRcp5bpgA6o03LMK9XaVMGCXSjBbpD54xs0sKQfCY3SqHkku4S0img2Y0j-6ZEkKKZSF3_UMrG0G-MqoJ7L_y5YXkIkZyTKCccZQGx1E4UYDJqOReLu6368iyEa46L/s320/IMG_20231130_073513.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> On "<a href="https://burstingwithhappiness.blogspot.com">https://burstingwithhappiness.blogspot.com</a> I tried to translate a beautiful poem of Rainer Maria Rilke. I would be very glad if you send me proposals how I can improve that translation. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">I have a few doubts: is it utterly wrong to say - as Rilke did in German - "It drives the wind in winter woods/ the snowflakes.."? Of course I could have constructed a normal English sentence - but that would not have expressed the way Rilke frames it. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">So: your help will be very welcomed! </span></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-12173617492439630062023-12-17T16:06:00.003+00:002023-12-18T11:51:36.732+00:00Saving Money with the Kakebo - a Recommenation for our German Politicians <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-QdtYWOutZB67msXgHaiHTIvExigFa1xQCqoJcBVmtfWPsm0qqs_5c7SFsxL8tXzfDXdiT7J4DpdHYieCsxbw-_BQxV_Vx960zq6i2Z6CFehrVtm1cA9Ncijy6cLw-lSABwlPPtVG5LENMw1KPg8AEUlqOIuAWxBtcyDY6XK1AUuhb0mm8zHB7dSIgAB/s3968/IMG_20231210_082459.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-QdtYWOutZB67msXgHaiHTIvExigFa1xQCqoJcBVmtfWPsm0qqs_5c7SFsxL8tXzfDXdiT7J4DpdHYieCsxbw-_BQxV_Vx960zq6i2Z6CFehrVtm1cA9Ncijy6cLw-lSABwlPPtVG5LENMw1KPg8AEUlqOIuAWxBtcyDY6XK1AUuhb0mm8zHB7dSIgAB/s320/IMG_20231210_082459.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Dear You, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">you might have read about the <b>huge budget crisis </b>into which our German government now slithered when our cheeky <b>Federal Chancellor Olaf Scholz </b>(the one who can't remember which part he played in the Cum-Ex-Scandal) planned to put not-used Corona-crisis money - <b>only <u>wimpish 60 billions</u> <u>Euro</u> </b>- into other pots, e.g. climate protection measures. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The independent <b>Federal Constitutional Court</b> rendered a verdict against that shenanigans, so now our politicians are looking desperately for new interesting ways to find that money. By the way: <i>our</i> money, <b>paid by us, the taxpayers</b>. (The </span><span style="font-family: courier;"><b>137.000</b> euros </span><span style="font-family: courier;">we taxpayers have to give for annual make-up and hairdresser of our Minister of Foreign Affairs, <b>Annalena Baerbock</b>, are only ridiculous flyspeck compared to those 60 billions euro). </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">I am a modest expert in the handling of money - in <b>my book Home Basics</b>, 10.000 of the over 60.000 books sold were bought from a Swiss building association which gave it to every young person who opened a savings account there. They liked my chapter on money and how to use it wisely. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Well: the <b>Kakebo</b> above is a <b>housekeeping book from Japan</b>, invented by the Avantgarde-thinker <b>Hani Motoko </b>in <b>1904</b>. She was the <b>first female journalist of Japan. </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The books helps you to control your money, be disciplined and evaluate your data, and the best of it: you set yourself goals, see where you spend unnecessarily money on - in short: you see very clearly the results of your actions. </span><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">If our politicians don't have 38,7 billions for Bürgergeld they must reduce it and NOT raise it for 2024 for 12%. Bürgergeld is a good thing for people who have lost their job - but when you don't have to try to find work to get it that might be one reason why so many migrants want to come especially to Germany - and from the Ukraine refugees in Germany only 18% are in work, while in other European countries two thirds have found a job. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">It might help if our politicians used the Kakebo. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><b>"Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure 19 pounds nineteen and six, <u>result happiness</u>. </b></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><b>Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pounds nought and six, <u>result misery</u>." </b></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Mr. Micawber (Charles Dickens: Great Expectations)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">The sad thing is: it is <b>our money</b> and thus <b>our misery</b>. And sorry to say: most of us don't have any "Great Expectations" at the moment. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">. . </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"> </span></div><br />Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-82305946679948376912023-11-23T19:55:00.000+00:002023-11-23T19:55:40.745+00:00Reading for Pleasure<p> <i><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Dear You, </b></span></i></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Do you have books you read again and again? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I have a few - and at the moment I read this (again): </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>Mavis Cheek: Mrs Fytton's Country Life </b> (published in <b>2000</b>!)</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Eh-zVUAosIRs-h1RI-CGFFTLLUirvZG2ISpLHP-DsZGfWtdqP1fR12OVcZMjD5AHxg69fNC2cQSgPZJ7ImouARC2x2-6C09lEhuCIb9uGiGLfFqUWjk5h97BbVZRe1aCaUqfDpS7n1j0tT64fsvvEX1xQjzjVVZWej0ckdX6A6Cj9k8XcJU-iuXkty8U/s3968/IMG_20231123_111507.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Eh-zVUAosIRs-h1RI-CGFFTLLUirvZG2ISpLHP-DsZGfWtdqP1fR12OVcZMjD5AHxg69fNC2cQSgPZJ7ImouARC2x2-6C09lEhuCIb9uGiGLfFqUWjk5h97BbVZRe1aCaUqfDpS7n1j0tT64fsvvEX1xQjzjVVZWej0ckdX6A6Cj9k8XcJU-iuXkty8U/s320/IMG_20231123_111507.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: medium;">".</span><i>..this is exactly the anti-depressant you need: Prozac on the page" wrote the Daily Mail</i><span style="font-size: medium;">.</span></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">I think the book incredibly witty and funny (maybe only for my generation?), I still can laugh on almost every page, and agree with Mail on Sunda<i>y: "..she (Mavis Cheek) possesses the wickedly sharp eye of a born satirist</i>." I think it is Cheek's best and funniest novel. