BR-Sinfoniker study on aerosol emissions – culture

Classical musicians are the most pragmatic people in the world. On every tour, unforeseen problems have to be solved spontaneously, a wrong hotel booking, a bulky instrument that gets stuck in customs control – everyone has to back off. Musicians are also curious, they want to know everything exactly. And so the Berliner Philharmoniker had research carried out months ago to find out where the sources of danger for infection lie at a concert, what role the active musicians play in this, and how high the risk of infection is among one another. The result? At least the audience can feel safe if the safety distances are observed. Safer than in the subway, even safer than at home.

Now the Bavarian Broadcasting Corporation has followed suit. A research group from the Ludwig Maximilians University in Munich and the University of Erlangen, together with the BR Symphony Orchestra (BRSO), had an even more detailed investigation than the Berliners, which instrument is specifically the most dangerous when it comes to the spread of Corona. Of course, it’s mainly about wind instruments, the other musicians can protect themselves and others with masks.

It is hardly disputed that aerosols, i.e. the invisible mist from the tiny droplets of the air we breathe, are the decisive factor for infection. This is denied, however, by researchers at Harvard Medical School. They point out that measles is transmitted by aerosols much more often than Sars-CoV-2.

The experimental set-up for the BR Symphony Orchestra looked like this: The wind musicians went into a dark room, took a deep drag from a nicotine-free e-cigarette and then blew into their instrument. In the light beam of the measuring devices it was now possible to determine with centimeter precision how far the aerosols were distributed around the musician. The surprise winner was the gentle transverse flute, which in the past 400 years has never been trusted to do anything bad. But now it turns out to be the main virus thrower, far ahead of the trumpet, which was actually suspected.

The flute sends a tsunami of droplets unhindered into the room

Because while most wind players direct the air flow into their instrument, the flutist directs the canalized breathing air into the room just through the opening in the mouthpiece. It’s like blowing on an empty bottle. So hardly a droplet of aerosol gets into the instrument, while a droplet tsunami rushes unhindered into the room. With brass players, on the other hand, the viruses have a long way to travel from the mouthpiece through all sorts of windings, where they sometimes remain condensed, and finally through the horn.

That is why almost all distribution values ​​are below the currently valid specifications of the professional association. Just the flute, it has to be three meters away from the person in front and two meters to the side. All other musicians can snuggle up to a distance of one meter and fifty. Cooperatives and accident insurance companies will now take a closer look; it is about claims and liability claims, that is, a lot of money and responsibilities.

The BR-Symphoniker have now calculated the dangerous situation down to the last detail and can be satisfied. Of course, you will not be able to bring large symphonic works to the stage in the near and medium future. You may even have to adjust to a repertoire that tends to be chamber music in the long term. And there is nothing against it, the repertoire from the baroque to the modern is huge.


Lights on: Hans Hütt on the Corona period – culture

Last week I decided to take part in a study with a well-known vaccine against tuberculosis. Maybe it strengthens the body’s defenses until a vaccine against Sars-CoV-2 is available. The doctor said, “I’ll randomize you now.” The next night Sars-CoV-2 appeared to me and I dreamed this speech.

“May I introduce myself? You remember my step-uncle Mers and Sars? You did not understand their message. The two were my heralds. They served me as scouts, as surveyors. They checked your defenses, they tested our antidotes, and…” they devised lists of how to bypass their defenses, while I was getting impatient with the bats after a long time of waiting. I’ve always longed to change my regular host. You know that? I was getting bored with the bats. In the bat I floated through the night and came close enough to you to smell what is so tempting about you. You are the ideal breeding ground for my reproduction. You guarantee me immortality. Every opening in your body (every!), Every opportunity that you use to party, eat, drink and dance, every time you get too close, every unwashed hand with which you pick your ears and noses, rub your eyes, wipe your mouth wipes or pulls a thread of meat out of your teeth, it serves as a gateway into the Garden of Eden – your body. I’ve studied your defenses long enough.

