Feel Me Grip

Everybody may dream. I dream of moving to another place. With a bit more space, a room for sleeping only would be very nice. A bit more space, so that I can actually reach my books and do not have to move furniture before I can go through a shelf. And last but not least, a place away from screaming mother-of-the-year in the appartement below, a terrible dumb nuisance.
I mean, I lived out junkies, drunk Russians and party-happy students, sooner or later they all learned to be considerate of neighbours, the people in those flats around them ; this stupid bitch (excuses, but its justified) is resistant to any kind of complaints. Every time I am ready to go down there, another neighbour walks up to her door, either slams his fists against it or presses in the bell button, and depending on the daytime and the degree of noise & abuse tells her calmly or yells at her to shut the fuck up. Happened only this afternoon. Then it’s quiet for some (two ?) hours. Afterwards the yelling starts again. It is time to take action and to get her out of here.
So I dream & look at houses, around here, in other parts of Franconia, in Hohenlohe : farm houses, land houses, Aussiedlerhöfe (farms outside villages, in the middle of the land that belongs to them), forester’s houses, and of course houses of historical value, listed as landmarks (Denkmalliste). I am in no way able to afford one, forget about the cost to make a ruin habitable, but everybody is allowed to dream.
There are some specialised agents, and of course the list of sellable landmarks (Liste verkäuflicher Denkmäler), run by administrations.
Over time there are some places (advertisements) I like to visit again. I notice when prices are going down, when offers are changed ; some are sold easily and fast, others are like lead & nobody seemingly touches them. Some come with a lot of land (forest, meadows, fruit-groves), with Wasserrecht (water law – does this word exist ? –  especially old mills), some are in disrepair and nearly collapsing, others are neatly re-constructed and ready for moving in.
My favourites are an old factory for oat flakes – in fact it was built as a grain storage facility before WWI, so lots of space ; a converted farm-house in the area here ; and a kind of “Landhaus”, built seemingly in the seventies, in an area where normally building and housing is off-limits. The last two are basically inhabitable with little work, but come at a terrible price (the view, the location). The factory does not carry a tag, it is advertised as “günstig”, keen ; looking at it I counted the windows, more than seventy (!) ; replacing these alone would cost some hundred thousands of €. But one could plan and lay out a wonderful large garden, a park even … ach
It’s less the actual moving I dream of, what causes a lot of work and stress, but the idea of moving to another place, cutting some things off, while keeping some that are worth keeping. And of course going through the stuff : In fact I want to burn a lot of things, not only papers – my world is made from paper after all – but also some things. I do not want to take these to the dump or “recycling-place”, “where they can find a new owner” – GOd, what kind of speak is this ?
These are things I possess and I want to get rid of them and I want them to be destroyed : I want to burn them. Even when I have to use  a chain-saw, and I learned to handle such a machine – I want to use it on these things. This actual desk for example that I hate. It’s not the desk’s fault, it’s its history, what I connect with it, all that I want to get rid of – a nice fire would be good. Same goes for a lot of papers – a nice little or not so little bonfire.
Anyway, it’s not in sight. Soldiering on. And of course, when one learned to read, and write, and listen to music, one is never alone, but always part of a conversation, regardless whether the partners in this conversation are long gone and physically dead, or actually living in the same world.
Now, if I only could get rid of that epitome of ignorant brutishness that lives under me ; without using my bare hands, preferably … this would help, really.

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16 thoughts on “Feel Me Grip

  1. Nothing worse than drunk Russians. Living with a hoarder, I’ve gotten use to wine rings left behind on stacks of books and piles of papers that occupy every horizontal space available.
    If you move to a larger space, it would only give you more room for “stuff”. It is in the genes.

  2. If I recall correctly, real estate prices in Rothenburg ob der Tauber seemed quite reasonable. What a place for a Historian to live … and for “a friend” to visit!

    PS: I think most of the tourists are gone by the end of the day.