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">And when I take it from the shelf it is always a sign for me that I want (or have to) change and to come down to earth again. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And feel which direction I want to go. Even if the picture might look a bit foggy or blurred - there is a direction. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijb0IZpdq8uVAn23YJQkxWAO8dLa3pA_giwGXD5uRXBhseSAvgwBL9W_3EFKrRCIKxa0KJwRnF9BFwOh4IabcA1Kelf9ux7XDmpEGm9H_BpsSbGLKucRsSFGX6b288H6l6ErupE3VWh0Gpscl5AhK68AWnlMLzT8LL4WIfNDF5NW6RhBbjs-WBn_1Er4of/s3968/IMG_20231112_073316.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijb0IZpdq8uVAn23YJQkxWAO8dLa3pA_giwGXD5uRXBhseSAvgwBL9W_3EFKrRCIKxa0KJwRnF9BFwOh4IabcA1Kelf9ux7XDmpEGm9H_BpsSbGLKucRsSFGX6b288H6l6ErupE3VWh0Gpscl5AhK68AWnlMLzT8LL4WIfNDF5NW6RhBbjs-WBn_1Er4of/s320/IMG_20231112_073316.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><p><br /></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-1890087572414135622023-11-17T05:44:00.000+00:002023-11-17T05:44:10.462+00:00For Anne <p> <br /><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIHL_9IM3zY1MdkDg8fem9KN05OIjO0ItTIJZrNCx2DWSy1E0gQCd9JIN_Vc1PJyFCURX3UJKGlXM7nkcrJOscVPZ0i9dNalNMiRlJFlokOOOrY8SkGIySh31tb5kak_4xbB-mgRuiEarV0JAjEHlLnw08D8qiWBkdVtRkFztlTJSKjDhjGdaMcNUDLrjE/s3968/IMG_20231022_091957.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIHL_9IM3zY1MdkDg8fem9KN05OIjO0ItTIJZrNCx2DWSy1E0gQCd9JIN_Vc1PJyFCURX3UJKGlXM7nkcrJOscVPZ0i9dNalNMiRlJFlokOOOrY8SkGIySh31tb5kak_4xbB-mgRuiEarV0JAjEHlLnw08D8qiWBkdVtRkFztlTJSKjDhjGdaMcNUDLrjE/s320/IMG_20231022_091957.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">I needed solitude, to say good-bye to my very, very dear friend. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">She takes a huge part of our life with her. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">I thank her for all the time we spent together: from our very first day when we met as freshmen we shared our highly exciting time as students, supported us when love or life became difficult, shared in our joy that we got from our children and our careers. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">More than 55 years of shared thoughts, opinions and emotions. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Travelling together a lot we enjoyed incredible adventures:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">during our week as "Bed and Breakfast for Garden-Lovers", or another time listening to the sermon of the Bishop of St. Paul's Cathedral which he gave to us members of the E.F.Benson society, followed by a gorgeous dinner in the Guildhall (London). </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">After she did her Ph.D with 67 years (!) I surprised her with a stay in the carriage house of "Downton Abbey". Another time we followed the footsteps of Lord Peter Wimsey and Inspector Morse in Oxford, another time we enjoyed the centenary of the Chelsea Flower Show, or were "Puttin' on the Ritz" - just to name a few. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">Energy, empathy, joie de vivre, and so much laughing: </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">I thank you for all that, my dear friend, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: times; font-size: medium;">I miss you. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGRBW2-gVCCBKkysOg8KJOycIYxrg2vjT3IhzVrUDEP9LoziiVbcnCUbsSjXPnes1Z2Swoqc4J2LHtIZYCLtqB3T_IGjXTHBvs-iwmqHu7h295Lw0gmNhlxv_CIahMhuvwY9uFWOUAyANdC33ULkrAzP_QNG6ic_i1002Q5SCACs17wti2lP8Q9N5MaULK/s3968/IMG_20230429_061035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGRBW2-gVCCBKkysOg8KJOycIYxrg2vjT3IhzVrUDEP9LoziiVbcnCUbsSjXPnes1Z2Swoqc4J2LHtIZYCLtqB3T_IGjXTHBvs-iwmqHu7h295Lw0gmNhlxv_CIahMhuvwY9uFWOUAyANdC33ULkrAzP_QNG6ic_i1002Q5SCACs17wti2lP8Q9N5MaULK/s320/IMG_20230429_061035.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-1484423982041278012023-10-18T15:13:00.002+01:002023-10-18T15:18:05.869+01:00Going to Vienna and Eating a Sacher-Torte (the original)<p> </p><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT8UYkgPdiST9c39mDYpU3grrnvWMmDsSqZtNhySv3qU0dmQR1L2BuQQSAv2r9zghxZzKJZTvjfQV37A0rbeOT-dmVR4sOxByJupDiO7K5RDpMXBvLDzQfasiRxRayZBLHhMOwjV8gnGBMWABiXjylsjaV9o8qjkNzgFJPZNjW6o37OSt1kM3wUmIbiiFg/s3968/IMG_20231011_172428.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT8UYkgPdiST9c39mDYpU3grrnvWMmDsSqZtNhySv3qU0dmQR1L2BuQQSAv2r9zghxZzKJZTvjfQV37A0rbeOT-dmVR4sOxByJupDiO7K5RDpMXBvLDzQfasiRxRayZBLHhMOwjV8gnGBMWABiXjylsjaV9o8qjkNzgFJPZNjW6o37OSt1kM3wUmIbiiFg/s320/IMG_20231011_172428.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Mind, </span><i style="font-family: courier;"><b><span>Dear You</span></b></i><span style="font-family: courier;">: I didn't write "for" eating a Sacher-Torte. </span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">As you might have noticed, sometimes I have to fight with English grammar and jesters as "for / of / and with" - but I hope that you didn't believe for a second that <b><i>Yours Truly</i></b> goes to Vienna with the single intent to eat an original Sacher-Torte - that would be "too much" of snobbishness. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">For a while I thought about publishing that photo at all - I sit so crumpled that I can hear my late blue-blooded grandmother hiss: "<i>Posture, girl, posture!"</i> (She was oh so right). My red-blooded granny (note the difference in loving feelings) only would say: "<i>Enjoy!</i>" </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Which I did. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">And next time I'll write about the intellectual pleasures of Vienna.</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"> (After having polished off the whipped cream...) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-32976209123882194372023-10-08T06:18:00.004+01:002023-10-08T06:31:13.366+01:00Edvard Munch. Magic of the North (Zauber des Nordens) in the Berlinische Galerie.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhGkDA6znvM0jxIpJzF8DG89wV7ZU5swQMq4QmVQvJ0tWs0_02dQBdjEfqWbPWJKJHo2cUNlkY-zNn-258YE-FcUp0UhBPYa5MwhAzau2ldo3GL2FELZuIugFTq5JCU3RXvWdOCelzHXxT1k0_AqyIN7qLS5KHl_B4HpZRjveeXBbqTyjCHlxOC63H_xJp/s3968/IMG_20231001_135012.