Every next generation in which I multiply (for you it’s milliseconds, for me it’s eternity) accelerates my propulsion. If I get far enough over your mucous membranes, you will notice that I have arrived in you. Hosanna, I now whisper to myself! Whatever you do now, sleep, drink, sweat, take refuge in home remedies, a liqueur, an aspirin, it is unsuitable. Are you sweating? The easier it is for me to zoom up and around you. Do you mobilize your body’s defenses and your T cells? They serve me as lunar shuttles in your space. You serve me as a fire accelerator, as a breeding ground, to conquer the world with and against you. If you think I’ve left you again, I’ll be waiting in a pupal shape for the next opportunity to torment you, tomorrow, in a month, maybe in a few years. I will turn you into fit sick people.

Now comes the fortissimo of my song of praise to you people, now there’s another round on the house!

No organ that I have not long since explored, no cell that did not serve as a sleeping and breeding ground for me, I will stay with you. Because I have a mission. If you can’t manage to destroy yourself yourself, I’ll take the helm and do the whole job. If a gush of fresh blood comes, I cling to every bend (you have lots of bends inside too!), I clump up a few blood vessels, they are still too small to be discovered, an ow for me, soon an ow for you. You have enough to do with the swelling supply of fresh sick people not to waste your attention too much on those who have recovered. Your rehab experts have understood this because they are confronted with so many symptoms that they cannot classify or that they have no remedy for. But now comes the fortissimo of my hymn of praise to humanity, my favorite host, now there’s another round on the house! The virologists are still groping around in the chiaroscuro of their findings. In the crowd, as my best accomplices, you yourself ensure that I prosper and become unstoppable.

Covid, Covid, Covid a superhero is screaming and pretending to have overcome me. The madness it spreads makes you ready for my next wave of attacks. In your midst, a milieu thrives that neither wants to hear nor feel, that defends a freedom that once constituted the social fabric that made you so strong, but which could now tear, the fabric that held your society together. No longer touching yourself, no longer being allowed to come close, awakens in you an insatiable longing for exactly that. This is how you defend your freedom and blind to the consequences, to my plan to harm you. You misunderstand distance laws as encouragement to mock compassion and mindfulness for your own kind. What you have called your cohesion is now experiencing an ordeal, which I am working towards so that you, through your own efforts, with my help, will finally perish. Have the honor!”

I woke up. Ever since I was randomized, I’ve had to pretend I’m positive because my roommate was tested for related symptoms. The result “will be available soon”, it said. So long we avoid each other in the shared apartment, we disinfect everything we could have touched, we sniff our own breath through the FFP2 masks. The weather is late spring. Good for bitch Lola and me. It is my daily consolation and it is the source of my resilience to endure the unbearable even without a double-blind study. Your fur has just been de-felted, hosanna, we can smell and taste!

The publicist Hans Hütt, born in 1953 on the Lower Rhine, lives in Berlin. Michael Althen Prize for Criticism 2014. Most recently von Hütt was published by Dudenverlag: “Wild Years, Kühne Träume – Language through the ages”.


Corona donation from Dolly Parton: The mother of the Covid vaccine – culture

One of the greatest stories about Dolly Parton is when Elvis Presley didn’t sing a song of her after all. It was 1974, one of the typical anecdotes in which the phone rings one day and everyone thinks it was a joke. Dolly Parton was a star herself at the time, at least in the American country music district, but it was still amazing. Elvis wanted to record one of their pieces, said manager Colonel Tom Parker into the shell. Parton, then 28, a singer and songwriter from Tennessee, was freaking out with happiness.