  3. You know I totally understand, don’t you? I had an itching, burning frustration. Fortunately, I had a lovely friend who was able to accommodate me. I can offer you a spare bed if Boy isn’t with me and a sofa bed if he is, if you can find the funds to runaway here for a bit.

    Dump the extraneous stuff anyway. Even if it’s not in preparation for the move, get rid of the stuff that is making you grit your teeth.

    I will also be ridding myself of this desk for the same reasons. I’ve dragged it around after me since 1991 and I’ve had enough. I need to replace it first, then there’s a bonfire with its name on it.

  4. Well, it is autumn – the traditional time for bonfires, so you have an excuse to burn, burn, burn!

    And if a shouty, unreasonable neighbour just happens to fall into it, all the better!

  5. Ah James, I can imagine drunk German hooligans would be worse for me – because I could understand the abuse they shout. The Russians – one just has to get the point when they get brutal – and jump !
    I have something of a hoarder in me, but I think I am ready to get rid of stuff now. After all when I moved to this place seven years ago (?) – when I started this blog, first it was a blogger outfit – I had one room less from what I had earlier. There IS too much stuff in here, but I think it did not grow, and it’s time to get rid off things. In my case it would be mostly paper, I think.
    I once helped to clear an appartement of an hoarder – it was amazing. There were for example not only one, two or five flat irons, but a dozend or more. All cleanly & nicely wrapped. Stuff was stored, so that only small paths were open. And it was by no means grubby or dirty – it was an amassement of things, some even in their original wrap. I have no clue how that woman survived in there. It was a four room flat, stuffed to the brim with, well stuff. I worked there for two days, all in all, I think, it took three or four people four days to clear the space.

    Rothenburg is a real alternative, von LX. And I do not mind the tourists, at least there’s some live on the medieval streets. I think it is a very quiet place in other seasons. If I had enough money to be independent it surely would be on the list.

    Thank You for Your sympathy, dear Z. All that shouting is really a nuisance, and a bonfire can be something like a “Befreiung” too – I am not sure about the translation of this ; the English words my dictionary gives me, all have some second meanings. For me it would be a mixture of liberation and riddance, leading to clearance. “Clear” is becoming more and more worthy.

    So sagt man, dear Anna K.. But I did not choose this bed, that is : my neighbour. But things will change. Really.

    Yes Roses, I think I know. Thank You for the offer, but there is no runaway in sight. I need to get rid of things here – it’s choking me after all. I dream of space, bloody luxury.
    Funny that you mention a sofa – I always slept on sofas for at least forty years, I think. The last one I brought to an upholsterer and when they started to put it in parts, they found that it needed a whole re-construction, so it was simply useless. The thing was at least seventy years old when this happened and it had already seen some refurbishments.
    I had no qualms about throwing it out, despite the fact that it was one of the very few things I had inherited from my grandparents. No, I am not too much linked or glued to things around me. It’s the paper that is difficult. And I want to burn these papers, just to be sure.

    HA – the witch speaks ! But in this case I’d prefer to move IDV.

  6. So eine bloede Nachbarin! Sie gefaellt mir garnicht .. :-\
    I wish for you a house. But, alas, I’m afraid my wishes for you have no power. However, you are very welcome to come visit me. You can have the whole downstairs. There would even be room for lx to come visit. Just give me some warning so I can get rid of the dust elephants.

  7. Ach Schnuggelsche – des is so lieb von Dir ! A sofa would do – see my answer to Roses.
    BTW It’s strange with that wishing / influence thing, some are really out of reach, I’m pretty limited.
    The mother-of-the-year is relatively silent today, I only hope she’ll keep her mouth shut over the weekend.
    I am glad to receive a Lebenszeichen from you Foam dearest, hope all is well with You, no trees jumping at your house.

  8. Thank you for the compliment Fanny Love – minor economic troubles hinder this next step in my career at the moment.

    Like Heroin and books, dear Mr Peenee – thank you for dropping by !

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