It started yesterday, and shows no inclination to stop. The forecast tells us that the temperatures will sink continuously over the coming days to minus 15° Celisus at night, while through the day also minus 5°C are in reach.
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Tag: village
Pizza With All
I may have mentioned here my neighbour, who sits in a wheelchair. Every few months we talk about having a pizza, delivered from the local soccer club’s pub. Monday is pizza day there, and every round flat cake is notably cheaper, delivery in the village included. This Monday they were sold out at 18:00. I decided that we would have the marvellous spciality on Tuesday, simply because we had been talking about this for months, always something came up, and I wanted to put an end to this endless saga of missed opportunities.
So my neighbour phoned for pizze on Tuesday, and it was delivered by the man who always delivers pizze. We had a little chat, I had asked about business. He said that on Monday the pub was allowed to open, they got all permissions and had followed the rules – one single guest showed up. But they were working like madmen with the take away / home delivery.
Then he realy got excited and told me that there is no virus at all. He had worked as cabdriver before the “lockdown”, he had international guests like Chinese, Japanese and other people, no one was sick. He did not get sick, nobody wore masks. Pointing to his homemade device that was dangling around his neck, he said : “This is only for the law.”
There is no virus, and in the end it is a conspiration of “the gouvernments”, worldwide. I looked dumfounded, and he delivered the final blow : They want to get rid of Trump. “Twentyseven hotels and golf courses are closed, they want him to go banquerott !”
Besides this imho fully acceptable endeavour, it is their chance to cement their rule and take away all civil freedoms, because there will be compulsory vaccination soon, and “when you get an injection, you will be chipped like a cat !” I really did not understand what he meant and said so, and he demonstarted to me how this evil operation would happen. He formed his left hand to a fist, showed me where the injection would happen, and slap-bang there is a chip in your body that enables constant surveillance. He litterally crouched himself down to the ground and gesticulated upwards to show me how “they” would watch over him. But of course, novody will chip him ! He will rip this demonish artifact out of his body, it may be as payneful as it may be, but he will pay this price for his freedom.
I did not ask for further details. These were enlightening five minutes before my neighbour’s door, thankfully no reptiloids involved.
It was my first encounter with a full grown man, who believes seriously in these phantastic theories. I am still baffled.
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Sunday Music
What a fitting title – because a sun-day it was.
I went out and it was pretty sobering. Not that I had been drinking through last night, but actually walking in the sun showed me clearly that this infection is still not gone totally. After some hundred meters I was coughing an wheezing, but I chose to ignore it.
While on my way I clicked some photographic images, here are two to illustrate how this day looked.
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Middle of October may be a bit early for a Christmas lp, but “My Favorite Things” is a nice little song, here in the version of Mr Kenny BURRELL (Eng., Ger.) from his album Have Yourself a Soulful Little Christmas (1966) (Eng.) … aaawwwhhh ….
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Hope You enjoy the music. May the week be peaceful and sunny for all of us !
… bumblegrumble …
Ach … the clothes are in the machine which is quietly rumbling away. The room is cleared, reasonably, at least one can turn around without brushing stuff from tables – as if I had tables here – or move without raising plumes of dust. Things necessary are bought, even some unnecessary stuff, no need to go out then. Dishes washed, kitchen surfaces cleared, oh what a difference this makes ; bottles brought out.
Some things dealt with via computer, so even the desk appears to be less cramped, less paper.
Time to do something serious, like write this damn article. “… you’ll feel even better once you’ve got your article done …”, as IDV remarks absolutely aptly in the comments to the previous post, because only afterwards I can turn to the flotsam & jetsam. Good to learn btw that IDV’s blog is now reachable again, seemingly he has sorted his French troubles out.
“Write an article” – pfff, sounds a bit pompous, doesn’t it ?!
It’s just a very small scribble about a place here in the village. Promised the terrible text months ago to the friendly lady who runs this historical working group (“Arbeitskreis”) that prepares some notes about the must-see-attractions of the village. All in connection with the “Landesgartenschau” that will be held in the neighbouring “city”, and from what the adjacent villages wish to benefit in the form of visitors, tourists etc. This leads to general cleaning and brushing-up, planting of trees, revamping of garden benches, the demarcating of foot trails for avid wanderers including signs so that they don’t get lost in the Franconian wilderness. And when they stand at attractive points of interest they can point their smart phones on a sign with one of these squares that have a special name I forgot, get an internet connection and a smart voice (sometimes mine) explains what the wanderer sees – for example the “Roman Bridge“. Or tells what there is to know about the fountains – I happily got rid of this assignment – or the church, the library, you get the idea.
And I am stuck with the most unrewarding topic imaginable, even worse than the cemetery : Ein Schießplatz ! A military shooting range. Good GOd … I have a problem.
I can not think of one way to make this thing “attractive”. Especially because it is not used now for some years – the visitors will stand in front of a carefully closed metal gate decorated with a bit of rusty barbed wire – of the Nato kind with razor-blades, not the original German one.
The adjacent nice city on the banks of the river Main is today advertising itself with “Baroque” and “wine” – both things are fitting. But the city always had a military side too – remember that the most eye-catching building when you approach the town, is after all a fortress sitting on a hill over the civilian settlement. Through the nineteenth century, as Bavarian town, there was a garrison. And of course the military built-up in the 1930s did not pass the baroque beauty : New barracks, a large new military hospital, some bunkers were built in the area of the city – and a shooting range for small arms, Handfeuerwaffen (weapons you shoot while you hold them in your hands, like pistols and rifles, single action, half-automated, fully automated) was constructed on the Eastern area of this village.
On the Western side was an artillery shooting range that ignored the village’s borders. Now and then the cannoneers missed their targets and fired their grenades into the villagers’ gardens, GOd they had to learn somewhere, n’est-pas ?
The Schießplatz was used by the German Wehrmacht (“Where the fascist forces learnt their trade”- ?) until the end of the Wehrmacht. The place was put in use again by the Bundeswehr sometimes in the late fifties (I think) and at some (unknown) point taken over by the American Forces, until they relocated, reduced their forces and military bases in the whole of Germany and Middle Europe and regrouped worldwide. Then the Schießplatz was handed back via the German Federal State to the community, the village I live in – and since this day the village wonders what to do with that installation : Mountain bike fun arena ? Airsoft-blamm-splatter arena ? Just ignore and let it become a habitat for what-ever-wants-to-live-there ? No clue at all. Accepted all round is only that the public coffers are empty and that private housing is out of question.
And what do I tell the happy wanderers ? Ach …
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