How Corona frees you from feelings of guilt: Tips from Eva Sichelschmidt – Culture

“And this sleep spread over the whole castle: the king and queen, who had just come home and entered the hall, began to fall asleep and the whole court with them. Then the horses slept in the stable, the dogs in the yard , the pigeons on the roof, the flies on the wall, yes, the fire that flickered on the hearth went still and fell asleep, and the roast stopped sizzling, and the cook, who provided the kitchen boy, with something had wanted to pull his hair, let go of him and slept. ”

Sleeping Beauty is the fairy tale of the hour for me. The solution, avoidance and negation of all problems lies in sleep. The world would be a brighter one if most people stayed home and got some good sleep. Sleep as much and as long as possible, as passionately, as enthusiastically as they usually eat, drink, fuck.

Sleep as the ultimate pleasure!

If you suffer from insomnia, even spring days darken, not just in times of the pandemic. I know what I am writing because I was sleepless for over twenty-five years. With the first child, the torn nights began that never turned into running dreams. The second and third children almost stopped sleeping.

The pandemic succeeds in what the combination of sleeping pills and red wine never did

Two or three hours at a time, then vague fears threw me out of sleep. I turned and turned in search of more bearable perspectives, more comfortable lying positions and more beneficial thoughts. At 4.48 a.m. at the latest, the problem skewer was rotating at the highest cooking level. Sweats drove me to the balcony in my shirt on winter nights. The sharp-edged night carved existential needs out of small adversities with increasing skill. Soon she managed to prolong the agony deep into the day.

And then Corona came.

Contact restriction, the world is closed, and that in November. So how do we come to light? In the SZ series “Licht an” you will find personal stories from autumn 2020.

  • Time of tenderness

    Endlich ist Schluss mit den Lockerungen, in Wien ist alles wieder still. Dazu die Kälte. Schön. So kommt der Mensch zu sich. Über den Lockdown in der österreichischen Hauptstadt.

  • Thalia Kinos Filmgespräch Fühlen sie sich manchmal ausgebrannt und leer Regisseurin Lola Randl *

    Zeit für Trüffel, Sauerkraut und den Liebhaber

    Die Tage werden dunkler, die Pandemie bedrückender. Wie kommt man da durch?

  • Lutz Seiler Corona Licht an

    Es rauscht im Kieferngewölbe

    Was hilft durch die düstere, bedrückende Zeit der Pandemie? Gespräche auf Bänken mit Stulle und Thermoskanne – und Selbstgespräche unter Bäumen.

  • 'GOLIATH96' Premiere In Hamburg; Katja Riemann

    Man will nicht allein sein

    Grüner Tee am Morgen, Pfefferminztee am Abend und dort in Kontakt gehen, wo es möglich ist. Und es hilft in diesen Zeiten, mit vielen Mitbewohnern unterschiedlicher Herkunft zusammenzuwohnen.

  • Eva Menasse, österreichische Autorin; Eva Menasse

    Solange wir leben, bleibt das Beste immer möglich

    Ja, es kommen dunkle Wochen. Aber anstelle von weihnachtlichem Warenkapitalismus könnte es eine Zeit für das Detail sein, für die Überraschung. Und für die Dankbarkeit.

Der Pandemie gelingt jetzt, was die Kombination aus Schlafmitteln und Rotwein nie vermochte, sie schickt mich mit der zweiten Welle dieser albtraumhaften Krise in den Schlaf. Dabei hatte alles mit einem hysterischen Anfall beim Lockdown im Frühjahr begonnen, an schlafen war da nicht mehr zu denken.

“Wie soll es bloß weitergehen?” Diese Frage blähte sich wie ein Fesselballon aus tiefschwarzer Seide und nahm mich mit. In meinem Körbchen schwebte ich über die unterschiedlichen Sorgenfelder: Finanzen, Kindeswohl, Gesundheit, Erfolg… Gerade erst war mein neuer Roman erschienen, da war alles blockiert. Absagen ersetzten Anfragen. Die Buchmesse kam und kam doch nicht, Preise rauschten vorbei, Freunde zogen sich zurück, die schulpflichtige jüngste Tochter vereinsamte vorm Computer.

“Alles umsonst” war nun der Satz meiner schlaflosen Nächte.

