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  1. MPih, oh my goodnees, what a weird, funny story. 55555
  2. Yes, there is a special competition, a rivalry between Düsseldorf and Cologne. Now you have to know that Cologne is the ancient, venerable city, over 2000 years old. It may be that Caesar built a military camp here for his legions, and then built the first bridge over the Rhine to explore the east side with his legions. Düsseldorf is about 1200 years younger. For centuries it was a miserable, poor fishing village, later a small town. In 1288, the village at the mouth of the small river Düssel into the Rhine received its town charter. Düsseldorf only experienced its great upswing with the beginning of industrialisation in the 19th century. These small hints should suffice. one more small hint. When Monsieur Napoleon was planning his campaign against Prussia, he made the 17th century old town pub and restaurant "En de Canon" his headquarters 55555 Here is a picture of this Altstadt-Kneipe and Restaurant and Biergarten. Admin, khun Sanuk, I cannot load up a picture ... that is ridiculous .... ] I assume that you only have a certain megabyte of images available per thread.
  3. Yes, Herr Paul, Jugendherberge = Youth Hostel, right. The Düsseldorf youth hostel has a very prominent address; it is located on the western side of the Rhine, in the noble Oberkassel district. 20% of Düsseldorf's urban area is located on the western bank of the Rhine. This is where the residential areas of the " higher earners" are located; poeple with money. The rents for flats, apartments, are extremely high here; all very expensive. Oberkassel is a somewhat different, unusual and special district. About 20.000 passionate Düsseldorfers currently live here. Oberkassel is by far one of the most beautiful districts of our state capital. [Admin, khun Sanuk, I cannot load up a picture ... that is ridiculous .... ]
  4. Now to something else. Johann Sebastian Bach, and his influence on modern pop music. Stefan (my brother), Bernd (my friend), here we get confirmation of what we have been "researching" for about 50 years and suspect who in the pop world has helped himself to Bach, who has taken inspiration from him. We have often discussed this. Paul Simon, Paul McCartney, Procul Harum and even the Beach Boys. What were the 60s and 70s productive, innovative decades of pop music with really excellent people. And today on the other hand? Florian Silbereisen ... I get the green puke, I could puke. (Silbereisen is a german singer, musician and entertainer) Look here and listen. This David Bennett is really great. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4E8HUjxroFA All my readers should watch and listen to this video documentary. Please. Dear daughter Nina, dear niece Johanna, sit down at the computer with your father and switch on the loudspeakers and listen. Stefan, your father, can translate English into German for you. Stefan, you can also play some music on the piano. You know all the Bach pieces very well. When I think of today's young generation, I can only regret it. For 20 years in the pop world, it's been almost nothing but shit... ! For clear facts clear terms. This primitive techno boom boom, this RAP stammering of brainlessness and vulgarity can't be undercut anymore. All rubbish, crap, trash. This is not just rubbish, this is hazardous waste. These annoying noises (I refuse to call it music) are also played in the Gogo Bars at Nana Plaza in Bangkok. My Thai friends and I, we are driven out of the Gogo after a hastily drunk beer; we can't stand it anymore. The eardrums ache, the diaphragm jumps. We storm around the corner into the next almost empty beer bar. After a minute Khun Ott (well known from my travel reports; a former Phantom F-5 pilot) gained the air sovereignty over the notebook.Here the music is controlled and selected. We listen to Wolfgang Petry "Last concert at Schalke". I know, It's not exactly brilliant, but to what we just had to listen to, it's a step up. Ott, General Kwanbun and our flight captain Somyod sing along loudly; they are sure of their words, letter-perfect. They remember the german songs. The mood is rising, the Chang beer begins to flow in streams. For the German crowd here. Wolfgang Petry and his last big concert in 1999: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dUgKPhIgmlg I greet you all warmly. It is still November - maybe I will continue with my diary.
  5. On we go ... The question that is now interesting: Why did the successful and intensive reception only began at the end of the 20th century? My answer: It is the modernity of the picture. Painted in the baroque period, in the middle of the 17th century, around 1665, I think that this picture is completely out of the frame of contemporary painting of that time. The girl looks at the viewer, you can enter into a relationship with her, the painter has the face of the girl frozen in exactly one hundredth of a second as a fleeting, friendly smile over her face scurries, with her lips slightly open, as if she wanted to say something or as if she had just spoken. The picture also has the epithet "Mona Lisa of the North". She is not a queen or princess, she is not a noble lady or any other important female person of great society. In fact she is just "the pretty girl next door". Is she turning straight towards or away? "Hey, look over here for a second!" Anyone can make up his own little story about this scene. A short encounter in the stairwell. The boy next door – secretly fallen in love with that girl. He: "Hello, how are you? You look great again today!" She, snappish: "You don't have to bother, I already have a boyfriend." She turns away and leaves. Or a chance meeting at Jungfernstieg or on Königsallee (famous avenues or boulevards in Hamburg and Düsseldorf) He: "Oh, nice to meet you. What strange clothes are you wearing? Is it modern now?" She: "I was in the artgallery at the Vermeer exhibition. The picture with the famous girl can be admired there. You know. I got the beige jacket from the boutique just around the corner, the blue turban with the yellow scarf I got it at a Turkish tailor's shop; and the pearl earrings I bought in a junk shop for three Euro. Do you like my outfit? Do you like my clothing style?" So everyone can fantasise his own story. I'll stop... