… schlummbelum-belum …

I very much like the fact that the Tag der Arbeit  (Ger., Eng.) is celebrated with a day off. I slept in after a night of weird dreams I sadly can not recall, this time I really have interest in them. I woke up several times and had the impression that it was much earlier than it actually was (awoke at five, thought it was about eight in the morning), and when I went back to sleep I had the impression that the dream’s action would simply go on, as if what I had done or “was in” would simply continue. I only “really” slept , dreamless & undisturbed, in the morning and awoke at noon. All this is very unusual for me. Over the last days there was a bit of tension and stress around, but things seem to have cleared up. Now it’s time to finally write down this damn piece about the village’s fountains – yes, I still haven’t done it, shame on me !
Spring took a break, cool weather, grey skies, now and then rain. This morning they erected the Maibaum (Ger., Eng.), with hum-tata and beer, well done lads. While driving I often listen to the Bavarian State Radio’s station 1, and I am a bit astonished how they work on “Bavarian identity” by emphasising “traditions”, be it the maypole, be it “Tracht” (= traditional costumes) – happily spinning the yarn about “age-old” origin and descent of these set pieces. They should know that all this is purest 19th century romanticism, inventions for a purpose in order to construct a kind of identity for a newly formed state, the brand new kingdom of Bavaria, by the grace of Napoleon. Perhaps as a “Franconian” I’m a bit too critical, or I simply do not like the hypertrophied old-Bavarian “mia san mia”-ego, it always smells a bit of stale Weizenbier.
BTW in Munich finally a museum was opened that deals with the history of the Hauptstadt der Bewegung (Ger.) ; Munich was remarkably reluctant to tackle this topic over the last seventy years, while Nuremberg, the Stadt der Reichsparteitage, attacked this heritage a bit more offensive.
While the look into the news of this week was mostly frightening, I find one thing a bit outstanding : There is the small chance that what we call the universe is in fact a hologram, a kind of projection then. Perhaps it’s all shadow-play only, and some of the players got awfully drunk and rude, that could explain some of the murderous nonsensical atrocities one has to watch while stumbling over this planet. On the other hand, those responsible for blossoms, flowers, petals and scents did a fine job. Oh, and cats too, of course.