Dann folgte ein lauer Sommer der Dankbarkeit, die Grenzen öffneten sich, im Süden durchtanzten wir zu zweit die Nächte. Alles war scheinbar wie immer. Aber die Sonne senkte sich wieder und die Infektionsrate stieg. Da kaufte ich mir ein neues Bett, stellte es in einen anderen Raum, legte mich hinein und schlief zum ersten Mal durch. Nun glaube ich wieder – nicht nur an Feng Shui.

“Ich war’s nicht, Corona ist es gewesen”, ist jetzt mein Mantra. Es ist, als hätte das Virus alle meine Schuldgefühle ausgelöscht.

Sechs Stunden Nachtschlaf beschenken mich mit einem ungeahnten, mir unbekannten Pragmatismus. Mein Dasein als Sorgenstaubsauger hat ein Ende. Beim Einschlafen lausche ich in die Stille der Nacht, deute die Dunkelheit in “Hygge” um – ein nordisches Modewort für die altbekannte, verstaubte Gemütlichkeit – bevor mir die Augen zufallen. Bei Tage lüfte ich mein Schlafzimmer, ehe ich die Wohnung verlasse und in schnellen Schritten, mit nie gekanntem Elan die Stadt durchquere. Auch die viele Frischluft macht mich nun angenehm müde. Ich bin ein anderer Mensch geworden. Umgänglicher, wie meine Freunde behaupten.

Wenig passiert in den eigenen vier Wänden. Nichts wird verpasst in der Welt, oder alles. Wir können im Moment nichts ändern. Das beste, was ich tun kann, ist, mich still zu verhalten, mich auf mein Schreiben zu konzentrieren. Der Kulturbetrieb schläft. Die Kunst liegt hinter hohen Hecken im Vorwinterschlaf. Kein Kino kann mich in seine dunklen Säle locken. Kein Theater, kein Konzerthaus bringt Licht in meine gleichförmigen Tage. Einzig das Schreiben schützt mich vor der endgültigen Einschläferung.

Kein Brot backen, keine Briefe schreiben, nicht gärtnern

Das Telefon schweigt, im E-Mail-Eingang findet sich nichts als Werbung. Die Post mit den Kontoauszügen bleibt ungeöffnet. Neben dem Schreiben treibt nur noch eines mich an: Auch den Rest der pandemischen Nächte so gut es geht zu verschlafen. Ich werde kein Brot backen, keine Briefe schreiben, nicht gärtnern, nicht noch mehr turnen oder trinken. Aber auch nicht weniger. Ich will die kommenden stillen Tage ausgeruht meistern, will Trauer nicht mehr mit Wut verwechseln und viel Optimismus ausstrahlen. Und während ich das schreibe, muss ich an die Menschen in den Krankenhäusern denken, an die Patienten im künstlichen Schlaf und an ihre Helfer, die Ärzte und Pfleger, die seit Monaten ihren Schlaf in der Nacht opfern.

Jetzt gibt es Hoffnung. Das Licht, blitzt es nicht gerade wieder auf? Eine erste Rettung ist angekündigt.

Schon vernehme ich das Getrappel der Hufe des Schimmels, auf dem sich der Märchenprinz dem Schloss nähert. Gleich hagelt es wieder Ohrfeigen, gleich werden wieder Hühnchen gerupft, gleich macht ein neuer König mit seinem Hofstaat wieder Politik. Und die Horden feiern wieder.

Hoffentlich lässt sich der Prinz noch etwas Zeit.

Eva Sichelschmidt, geboren im Ruhrgebiet, lebt seit dreißig Jahren in Berlin. Im Januar erschien ihr neuer Roman “Bis wieder einer weint”.


Cinema news: Helena Zengel is Hollywood offspring – culture

17. November 2020

The twelve-year-old German actress Helena Zengel (“Systemsprenger”) made it onto the annual “Actors to Watch” list of the US trade journal Variety made. The film magazine announced its selection of ten actors and actresses whose careers should be followed closely on Monday. Variety refers to Zengel’s appearance in “Systemsprenger” and to her upcoming US film debut alongside Tom Hanks in the western “Neues aus der Welt”.

