Britta's Letters from her life divided between city-life in German's capital Berlin and life in a Bavarian village

Tuesday 18 October 2016

Patience... Solitaire...Banana Solitaire...



I'm not blessed with it. PATIENCE , I mean. 
At the moment I take "Patience" - that's how we call your "Solitaire" - literally, and try to learn the game.  
For a long, long time I regarded it as an utter waste of time - the voices of my late parents urged me to do "something meaningful" instead.(I still have difficulties to watch TV in the afternoon!). 
But better late than never I try to free myself.  
I take small steps, patiently. On my own.  
Though Bananagrams, which, after Amelia Bullmore (wonderful DCI Gill Murray in Scott&Bailey) mentioned it in an interview, I ordered impatiently (the English version of course - and please don't laugh at my humble attempts) is even more to my gusto: 






“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves" as our poet Rainer Maria Rilke said in "Letters to a Young Poet". 

I'll try. Have BUNCHes of them. Questions BANANAS!!! 


144 files for a Bananagram Solitaire. 

PATIENCE!! (Otherwise you go bananas)



Saturday 15 October 2016

I believe In Kissing

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When I was in Vienna in August, I lost my pink Pashmina - in a tram, (well... after visiting a Heurigen(Wine)-Lokal, with son and daughter-in-love). And as hard as I tried: I didn't get it back. 
So sad, because I loved it very much, it had the perfect Pink. 


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"I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles." Audrey Hepburn 


Me too!






Friday 14 October 2016

Ambiguity of Entertainment


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Well -- I am not insensitive to deafening silence... :-) 
AND I see myself more being cheerful than nagging about Nobel Prizes in Literature.
So when I came back from the Museum für Fotografie - this time I had seen photos by Helmut Newton - such beautiful women he photographed! - I hummed a little meaningful tune, it went like this:  


"Don't follow leaders, 
    watch the parkin' meters.  
Tra-la-la, tra-la-la, 
Rum-tum-tiddle-um-tum."

Knut, my little red Fiat 500, stood outside on the street - sulking, because he is very, very rarely moved. The son of our caretaker grinned broadly when he saw me: "You'll move it?!?" he chuckled. 
"No", I said. 
"Why?" he asked. 
"Because I have found such a perfect parking place". 
Now he ponders if I meant it. "The Ambiguity of Entertainment", that's it.   








Thursday 13 October 2016

Yes: There's always Something...naked...

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In Germany we say: "With a tear in the buttonhole". You say "With a tear in the eye" - ours might come from the parsimony of 1 tear in the buttonhole of a suit - a more manly version of showing feelings :-) 
This morning a Berlin radio moderator announced the winner of a competition - prize: a voyage to Cuba with the whole team - task: the chef has to come to work stark naked. (No place for a buttonhole or a tear). Winner: a doctor who will come nude to the surgery - and work that way - all day long. 
That doctor volunteered - argument: "As a dermatologist my patients have to undress in front of me too - so it's only fair." 
Aha. 
I hope that the few doctors I have will be able to pay their travels with the money they earn from us private patients (One handshake: 150 Euros, in combination with a smile: 250 Euros). 
Why the tear in my buttonhole (or on the Gaura on my balcony - took a photgraph yesterday - it is still raining - but isn't it lovely?) 
Well - at the moment I have lots of work to do. That's why I'll change the style of my posts - at least for a while - to shorter impressions. 
As the sign on German phone boxes in the Sixties urged: 
"Make it brief!" (Haha - I :-) - anybody knocking at the glass door?) 



Wednesday 12 October 2016

There's always Something...


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Dear You, 
Fire on the roof of the Europa Center in Berlin yesterday - thank God nobody of the 1500 people who work there was hurt. 
The building is 103 meters high and was built between 1963 - 1965. As a pupil visiting Berlin with my classmates we all thought it the highest fashionable store we'd ever seen.  
Yesterday I came from the Museum für Fotografie, where they show an excellent exhibition by Bernard Larsson: "Leaving is Entering" - with photos from 1961 - 1968. Then I saw the smoke and grabbed my smartphone (NO, not the Galaxy Note 7 :-) and took some pictures. 

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What people bemoan most: the huge Mercedes-Star on the "Icon of City West" doesn't turn around anymore (if you try hard you might see it middle-left) - it is ten meter high and turns around 1,9 times in a minute, never stopped since 1965, when the Center was built. 

PS: But today all is fine: it turns again.  







Saturday 1 October 2016

Grateful

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L' été c'est fini ..

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... and I feel thankful for such a lovely, lovely solitary summer! 

Here a part from George Herbert's poem 'The Flower


...And now in age I bud again, 
After so many deaths I live and write; 
I once more smell the dew and rain, 
And relish versing: O my only light, 
It cannot be 
That I am he 
On whom thy tempests fell all right. 



Monday 26 September 2016

Boring for England?

No, I don't want to bore you. 
So these photos will be the last ones from my visit to London I'll show you, promised.   
They are more traditional, because Rachel complained that the others "could be everywhere"- 
These ones NOT

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Ha, you might think: now I've got you! These could be from Paris! 
Maybe they could - but they are from Battersea Park
Glorious! 

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And can you believe that the father of my friend Trish accompanied Mr.Churchill to the Wannsee-Konferenz? 
And that I saw a letter to her father, written by him: 


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PS: "And what do you think of Britta's Dream Aga, Sweetie?" 
                                                  
"Absolutely Fabulous!"


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... and VERY British 

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And this I found - I swear - in London -  Street Art you could find anywhere? 
:

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Anyway: I will return. Again. And again. 
(Promise to myself)

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