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhGkDA6znvM0jxIpJzF8DG89wV7ZU5swQMq4QmVQvJ0tWs0_02dQBdjEfqWbPWJKJHo2cUNlkY-zNn-258YE-FcUp0UhBPYa5MwhAzau2ldo3GL2FELZuIugFTq5JCU3RXvWdOCelzHXxT1k0_AqyIN7qLS5KHl_B4HpZRjveeXBbqTyjCHlxOC63H_xJp/s320/IMG_20231001_135012.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Dear You</i></b>, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I promised to tell you about the Berlin exhibition <b>Edvard Munch</b>. And though I will travel to Wien on Tuesday, I sit here in the early morning in Bavaria, singing a duet with "The Frog King":"<i>What you promised you have to deliver". </i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">The <b>Berlinische Galerie</b> writes: </span></p><p><span face="HN, Verdana, Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 18px;">Edvard Munch (1863–1944) challenged his contemporaries with the radical modernity of his paintings, especially in Berlin, where the Norwegian Symbolist exerted a big influence around the turn of the century. The exhibition “Magic of the North” is a partnership with the MUNCH in Oslo. It tells the story of Edvard Munch and Berlin, illustrated by paintings, prints and photographs.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Among the <b>80 exhibits</b> you will not find "The Scream" (sounds like cultural names-dropping when I mention that I saw it a few weeks ago in "<b>Secessionen.Klimt, Stuck, Liebermann</b>" at the <b>Alte National Galerie</b> in Berlin. :-). </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I'll just give you a few headers of the exhibition: </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">"<b>Scandal. Berlin. City of Art. Exhilaration. Scream. Collapse. Psyche. The North. Life and Loves. Digs and Homes." </b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And photos of a few paintings: </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirCrtZSpG1K8ADMaLjCXdJrHxIiopLdP99Izgc14AkMrg8GXlnxeKzK8hBXbAaFlCrb-73kWIOFbzasjN07GPQs29zvw34gyndehT0O_eq3W6JdrdcofSyO9abCzn9JNnKXgpGSCIQaxltcxiM1a803G61C2ZY4oyTun8NtFU0cVR_vl7wu_XZqgWlqSTq/s3968/IMG_20231001_140651.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirCrtZSpG1K8ADMaLjCXdJrHxIiopLdP99Izgc14AkMrg8GXlnxeKzK8hBXbAaFlCrb-73kWIOFbzasjN07GPQs29zvw34gyndehT0O_eq3W6JdrdcofSyO9abCzn9JNnKXgpGSCIQaxltcxiM1a803G61C2ZY4oyTun8NtFU0cVR_vl7wu_XZqgWlqSTq/s320/IMG_20231001_140651.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-3otu09nv-gPujQWOieUtv7WECkkeg5jqcVtrDRs6-TmF8yQ2T_-GxGX4bBx31FQrt9vr3Zpn449PtxOYO8OT4n92m8HhlLzML1nt5ffWU4C-15-5czaFSzCdknzTy9szl4JroRlFZR78hhMGbJ_c6-YIbRQckrzYhHtVMLK39nrfTzrKr4oqEgeGjAVv/s320/IMG_20231001_134729.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">So: if you are in Berlin - and promise (!) to be not too impatient </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUauajmGtbkJTmS1DJnC2TcMIvPh74UwHY-9fzYBo7hXPUl-OK4gHacNwgL9j4pNpEqtiokOTPCy7MNPfF549dpoYBLxlrmSuOhb2S7-bCa_Jgj3phYVMPTB19rksTKm-HJZODsIu4lvx3cWubI1ZJonnYxNXuf7qYv7xOnxHQ_1wxarpoX-Q_g_03aOKn/s3968/IMG_20231001_142418.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUauajmGtbkJTmS1DJnC2TcMIvPh74UwHY-9fzYBo7hXPUl-OK4gHacNwgL9j4pNpEqtiokOTPCy7MNPfF549dpoYBLxlrmSuOhb2S7-bCa_Jgj3phYVMPTB19rksTKm-HJZODsIu4lvx3cWubI1ZJonnYxNXuf7qYv7xOnxHQ_1wxarpoX-Q_g_03aOKn/s320/IMG_20231001_142418.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiEIDTkEMWSgkOzvsf7dsK6y02nMn4_sonWhozd1ZYvjOxxkl7fIzaiUtDKIbUOmVL8CJf1NSzZwzHGnuMnO9daRdjrMgsHyGVzdq6UU5z76SlzZ_6edkP1QLAN3L4aB6OiYg8Z6PJqnsAnZIqC1EjreAeEeikHNzliBnKvyYlxDucl-LwjpwtqzCEY2l8/s3968/IMG_20231001_133014.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiEIDTkEMWSgkOzvsf7dsK6y02nMn4_sonWhozd1ZYvjOxxkl7fIzaiUtDKIbUOmVL8CJf1NSzZwzHGnuMnO9daRdjrMgsHyGVzdq6UU5z76SlzZ_6edkP1QLAN3L4aB6OiYg8Z6PJqnsAnZIqC1EjreAeEeikHNzliBnKvyYlxDucl-LwjpwtqzCEY2l8/s320/IMG_20231001_133014.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I recommend to visit the exhibition - </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">you have time <b>till 22. January 2024</b> -</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Berlin then will do anything to shovel a footpath free of snow for you: </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMdT0bhEzEuDzyvAGvaAReoM5RBJBr2BVj1W1orDTPonvTzplM0QQApP9_vxxo6nAf2dQTUMwrnrLdk_S0qE202Hx3k1uqpoWKY7YwdG1OJx92c-tDiI-mY2dJGanBZHgSVDHBwqM4eBOKnHNMzrWUupX-vyI4R7Jtw-ZGLcURIHPWxQwAmRDAnBy6wHgB/s3968/IMG_20231001_140015.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMdT0bhEzEuDzyvAGvaAReoM5RBJBr2BVj1W1orDTPonvTzplM0QQApP9_vxxo6nAf2dQTUMwrnrLdk_S0qE202Hx3k1uqpoWKY7YwdG1OJx92c-tDiI-mY2dJGanBZHgSVDHBwqM4eBOKnHNMzrWUupX-vyI4R7Jtw-ZGLcURIHPWxQwAmRDAnBy6wHgB/s320/IMG_20231001_140015.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">PS: I add a few words of <b>Florian Illies</b>' review in <b>DIE ZEIT</b>: </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">"<i>painting of negative resonances, of intrusive force fields which can make people lapse into silence through loneliness, fear and jealousy - or scream</i>." </span></div><br /><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-65228472039128064822023-10-04T15:30:00.005+01:002023-10-08T05:15:28.849+01:00Britta's Thrill of Speed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-6BKI0D48RpXeWbw-_KpfXYbmndf6xNEqfhxhX0EMMDiOSGIacsyoSzM2Z6mqU8U7QimN3UTMN_w38ht8DL8DAYOkjThZYDYv9-anM2qdlKPHEGNdPp0FhoydYowurnIGJ44OcG2mILCi1IE3vEqq-pTYPwU5NKM8GBBGWmgSmnOwegAE7YH17XI_Rzo/s3968/IMG_20231001_144355.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-6BKI0D48RpXeWbw-_KpfXYbmndf6xNEqfhxhX0EMMDiOSGIacsyoSzM2Z6mqU8U7QimN3UTMN_w38ht8DL8DAYOkjThZYDYv9-anM2qdlKPHEGNdPp0FhoydYowurnIGJ44OcG2mILCi1IE3vEqq-pTYPwU5NKM8GBBGWmgSmnOwegAE7YH17XI_Rzo/s320/IMG_20231001_144355.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b><i>Dear You, </i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">On Saturday I "hopped" to Berlin by train. </span></p><p><u><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>Because I can.</b></span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> 😄 </span></u></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I am now owner of a <b>BahnCard 100</b> - which I think is incredibly expensive, but that depends on how often you use it. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>For one year from now on</b> <b>I can take every train in Germany</b> - ICE, IC, Regio - <b>and every public transport</b> - bus, tram, underground, ferry etc I want without - <b>and as often as I want to </b>(haha: I might even consider living in a train!)