Helena Zengel at the Berlinale 2019.

(Photo: dpa)

Hanks plays a message messenger in 1870 who meets ten-year-old Johanna (Zengel), who was raised by an indigenous people. Among the ten chosen is also the Bulgarian actress Maria Bakalova (24), who plays Sacha Baron Cohen’s daughter in the “Borat” sequel, the Irish Paul Mescal (24, “Normal People”) and the US Starring Tiffany Boone (33, “Hunters”), Jayme Lawson (19, “Farewell Amor”) and Tom Pelphrey (38, “Ozark”). The group will be in a mid-December VarietyEdition presented. The trade journal has been directing attention to promising actors since 1998, who later became popular. These include Brie Larson, Lupita Nyong’o, Octavia Spencer, Mahershala Ali and Timothée Chalamet.

13. November 2020

On Friday, an alliance of the German cinema industry made an urgent appeal to the federal government to protect the industry against the consequences of the corona pandemic with a “cinema rescue package” in the long term. The request comes from the Main Association of German Film Theaters (HDF Kino), the companies Cinedom, Cinemaxx, Cinestar, Kinopolis, UCI and the United Service Union (ver.di).

According to the appeal, it is important to ensure that the funds promised for extraordinary economic aid reach all cinemas without exception – regardless of their size and number of employees. Otherwise, the renewed closings of all cinemas in Germany could result in a serious crisis for the entire industry.

The loss of earnings of all employees that occurred during the closure of the film theaters were largely compensated for by the cinema companies by increasing the short-time work allowance or a corresponding continued wage payment. In addition, the cinemas have made considerable investments in hygiene concepts in the past few months in order to be able to resume gaming operations. The renewed closure of the cinemas is now confronting companies with immense challenges, with unforeseeable consequences for the employees as well.

4. November 2020

The Munich Agreement of 1938 is seen in the history books as the epitome of cowardly indulgence towards Hitler’s war policy. Its main architect, British Prime Minister Arthur Neville Chamberlain, became a symbol of a misguided “appeasement”. In his semi-fictional bestseller “Munich” from 2017, the British author Robert Harris attempted to counter this image with a friendlier interpretation by Chamberlain. This is to become a Netflix film, with strong German participation.

The British Oscar winner Jeremey Irons (72, “The Affair of Sunny von B.”) will play Chamberlain, and the German filmmaker Christian Schwochow (42, “Paula”, “Deutschstunde”) will direct. The German-British cast also includes Sandra Hüller, Liv Lisa Fries from “Babylon Berlin”, Jannis Niewöhner, August Diehl, Martin Wuttke, George MacKay and Erin Doherty.

“Munich” introduces fictional characters from England and Germany who take part as diplomats in the negotiations between Hitler, Chamberlain, Benito Mussolini from Italy and Édouard Daladier from France. You will experience how the fate of Czechoslovakia is being negotiated, which is not even sitting at the table and has to accept the immediate cession of the Sudetenland to Germany. Everything to prevent Hitler from invading, which he then orders only six months later. The fictional diplomats already know more than will later be in the history books …

The film is to be shot in Germany and England and will appear on Netflix in 2021.

November 4, 2020: The German Film Award will be postponed to autumn 2021

Next year, the German Film Prize will not be awarded in spring, as usual, but on October 1st. The German Film Academy justifies the postponement with the effects of the pandemic. “The cinemas had to close again, film releases postponed and productions interrupted,” said Academy President Ulrich Matthes. The relocation should create more flexibility for distributors and producers “and of course we hope for advances in science,” said Matthes.

