Or rather, who? Where do you draw the line between historical journalism and propaganda?
Actually I´m not really sure why this bothers me at all. Because people don´t know if to be upset or not? Because we went through this sad, mad chapter at school over and over and over just yet again? Because I myself fail to differ: Is this historical interest or is this the right wing extremist in disguise?
A publishing company reprints all the newspapers from 1933 til '45. At least they planned to do (now, do they have copyright or not?). Some copies were sold - No. 3, "The end of Democracy" is sold for 1 €, as you can see here (german). Police confiscated some of the copies.
Heck, I don´t even want to use the words, you know which ones.
Misusage is feared of. Agreed.
History is known, and, believe me, our history is known very good to us.
So what might be the point of reading the original words, the slogans and all that?
What do other countries think of papers like that being sold throughout Germany (again)? What do you think?
Or am I just over-sensitive? Who is the witness of that time, the written... words?
So far, many people are upset.
Addendum: Ingo said, aww, well, there was even a movie about the hoax of the H. Diaries, Schtonk!. I think this is different. Different to all the originally written words/slogans to be read over and over again to perhaps memorize them. Especially at times like these. No?
I ordered another 10 without ham in my old hometown! :-)
Took off work at 11:15 (started 6:15 and worked ahead all the last days) and had a nice and important arvo with my dear Bro, my personal Pizza-Da-Nico-Delivery-Boy!
Well. Actually the Elephant of The programme with the Mouse! Which I learned is on air also via Astro TVIQ in Malaysia, Brunei, and Indonesia! (In English then, as is the link).
My colleague and me always take care we surprise the other one for Birthday with presents you can consume (at least part of ' em). So, since she finds me drinking tea all the time in winter, I got this:
The Elephant is the Dreamer, hence it´s Day Dreamer Tea. Better keep that a secret from my customer, I suppose, might implify I am the Day Dreamer!
And, well, what can I say. Those guys are even older than I am! Since 1971 the show is running uninterrupted! Actually like myself if you count pre-birth! :-)
Yes. I admit. Ingo and me love to watch "The programme with the Mouse" on Sunday Mornings. Gotta resume that "tradition"!
Three days ago my Mom - I don´t know how we met the subject - told me on the phone I´d said at age 14 I´ll never have kids. I thought I was 17.
I was 14 when my Dad asked me if I wanna have his shop! The "shop" meant: jeweler, optometrist, watchmaker and hearing aids. Not a small one, huh?
I grew up missing my parents there, so NO, I said, let me sleep over it (yips, clever at age 14, though first thought was NO) and then next day I said, no, thank you. My Bro has it now.
Now. Oh so often I wonder if I made the worst decision in my whole life, having no kids. I´m too old now, getting to year 37 tomorrow.
And my Mom said, I´d never be able to handle a baby. Anyway. ANYWAY!
And that hurts, how can she know, you always grow with the stuff you get, no?
I don´t know why this hurts (and it hurts so much!) - or why I really put this online. Maybe to remember. To the Child I never have. I could have handled! I could have hold you properly, there would have been no reason to be afraid! Maybe I would have been too careful, but I bet I´d let go with time and let you be... whatever. This was not meant to be.
I feel sorry for friends of Ingo who so very much wanted children and biologically failed. They don´t have enough money to adopt a child. And here I am, selfishly throwing all the chances away. Maybe one of us failed biologically, too? I´ll never know.
I wonder why my Mom´s words did - do - hurt so much, even three days after she said them.
I just love it! You take pics, put them together nicely, drive to a drugstore, put your media in the machine and have them printed for little money so darn fast!
And, tadaaaa:
I´ve been thinking about buying a digital Photoframe. But. Pfff. Would I use that? I can use the computer for slideshows. But the "real" pics I see everytime I walk past them.
First day back at work. I thought I´d have a hard time getting up so early again. Nope, was awake some minutes before the clock ran and felt fit!
But driving was a real pain. I hate snow and ice, had to concentrate so much, I needed a break when I was there! Way back home was easier, cause not dark. But still it sucks. They say we might go down to -20C, hopefully not here! Fingers crossed it gets warmer soon.
How about "Mambo"?! Turn on the sound! That´s hot! :-) Any guesses what this is all about?! See... it characterizes us pretty much:
This man, Herbert Groenemeyer, is in really desperate need of a parking space. Oh, yes. I can so relate to this. Especially since I´m such a poor "parker"!
And, well, yes! Doesn´t he sound totally desperate?! ;-)
Humor. You think this is nothing that might characterize a German? Wrong, you are on this one, sometimes at least!
The lyrics, if you´re interested:
I hate nothin´ more than bein late sun is burnin´, it´s hot in the car people honking a whole concert I wanna get to you and am stuck here, shit!
since hours I´m curvin´ around motors dronin´in my ears I don´t find a parking-lot I will be late, my dear
You´re seated with coffee and cake and I keep searchin´
meter maids in every corner lurkin´ like pathers you cannot leave the car here just give it up they´ve got everything under control
since hours...
motor´s cookin´ pulse as well slowly I do panic, getting soppy unbelieveable, those masses of cars
don´t they have a home?! I wanna get to you
since hours...
German:
ich hass' nichts mehr, als mich zu verspäten die Sonne brennt und im Auto ist's heiß ein Hupkonzert wie von tausend Trompeten ich will zu dir, nun steh' ich hier, so'n Scheiß
ich dreh schon seit Stunden hier so meine Runden es trommeln die Motoren es dröhnt in meinen Ohren ich finde keinen Parkplatz ich komm' zu spät zu dir, mein Schatz
du sitzt bei Kaffee und Kuchen und ich muß weiter suchen
an jeder Ecke steh´n Politessen lauern wie Panther, zum Sprung bereit hier kannste nicht parken, das kannste vergessen haben alles im Griff, weit und breit
ich drehe schon seit...
und ich such' hier rum
Auto fängt an zu kochen Puls an zu pochen werde langsam panisch, klitschnaß geschwitzt es ist nicht zu fassen solch Automassen haben die kein zu Hause, ich will zu dir