- from now on, after bleeding a very big sum (in my eyes) - "without paying" anything. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Son convinced me: such a card gives me <b>spontaneity</b> and <b>freedom</b>.(Hopefully no nervous breakdown - no: I see it as a chance to travel before I am no longer able to).</span><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I used it first to visit the Oktoberfest in München: my train was too late when it arrived in Nuremberg - but <i>"One man's meat is another man's poison</i>" - this time I got the meat: an ICE train coming from Hamburg arrived 47 minutes too late - and I could just hop in and arrived in Munich at exactly the planned time. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">(Our once oh so <b>proud icon of punctuality</b> has become a <b>ruined</b> business - so very often late, so often chaotic - since it got admission to the stock exchange). </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Thus I now could go to Berlin - and stayed in my huge flat for only 3 days (hahaha: part of that Me-time is cleaning...) - well: arrival day = half a day, leaving day: half a day... </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Why not longer? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Well, Son had on the <b>Tag der Deutschen Einheit</b> (Day of German Unity) a decadal birthday, and being invited of course I wanted to join. So I returned - and enjoyed a beautiful Birthday Party. (Brain still works: I recognised a man who asked: "<i>Do you know who I am</i>?" "<i>Of course</i>", I said, "<i>you are Niklas</i>." I have a very good memory for faces - last time I had met him was the day they got their A levels of their grammar school... "<i>Well, I doubted because I have less hair these days</i>" he muttered - yes, yes, maybe - but I don't suffer from less imagination :-) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I am highly interested if I will use my card the way I want to. In Berlin I was very happy: I could visit the exhibition on <b>Edvard Munch</b> - and will tell you in the next post. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b><i>Yours Truly</i></b></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><b>Britta</b></span></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-6703226109521206932023-09-24T12:42:00.004+01:002023-09-24T12:50:47.893+01:00The Oktoberfest - die Wies'n - in Munich 2023 <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9vKmxAhx0UcQi9OU1ZqD7_3xW46fbkwmTbvefJqWdop18GDTIdwBlftdq64Vmv62EAiMKL7iH9yHzt_QfS978sjerD5RRvfg9lJOB7tT6Kk1QXFjU3lDdVj6ozWWB88-2zj17WUCq5_uznkoaIL34dK83rCFDV-uJKSY0V0j1jP7J4HxyEU4HJfTc1qlI/s3968/IMG_20230920_130724.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9vKmxAhx0UcQi9OU1ZqD7_3xW46fbkwmTbvefJqWdop18GDTIdwBlftdq64Vmv62EAiMKL7iH9yHzt_QfS978sjerD5RRvfg9lJOB7tT6Kk1QXFjU3lDdVj6ozWWB88-2zj17WUCq5_uznkoaIL34dK83rCFDV-uJKSY0V0j1jP7J4HxyEU4HJfTc1qlI/s320/IMG_20230920_130724.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>Dear You, </i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">can you imagine that Yours Truly was for the first time in her life (and she is no greenhorn anymore :-) on the Oktoberfest in Munich? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">I went in the early afternoon - many people already there, but not so many drunks. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Beautiful traditional costumes - Dirndl for the women, Lederhosen for the men (and Wow, they show off) - and of course floods of beer. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-F9euXwjq6gEGX0RjJCBMUPQ7o4FqSsn6YCK5H-88CzEpv2KmQCz7L-jHNFeFYrN9j1EpyOqFNFTKaj9ePmKu6mEzxsv-3HHCs-LST9i94XC1-zS3pmPKucdVEWdTDDUyag_wWNvwIBmS_H5eWRk3sq1p2GfnIPkuKu1LR9jmN-6eTjDNq966Ldi7589/s3968/IMG_20230920_131410.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-F9euXwjq6gEGX0RjJCBMUPQ7o4FqSsn6YCK5H-88CzEpv2KmQCz7L-jHNFeFYrN9j1EpyOqFNFTKaj9ePmKu6mEzxsv-3HHCs-LST9i94XC1-zS3pmPKucdVEWdTDDUyag_wWNvwIBmS_H5eWRk3sq1p2GfnIPkuKu1LR9jmN-6eTjDNq966Ldi7589/s320/IMG_20230920_131410.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: left;">The sun shone on a bright Bavarian blue sky - and for a moment I hesitated if I should repeat one of the joys of my childhood and youth: going around in a carrousel. The are even bigger than in the olden days - and signs generously offered "Half the price for people over 60!" What a chance! </span></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Afb8nTluJs4pS5HBpvZb-9_nHWrrakg9OmA7l32Okfs61FFl2vvtSXjobRIbTVbJh8dcbjerWAqnjj_Xfq8k9nOroBIiwUw5lNJd35Ci2OzUuzDXezqlekzMHTgnKC4-NIGWFp7UrBkcYLSPdLk5QXM0_eFU1cGmcpO4tJPVXoLNfQievZxAnCSYg3NO/s3968/IMG_20230920_131054.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Afb8nTluJs4pS5HBpvZb-9_nHWrrakg9OmA7l32Okfs61FFl2vvtSXjobRIbTVbJh8dcbjerWAqnjj_Xfq8k9nOroBIiwUw5lNJd35Ci2OzUuzDXezqlekzMHTgnKC4-NIGWFp7UrBkcYLSPdLk5QXM0_eFU1cGmcpO4tJPVXoLNfQievZxAnCSYg3NO/s320/IMG_20230920_131054.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Fasten your seatbelt - you'll need it! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">And up you go - you'll have a beautiful view over Munich! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Up, up !!! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiufPYhyM53YhtgWfqZBWvDhofR8FGPqQqLxY2xloV8oNsWtdqURoDOh7Juupk-tWZX6GdkSlYlaguvAL2adb4PYek9YeKiZGhF97BVWAAHBaVVDm_c2oEzk3qopV9q7HrJAyQnAYcNF7AMmmP-WUzvDuPbsQkhah79DOTNbBDA1Nrm0_HkbQE2mFTUjoX6/s3968/IMG_20230920_132033.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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font-size: medium;">Even that might be enjoyable - what kept me back was that they fall with enormous speed back to the ground (you have to trust the labourers who build up the plant). </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">And you have to trust your heart...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Well, after some consideration I preferred these hearts: </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwk2FMhaavXq2flkkHuGkAQJGgeu7z1Hw8uvrKv50FwPJPc0Xm7hCvgv0nNVpeZVyprkDjqfJOBnaipAqzbPYiS0hL24J_7-dWtBDjz8FhgrllhXwTQ_4ag1vfa26c9aMxhukM06aODIY6uqgSbPBacHIvxY6Xix9GCgXdlLOC3LJKkK9Etp6sXJ4eqfNR/s3968/IMG_20230920_130559.