The German Film Prize is the most important national award in the industry. The approximately 2000 members of the German Film Academy vote on many winners. The prizes are endowed with a total of around three million euros, the money comes from the house of Minister of State for Culture Monika Grütters (CDU). Film producer Nico Hofmann is to take over the artistic design of the next award. This year, the Lolas were awarded in a TV program – the gala that was actually planned in Berlin was canceled due to the corona virus. The drama “Systemsprenger” won eight awards, including the Golden Lola for the best feature film.


Lights on: Lola Randl on the Corona period – culture

Then suddenly it was dark again an hour earlier, and it was very clear: We live in a small Nordic country.

The cranes gather in the depressions, at first there were only a few dozen, but now there are hundreds who sit there and moan. When I moved here, to the country, I didn’t even know where the screeching was coming from, and actually I didn’t even think about it. Now I know that it is the cranes who are gathering to get out of here in a joint action.

They are still flying back or forth in groups of 50 or 100, but actually they are waiting for the one sunny day to come, the day when the thermals are right. They will feel it when the day comes, and they will screech, a little more excited than usual, and they will infect the others, and they will screech too. And then, just after noon, when the soil will have warmed to the maximum, as much as it will never warm again this fall, then they begin.

The first rise and draw low circles over the group of others. But that makes the others too nervous, they have to mount too, they all have to mount, and then they feel the updraft under their wings and they know that this time they won’t land again to nibble on some more corn. No, this time they want to know. The thermals carry you up in spirals, thousands of birds, so far that you can no longer see them, until even the black dots that they are at the end disappear. And then they’re gone.

Actually, I should also travel to the south, I think. Two weeks, maybe three. Or even a few months to India. But it’s a pandemic. Even if you could go anywhere, there would be a pandemic.

My first therapist knew how essential escape is, at least for us modern individuals, who without escape are left with depression if you fail to attain mindfulness. The next therapist said I should face the problems, escape would be no way out. I’m thinking about making sauerkraut for the winter this year. The lactic acid fermentation preserves all vitamins and also drives uninvited guests out of the intestine. Actually, it’s not so bad that it doesn’t make any sense to think about fleeing. Whereby sauerkraut is also an escape.

Our Chancellor said that if we all stick together now, that we will have a nice Christmas with our loved ones. Meanwhile everyone knows that one shouldn’t raise that way, with threats. “If you are not good, then insert bad idea here.”

I ask the lover if we want to keep sheep in the meadow behind the lover’s house. Then we would have a common task. We could plant an oak grove and grow truffles on the roots. If we put them now, the first truffles could appear in five years. And the sheep graze upstairs. In autumn the new goats are slaughtered and the women graze and graze and have new children.

The man from whom we get the oak posts for the fence says that we have to be careful that the wolf doesn’t fetch the sheep. He saw the wolf running around the field in the middle of the day. The wolves drive the game in front of them, he says, and as soon as the wolf is in his territory, i.e. in the oak stake man’s territory, there is no more deer, no wild boar, nothing. You won’t even see a rabbit then, he says. Everyone fled from the wolf. And whoever is afraid is also hungry, which is why the game eats everything now. Such small pine seedlings, he shows with his hand, everything has been eaten away, they are all wolf damage. But he is not afraid of the virus, has fallen ill without symptoms, what is that supposed to be?

However, the swine fever worries him, he sells wild boar for one euro a kilo. African swine fever occurred in Germany for the first time in September 2020, I read later on the Internet where I actually wanted to order truffle spores. It is a viral disease that is transmitted from animal to animal. The animal then feels battered, exhausted, has a fever, cough, blood comes out of the anus and nose, after less than 48 hours the animal is dead, the mortality rate is one hundred percent.

So if I do, I don’t buy truffle spores, but a tree seedling that has been inoculated with truffles. The truffle is a mushroom and lives exclusively with the roots of a tree or bush. The truffle gives the root salt and water and the root of the truffle converts light into energy. The two of them cannot live without each other and do not question that further.