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwk2FMhaavXq2flkkHuGkAQJGgeu7z1Hw8uvrKv50FwPJPc0Xm7hCvgv0nNVpeZVyprkDjqfJOBnaipAqzbPYiS0hL24J_7-dWtBDjz8FhgrllhXwTQ_4ag1vfa26c9aMxhukM06aODIY6uqgSbPBacHIvxY6Xix9GCgXdlLOC3LJKkK9Etp6sXJ4eqfNR/s320/IMG_20230920_130559.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Though there were many exciting alternatives: </span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRXetzuCW5wbohypFzVqPDNcwEkeFqtK52Bd93M4uzikstylsdXLgcZ_ElEBwMoRczWjzJ3Xd04SgswuBNcuTllye7r-x_yLHfwxpLwnHOY9BjevO_lxf5JwcL5JqBAMtrSQeGezToK2XLLVpGJCaiZob_hg8ubQpEqxIorT9z_RC8jaHLzJYJwOLPc9KR/s3968/IMG_20230920_130034.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRXetzuCW5wbohypFzVqPDNcwEkeFqtK52Bd93M4uzikstylsdXLgcZ_ElEBwMoRczWjzJ3Xd04SgswuBNcuTllye7r-x_yLHfwxpLwnHOY9BjevO_lxf5JwcL5JqBAMtrSQeGezToK2XLLVpGJCaiZob_hg8ubQpEqxIorT9z_RC8jaHLzJYJwOLPc9KR/s320/IMG_20230920_130034.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPNaAtA5zUdxxRekxqNcMxWTkWkZs6LAzxEsCOELrGv6L4Qgtb6t9Z0cHM8UbNg71TbYi1Ez9IIflTuLmv1DCVdMeqOHRPQzTGOi2qrqYcvlmcm-jLafV1aqan53835VBGyO4RO0OizqoJtLWdSjBFEAdXi7Z0rEtwFQxIC7MnMkonqv404IDH9jI00oZ/s3968/IMG_20230920_125511.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPNaAtA5zUdxxRekxqNcMxWTkWkZs6LAzxEsCOELrGv6L4Qgtb6t9Z0cHM8UbNg71TbYi1Ez9IIflTuLmv1DCVdMeqOHRPQzTGOi2qrqYcvlmcm-jLafV1aqan53835VBGyO4RO0OizqoJtLWdSjBFEAdXi7Z0rEtwFQxIC7MnMkonqv404IDH9jI00oZ/s320/IMG_20230920_125511.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><b>"O'zapft is!" - </b>that is the traditional shout for the Oktoberfest (= die Wies'n) and means: "The beer cask is tapped!" </span><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">PS: And after two "Maß" = 2 Liter beer (and I only have to smell at the crown cap to become VERY bold) - I might change my mind and go up ... 2024 <i>maybe</i>... if Tom or Tasker join in, that is... </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span><p><br /></p></div></div>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-42407328853136918802023-09-18T06:04:00.003+01:002023-09-18T09:00:34.242+01:00Living Like Miss Read <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3dnw4Cbf3StUFpsBOXhBNPx2r4uH6iEGMNP6N-5Fgt8EOsVHcC2lAsAukP1ccc0V03Fp8PQBtDGjDoZj2DDd2FEDtWsbsho0m0zW0BRn36hLDvMx9H90p2x6w3cTqCGtOVlQ5CTB9VZKukjuNQQePsQMzZ8scw7gaYx8nWrEwSOhhS2wolOK-HCASJiKi/s3968/IMG_20230917_163319.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3dnw4Cbf3StUFpsBOXhBNPx2r4uH6iEGMNP6N-5Fgt8EOsVHcC2lAsAukP1ccc0V03Fp8PQBtDGjDoZj2DDd2FEDtWsbsho0m0zW0BRn36hLDvMx9H90p2x6w3cTqCGtOVlQ5CTB9VZKukjuNQQePsQMzZ8scw7gaYx8nWrEwSOhhS2wolOK-HCASJiKi/s320/IMG_20230917_163319.jpg" width="240" /></a> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large; text-align: left;"> </span></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi31_gI6KfzleF3W-KWc3Aqv5LZw80WaxtU4JI4-lgcDZTSmDIiyD0lUdLG8VMmYTaEKSyVc8PucZKxwRVxF_7rp6XKw6iFu15BHDzUbuk8zPtlXXbv-FlPFNNgKpXbjS7rAa9gChG3OmaaeOa0EHDOK4Kx6JMgeOtFCJnxkkXhpBTCxcKcejW4UWB_6qwv/s3968/IMG_20230916_161117.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi31_gI6KfzleF3W-KWc3Aqv5LZw80WaxtU4JI4-lgcDZTSmDIiyD0lUdLG8VMmYTaEKSyVc8PucZKxwRVxF_7rp6XKw6iFu15BHDzUbuk8zPtlXXbv-FlPFNNgKpXbjS7rAa9gChG3OmaaeOa0EHDOK4Kx6JMgeOtFCJnxkkXhpBTCxcKcejW4UWB_6qwv/s320/IMG_20230916_161117.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><i><b>Dear You, </b></i></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">imagine that you possess a crystal ball, put a record on your antique record player, hum along with the Rolling Stones "<i>I went to see a gipsy, to have my fortune read</i>" - and then tell me that I eventually would be part of Bavarian village life - AND enjoy it.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">If ever there was a City plant it would be me.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">And now I watch for the second time in my life how two with colourful ribbons decorated trees - felled the day before - are heaved up against the very blue Bavarian sky. The sun smiles benevolent, the fire brigade plays a brass song, the village people cheer - and then the "<b>Kär'wa</b>" starts. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">It is a <b>parish fair</b> - and in such a small village as this - yes, Tom: <i>no</i> shop, <i>no</i> café, that's why Yours Truly had to buy a car, 511 inhabitants - you soon know almost everyone, and that is nice. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Two days from afternoon till midnight you can sit on wooden benches and talk, eat cakes or Bratwurst, drink coffee or beer and feel good. The children enjoy it immensely - they sing ("<i>I am a village child and proud of it</i>") and rehearsed a dance, (and <i>no</i>: the two blonds in the photo above are not part of the triplets) and afterwards they run around while their parents are deeply engaged discussing the state of the world and drinking beer - and last year at night young men from another village came and nobbed the Kär'wa tree - revenge for the same crime the young men of this village committed the year before. :-) </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">All those joys I didn't know in a huge city. (And I very seldom drink beer). </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Yours Truly, Britta </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you wondered about the title: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_qqtPMNAD2u6jmwOAIhVDYVOyVm31-7ILVLD3KTHnXeh9QlcpBSZidfwgL_eY-_AhmNg4mJRNtljU3Q0jaCL00Az2a5SHwG-qmZb_2Q9zUt-uEBD6BtP9S6TNm73crjc5eYdkOE76d3ytgYyVMtQEEYMbMjU2j2_X-4SNp43r9cyjizxNuMgmNwxvduiR/s3968/IMG_20230918_070154.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_qqtPMNAD2u6jmwOAIhVDYVOyVm31-7ILVLD3KTHnXeh9QlcpBSZidfwgL_eY-_AhmNg4mJRNtljU3Q0jaCL00Az2a5SHwG-qmZb_2Q9zUt-uEBD6BtP9S6TNm73crjc5eYdkOE76d3ytgYyVMtQEEYMbMjU2j2_X-4SNp43r9cyjizxNuMgmNwxvduiR/s320/IMG_20230918_070154.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><p></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-51459218018700793442023-09-16T06:19:00.001+01:002023-09-16T06:20:12.157+01:00Royal Cauldon "Victoria", England. Est.1774<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh37H5N8mhfbHB_Ez39v_20LzlqMofkZcX1FnOOB48dA7kKT7eOnK0Z0qijtWsnfdOhPXD9HYb5NpSl9NVrOVx8RBPdobpaO24DlXRfqo49iZnv4mZneajpW6GWOCz3Sa4-ydolKQ4OzjwYcwNKyeMzneJOeC-ibf0L4wurBIzczpfr_XHrTDgcdlXWQpsP/s3968/IMG_20230915_222453.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh37H5N8mhfbHB_Ez39v_20LzlqMofkZcX1FnOOB48dA7kKT7eOnK0Z0qijtWsnfdOhPXD9HYb5NpSl9NVrOVx8RBPdobpaO24DlXRfqo49iZnv4mZneajpW6GWOCz3Sa4-ydolKQ4OzjwYcwNKyeMzneJOeC-ibf0L4wurBIzczpfr_XHrTDgcdlXWQpsP/s320/IMG_20230915_222453.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><b>Dear You, </b></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">yesterday I went to the "<b>Graffelmarkt</b>" in <b>Fürth</b> - a flea market which takes place twice a year. "Graffel" is dialect and means: "stuff" - well, actually I try to down-size my "stuff", hahaha</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">... </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">But the weather was fine, the little red train is on the rail again (after a month off absence - they try to repair the rail network of the Deutsche Bahn)</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">In Fürth, hundreds of roaring football fans clogged the way out of the station - "singing" and spurred by beer, beer, beer. I thanked God that I am tall and not shy, thus I managed to part the beer stinking crowd. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">The photo below gives a wrong impression, many visitors came to the market.</span><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwXVR3ansdftt0Oxz4DgNk4wcwkF6yuktAmWjeA7q5OahO87K9ZynuEJPYAmlvUHahj1HeugrHBIqIQn91zFE2LcT6EY8rDxdiPBj6VN0XJakKLFF7KGdxqGkV_IXXsKBVCWpnQ0Clg4r6fDPesWcgd5TEKcpfs2d2fmJqKR_gMN4bMS_gTuDUCZ6g1fzv/s3968/IMG_20230915_165404.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwXVR3ansdftt0Oxz4DgNk4wcwkF6yuktAmWjeA7q5OahO87K9ZynuEJPYAmlvUHahj1HeugrHBIqIQn91zFE2LcT6EY8rDxdiPBj6VN0XJakKLFF7KGdxqGkV_IXXsKBVCWpnQ0Clg4r6fDPesWcgd5TEKcpfs2d2fmJqKR_gMN4bMS_gTuDUCZ6g1fzv/s320/IMG_20230915_165404.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidI6VfqfCBQJoaD8kA34HrM1rQ6HvqGgZ9wVdJTYVJtJngZrcvx4Mhzl2ItfWcTUyypCcfrFoFQXENev6SftGENWtzs_51f-B1Ghbo4g_C3MtEUOJYEjuQJCCVH4HLBUL3UzukgPoX9w0kxY-Jx2Ql9q7FF33nSn3OuIeHDETdEb-AIWs9ZnHh2_i5UYne/s3968/IMG_20230915_164905.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidI6VfqfCBQJoaD8kA34HrM1rQ6HvqGgZ9wVdJTYVJtJngZrcvx4Mhzl2ItfWcTUyypCcfrFoFQXENev6SftGENWtzs_51f-B1Ghbo4g_C3MtEUOJYEjuQJCCVH4HLBUL3UzukgPoX9w0kxY-Jx2Ql9q7FF33nSn3OuIeHDETdEb-AIWs9ZnHh2_i5UYne/s320/IMG_20230915_164905.jpg" width="240" /></a></div></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">I enjoyed to visit normally private little yards behind the houses. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">When I was tired, I followed intuition, a staircase up to a little place. And there I found something! Not valuable, but soothing the heart :-) </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">In Berlin I have - beside my Spode - an (incomplete) vintage coffee service by <b>Royal Cauldon, Victoria </b>- I found it about 20 years ago when I still lived in Hamburg. In Fürth stood a few remains, e.g. a funny butter dish, but in my long life I learned to "<i>think before you buy</i>" (at least most times) and so I "only" bought three egg cups and two porridge bowls. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">They will join their "family" in Berlin soon! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-13753293880363112212023-09-13T16:33:00.001+01:002023-09-13T16:33:26.313+01:00Disrupted Days. <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHs9agMG3ZLjLWilrpAh92rotvNgpAoSsI-b3aWycY6PjLUOZfpjYN74BREAwn9ZO_4gQFeXaqkLZwNEGTnzwPorEn87wuB-W9X__s63cXAZmnH_TRm4xReu1SIX3LOL5gSQsVx7uu1OrvjjOIJSkZgB8JJbq-geXiemUWAQzJCgakuZhzHKlbt1UtvtvY/s3968/IMG_20230905_175024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2976" data-original-width="3968" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHs9agMG3ZLjLWilrpAh92rotvNgpAoSsI-b3aWycY6PjLUOZfpjYN74BREAwn9ZO_4gQFeXaqkLZwNEGTnzwPorEn87wuB-W9X__s63cXAZmnH_TRm4xReu1SIX3LOL5gSQsVx7uu1OrvjjOIJSkZgB8JJbq-geXiemUWAQzJCgakuZhzHKlbt1UtvtvY/s320/IMG_20230905_175024.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i><b>Dear You</b></i>, </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">this is no complaint. It's just real life - and revision of some expectations that did not consider all possibilities. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">The triplets had their fourth birthday - and two days later kindergarten started. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">The beautiful kindergarten is in the next little town, and my son brings them there, and my DiL brings them back after they have eaten their lunch. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"><i>That was the plan.</i> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">But every child, even when they are triplets, is different. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">The "twins" have more difficulties in adjusting and letting Mama go - the third, single, is the star and jumped into her group (each triplet joins another group, which I think is a very wise decision of their parents). </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">But soon all adjusted well. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">But then the first got a cold, with fever - so she had to stay at home. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">The second had to be collected after one&half hour in kindergarten = familiarisation time for her, decided the Kindergärtnerin. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">So I looked after the lively but sick one, DiL went by car to fetch Number 2, then, 2 hours later, she had to fetch no.3. (I have a car but do not drive the children - I think the responsibility is too great). </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Two days later, no.1 was healthy again - and of course you guess what happened? Now no.2 was sick. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">So: DiL and I are looking forward for a "normal" day. </span></p><p><b style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Yours Truly</i></b><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> , (a bit flustered) </span></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-79949661222040463392023-09-05T08:41:00.000+01:002023-09-05T08:41:00.806+01:00Light and Clouds <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieLEGR7Bp510zrdMhwsj6sCNzlFdVGQbhO9WGs13hawBHBYTLIzDbaMgyjanqHig9vA3x_JuDypIvcZEPXMcPlB1pF55uM6WphQQnxP2o_-iOhOIQ8bNo_LSMNA6RktLeBJ5ykaOzApnjwc6h15HU9_9WhglKEVhy1leQBDGfjqEsnYaGYeBomKuLbANPm/s3968/IMG_20230808_141329.