The mushrooms have a global mycelium, and their spores fly for miles. They are in constant contact with each other and only now and then do their fruits break through the forest floor and stretch their hats into the atmosphere. The lover says he’s in a bad mood because of the whole thing with the virus, and he doesn’t want to go anywhere anyway, he has already fled here. He tells the hunter that the city people love the wolf so much because they love nature, but the hunter says there is no nature here, there is only culture.

I don’t care now, I go to the woman who always brings vegetables from Poland and ask about white cabbage. I need: 8 kilos of white cabbage, 160g of salt, bay leaves, caraway seeds, juniper and a 10 liter fermentation pot, nothing more. The lactic acid bacteria occur naturally on fruit, vegetables and healthy intestinal flora.

Lola Randl, born 1980, is a director and writer. She lives in the Uckermark and published her second novel “The Crown of Creation” in autumn.


Berliner Philharmoniker: Forced Silence – Culture

Wagner with a full sheet? Not a good idea these days. About the enforced silence with the Berliner Philharmoniker, the power of music and aerosols that do what they want.


Renate Meinhof

Mozart, examined for aerosols: Dominik Wollenweber, English horn player with the Berliner Philharmoniker, here with his oboe as a test subject in an operating room of the accident clinic in Berlin-Marzahn.

(Photo: Renate Meinhof)

Doctor Firle, who is standing right behind the door on the first floor of building K, first measures the temperature. A lamp shines bright red. It beeps. Carl Firle smiles, a happy, slim man of thirty who has something urgent about him. “No fever. Great. Well then.” The door closes. At the last moment the wind smuggles a few leathery leaves into the hallway. “Please come on, then.”


Series: Lights on – Eva Menasse on Corona time – culture

The topic for the next few weeks? Let go, I think. The anger, impatience and rebellion, perhaps fear and despair then follow of their own accord. You can hold the window open for them while ventilating the air and bow in a friendly goodbye. Out with you. Our ancestors could do it better, “send themselves into the inevitable”. Unlike for them, our inevitable, our horror is limited, perhaps not just to the four weeks of lockdown, but to a tolerable time.

No, it is not unbearable, we have to endure it, if only out of humility towards previous generations, other parts of the world, other circumstances. When it’s all over, the virus will have stolen a year or two of our lives. That is much. But that’s also ridiculously little compared to those who lost their lives. As long as we are alive, any misfortune can turn into its opposite. As long as we live, the best is always possible. Conversely, it is the scandal of death, especially the avoidable and violent.

Perhaps one should darn socks and write a letter by hand every day

At this time of the year commodity and advertising capitalism usually breaks down on us with seasonal force, jingle, jingle, jingle bells, faithfully accompanied by the ritualized, in truth highly ironic comments about reflection, contemplation and their lack. But this year we have a real chance! What can we do locked in our apartments? Don’t tell me about digital cultural consumption, online yoga and cooking class webinars, don’t ask too much from you and others again.

I remember the funeral of an old woman many years ago who left her last wish that “on this day the children should not be scolded”. A toddler was sitting on the gravel path of the cemetery and stuffing the stones into its mouth, and his mother, the youngest daughter of the deceased, stood by, weeping, and let her. Her brother, the son of the dead, wore a Mickey Mouse tie for the occasion and no one scolded, even him.

This is roughly the spirit I wish for the lockdown of the next few weeks, the time when we normally fight at the cash registers. Maybe the children should be allowed to do everything (minus online) for a day if they swear to help clean up – it could be interesting what they really do then. Maybe you should dress up for a day, all closets are open to everyone. And everyone tries to explain why they wanted this costume. And those who refuse have to explain that too.

Series: Lights on

Contact restriction, the world is closed, and that in November. So how do we come to light? Personal stories from fall 2020.

Maybe the old photos should be looked at – since everyone looks friendlier in photos than they ever felt, this is an ideal project. Maybe you should paint and sing and make huge fish out of plastic waste that you hang on the ceiling. Perhaps one should darn socks and write a letter by hand every day.

The more remote from normal life (iPhone, Netflix, “Minecraft”, Payback card), the better. Maybe you should sit down and try to divide your life up to now into sections on a piece of paper. Suddenly, as if drawn by a magic thread, memories will emerge, one after the other: “You never told me that!” And always write down only the good, leaving out the bad. If it doesn’t work right away, open the window again. A lot of beautiful things will turn out if you make an effort.

Yes, dark weeks are coming. But we humans used to have torches against the dark, today we have flashlights. With this you can only illuminate a small section of the whole, but this one particularly well. When it’s bright and bright, everyone only looks at the biggest and brightest. We could stop distracting ourselves. It could be the weeks for the supposedly unimportant detail, for the inside look, the little surprise. It could be the weeks of gratitude, for not being a parcel carrier, for not having to turn over intensive care patients for ten hours, for not having to decide which measures will save us and which will not. Swallow the whistles, it’s all over.

In spring we see each other again, waving in the forest or park, the smile as big as the distance. The Queen said: “Better days will return.” She is 94 years old, she has seen almost everything, she should know.

Eva Menasse born in Vienna, has lived as a freelance writer and essayist in Berlin for twenty years. Most recently, the volume of short stories “Animals for Advanced” and the essay “Mind games about compromise” appeared.


Coronavirus: culture live online – tips for at home – culture

Because there is a risk of corona infections, concerts, theater performances and readings have to be canceled. But you don’t have to do without live events completely. A small, constantly updated selection:

#UnitedWeStream reports back with daily music broadcasts from the corona-related clubs. The club commission in Berlin announced that there will be a daily stream again until December 1st. In cooperation with Arte Concert, the first broadcast from the studio in the Aufbauhaus with sets by the DJs Lucia Lu, Roman Flügel and Sally C was planned. The organizers now number a good 2,000 artists who have played their program from around 430 locations in almost 100 cities worldwide.

The Berliner Volksbühne has stopped performing until November 30th and instead is again offering a comprehensive digital program. The discourse series “Position with distance” for example, which deals with the problems of structural racism and discrimination, but also deals with the economization of the health system. The current episode is about the colonial heritage in German cities and the question of how to deal with it.

The Munich Lenbachhaus also makes current exhibitions digitally tangible. “For example, discover Maria Franck-Marc’s ‘Dancing Sheep’ and other new acquisitions relating to the Blue Rider,” says the company’s newsletter. The project “Collection Online” should be regularly expanded to include videos and pictures from the exhibitions.

Brit Bennett presents her novel “The Vanishing Half” in three virtual readings in Berlin, Zurich and Cologne. On Wednesday evening at 7 p.m. the Literaturhaus Berlin will broadcast the event, which will be held in English and moderated by Hadnet Tesfai. The Literaturhaus Zürich will follow on November 18 at 8 p.m., the Literaturhaus Cologne on November 19 at 8 p.m. Angela Spizig will guide you through the evening, while Christiane Nothofer will read the German version.

“Hope@Home” is back. The violinist Daniel Hope will be giving concerts with guests in his living room in Berlin in the coming weeks. Every day at 7 p.m., Arte Concert broadcasts this live. Under the motto “Next Generation” Hope wants to promote young and freelance artists in particular. Pop singer Max Mutzke, horn player Sarah Willis and pianist Christoph Eschenbach have all confirmed.

The Brooklyn Museum in New York is showing costumes in an online exhibition The Crown and The Queen’s Gambit alongside pieces from their own collection. Visitors can watch the show, curated with Netflix “The Queen and The Crown” watch it for free on the Internet until December 13th.

The offer of the Munich Residence Theater for the partial lockdown. “Dantons Tod” will be available on the stream, and actors will read from “Annette, a heroine epic” by Anne Weber, which won the German Book Prize. The Resi is also re-launching its “Diary of a Closed Theater” series, in which members of the ensemble play in the empty theater or send videos from home.

And to note during the partial lockdown: London’s Old Vic Theater wants the full performance of the classic in December “A Christmas Carol” broadcast live on the net, reports the Guardian.