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieLEGR7Bp510zrdMhwsj6sCNzlFdVGQbhO9WGs13hawBHBYTLIzDbaMgyjanqHig9vA3x_JuDypIvcZEPXMcPlB1pF55uM6WphQQnxP2o_-iOhOIQ8bNo_LSMNA6RktLeBJ5ykaOzApnjwc6h15HU9_9WhglKEVhy1leQBDGfjqEsnYaGYeBomKuLbANPm/s320/IMG_20230808_141329.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Parisienne; font-size: large;"><i><b>Dear You, </b></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">with blogging it is as with other things: if you don't find time for it waiting makes it difficult to start anew. So much has happened in the meantime, where to start? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">When I was a child and had learned to swim I still hesitated to jump from a small jetty into the Klopeiner See in Austria. I stood and stared into the water. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">First my father tried bribery: "<i>You'll get an ice cream when you jump!" </i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">But what is an ice cream (which at those times we didn't get very often) against dear little life? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Eventually he lost patience. While I still stared he came behind me - and suddenly he gave me a push into the back - I remember that very well - though "well" is not the right word... </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Yes, I had a hard childhood 😁- but also the audacity to ask for my ice cream when I arose. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">So: now I'll plunge into blogging - without a push. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">The picture above is from the wonderful exhibition: </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> "<b>Clouds and Light. Impressionism in the Netherlands</b>" </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">in the beautiful museum <b>Barberini in Potsdam</b>, which the Flying Dutchman and I visited during our stay in Berlin. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;"> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQwUuTzfKuY">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQwUuTzfKuY</a> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">It was such a treat! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium;">Next time I'll tell you about our holiday on the isle of Sylt. </span></p><p><i style="font-family: Parisienne;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Yours Truly, Britta </span></b></i></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-56476628059575729842023-08-22T14:12:00.006+01:002023-08-22T14:14:05.466+01:00The German Cancellor spends 40.000 Euro per year for a make-up artist - and pays that with our taxpayers money!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiorliqZ2Ek-nfY0IPJdXWYXASZnKOWRDP4731u-tZ8gTLJAbrT1AQzwy7AQIZYzzwExAmneYGY5Ze6zkA09THtOZZ-kkW5l7GtrC4KFzrnYaO2z2A0amWrdMeL4V6eDAf86Ecxt23JAZ6xGII3amjHQ-mymHaJUQO8YZJBvsnZuRL3zDk-T7qmVPefcN6t/s3968/IMG_20230811_151259.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiorliqZ2Ek-nfY0IPJdXWYXASZnKOWRDP4731u-tZ8gTLJAbrT1AQzwy7AQIZYzzwExAmneYGY5Ze6zkA09THtOZZ-kkW5l7GtrC4KFzrnYaO2z2A0amWrdMeL4V6eDAf86Ecxt23JAZ6xGII3amjHQ-mymHaJUQO8YZJBvsnZuRL3zDk-T7qmVPefcN6t/s320/IMG_20230811_151259.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /> <span style="font-size: medium;">Hi, I'm back again. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">We had nice weather on Sylt, then I enjoyed fine weather in Berlin, and now I am back again in Bavaria. No complaint, but 33° C every day is a bit trying - I most often stay indoors, and walk or go to the fitness studio only early in the morning or evening. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">My bloodpressure and blood sugar are low - that's why I want to get upset and that is easy: </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I read that the <b>German chancellor Olaf Scholz </b>uses <u>our taxpayers' money</u> to try to make him look better - (I think he doesn't need a hairdresser :-) </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><u style="font-weight: bold;">40.000 Euro per year! Only for make-up artists! </u> (<b>1 Euro</b> = 0,85 British pounds or 0,59 Australian dollars, or 1,09 American dollars)</span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Just to give you the opportunity to compare: </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>a woman who works 40 hours a week as a saleswoman </b>in Germany will have <u><b>at the end of <i>a year's work</i> "30.172 Euro" (averaged, and gross)</b>.</u> So she will have to work a little bit longer to earn the money he spends for -- <i><b>for WHAT??? </b></i>How does he look without that service? </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">But compared to our foreign ministress (female politicians nowadays insist on being called that) Olaf Scholz spends "peanuts". (Though one has to add 510.000 Euros for photographs of him, also paid with our money). </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">She, <b>Annalena Baerbock</b> (yes, the one whose plane twice shed all the kerosine, <b>each time 80 tons! into the sea!</b>) needs <b>136.500 Euros per year for make-up artists and cosmetics.</b> From us. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">One person is better looking and doesn't need so much of our money: <b>Christian Lindner</b>, <b>minister of finance</b>, he <u>only needs 650 Euros </u>- and that only for photos. (No, I haven't lost a few zeros). </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>PS</b>: Above you see a photograph I took in Ansbach, a beautiful little town. It is the mirrored outside of a café - a distorting or fun house mirror. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I prefer the word distorting for what I wrote above - I cannot see the fun, sorry. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">You know that normally I do not discuss politics, and I am not envious. But this, I think, in times of high inflation, is immoral, in bad taste, and scandalous. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><b>More fun next time - promised! </b></i></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-51352508314039600902023-07-13T06:17:00.000+01:002023-07-13T06:17:13.879+01:00" Travellin' (Wo)Man"<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3abS3LB7hThHG9npmoaGdXOze7xlQr62OE-yy92yuNgQBZPPPaFTHLDJqkfewOsFRL20zmcpZsMRizdBcmPp1ZG3nDLbSU-1iv_egrUJNx2_Gkd3_kv_xxgHgOCaupHvtR_jp1GmtuFCHCz5m0Sla7fEWQ2Nd2d00m8qm8VOnXudhqd4jQOJTOil-AmVe/s640/London%20u.%20Hans%20in%20Hastings%2009%20037%20(Small).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3abS3LB7hThHG9npmoaGdXOze7xlQr62OE-yy92yuNgQBZPPPaFTHLDJqkfewOsFRL20zmcpZsMRizdBcmPp1ZG3nDLbSU-1iv_egrUJNx2_Gkd3_kv_xxgHgOCaupHvtR_jp1GmtuFCHCz5m0Sla7fEWQ2Nd2d00m8qm8VOnXudhqd4jQOJTOil-AmVe/s320/London%20u.%20Hans%20in%20Hastings%2009%20037%20(Small).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i>Dear You,</i> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">it's time to travel for a while. I need new vistas, I need a change, I need world. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Look at the photo above: it seems ages that I took it at the V&A. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">In front of my huge balcony window the swallows are gathering, still exercising their young ones to fly. Soon they will be gone. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">As I. Only for a few weeks. Then I will be back. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Take care! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i>Yours Truly, Britta</i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-74515178421699383222023-06-09T19:19:00.002+01:002023-06-09T19:19:32.918+01:00I just have to tell you...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmebRGEoT-ZVzCh0Y5FByDuTLqVPx4VlfiB4Zq_X3MtIT_BmVkdhxMpc-CB31cO5xqouFw2RDr5jQsSKE7A6BfWAaiinfW8T0ucxVBSYGNIwKRVrp9GP6wwl1oEyYc8mYB7l5bGY1OuC_SuUyTQyW_gNAwxNgTFUzq10wiUnjIJF83zouXlx5m19xQlA/s3968/IMG_20230528_135008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmebRGEoT-ZVzCh0Y5FByDuTLqVPx4VlfiB4Zq_X3MtIT_BmVkdhxMpc-CB31cO5xqouFw2RDr5jQsSKE7A6BfWAaiinfW8T0ucxVBSYGNIwKRVrp9GP6wwl1oEyYc8mYB7l5bGY1OuC_SuUyTQyW_gNAwxNgTFUzq10wiUnjIJF83zouXlx5m19xQlA/s320/IMG_20230528_135008.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i><b>Dear You,</b></i> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;">it was such a beautiful symmetry: </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">in number, in age and in the way they sat. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">This afternoon I sat on the sofa and was reading a story to the triplets - one sat on my lap, the others snugged closely at my left and my right. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">And when I lifted my eyes I looked straight on three very young sparrows - sitting on the balustrade of my big Bavarian balcony - watching us intently. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">They hadn't just landed to draw breath while learning to fly - they deliberately stared at us for at least five minutes. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Both young folks looked highly interested at each other. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">It was an unforgettable moment for us. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">PS: The view from the window above I took at castle Caputh in Brandenburg. I am never quite sure whether you are interested in a more detailed portrayal of historic buildings I visited, or if you think that boring - please give me a hint. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><br /><p></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-31716692438193757712023-06-09T14:22:00.002+01:002023-06-09T14:22:39.231+01:00A very strange fashion...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC8HYD6RekfqtQghBHOqE2B0peVqlJFTpWX-AcSkjw7JGi51l9Q1qAWLWrc0dQ-ejgFxq8dUm3VyUxHgtPjo464FATyVWfmrpyvX2XUuvhNcKsxAHO2x7-rlJisAbmS0PB0acuaVlXnzylgU_KftFe10m8C8k_twd7nAg4NPqczylO-K-AuXUwxhz-qA/s3968/IMG_20230530_105414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC8HYD6RekfqtQghBHOqE2B0peVqlJFTpWX-AcSkjw7JGi51l9Q1qAWLWrc0dQ-ejgFxq8dUm3VyUxHgtPjo464FATyVWfmrpyvX2XUuvhNcKsxAHO2x7-rlJisAbmS0PB0acuaVlXnzylgU_KftFe10m8C8k_twd7nAg4NPqczylO-K-AuXUwxhz-qA/s320/IMG_20230530_105414.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><i><b>Dear You, </b></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I know, I know... it is fashion now, and deep in my heart I should be thankful that it is so ... instead of grieving Highheels (oh my poor back!) - where you needed a man at your side to grab his arm if you walked on the slippery Jungfernstieg in Hamburg where they had the extraordinary idea to put marble slates as pavement - in a city which has as often rain as London...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Yet I look disapprovingly into the mirror. My skirt is still wonderful and fitting (I bought it 17 years ago in Hamburg, though didn't wear it very often - most time I am a Jeans-type, so practical, especially now with grandchild-triplets).</span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Normally I never tell if a garment is new or old - I take a compliment and smile. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">But those awful looking comfortable plump shoes... </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I hunted through Berlin for something cozy AND a bit more graceful. Well - at least a tiny weeny bit. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">I found a less ugly version - French, of course. Sort of tennis-court shoes, small, no high plateau sole (the photo is not correct here). </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK1VJarDYVEMRh5cbq8wWE44gyn7TxXTgqYP8AcmieFdVZ-AX4K9wtzexXtjo_JGxW0yA_l0xJYuguUS7CraDIdWj_2zR3zZgnyoS1zZyrM3BSWaxW4sizi8Duq3Ql2vAgjACtNjT9mpy08Kmg4y9pj79uPlcQ_2OTgKGEC463Z28Pz9nPSkLKLMeSUQ/s3968/IMG_20230601_183924.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3968" data-original-width="2976" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK1VJarDYVEMRh5cbq8wWE44gyn7TxXTgqYP8AcmieFdVZ-AX4K9wtzexXtjo_JGxW0yA_l0xJYuguUS7CraDIdWj_2zR3zZgnyoS1zZyrM3BSWaxW4sizi8Duq3Ql2vAgjACtNjT9mpy08Kmg4y9pj79uPlcQ_2OTgKGEC463Z28Pz9nPSkLKLMeSUQ/s320/IMG_20230601_183924.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Happy and comfortable, </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><i><b>Yours Truly </b></i></span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">PS: Do you remember about ten years ago, when I had those wonderful light white leather ballerinas? By Jeremy Scott for Adidas - they have little white wings at the heel - I floated through Berlin. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p>Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.com11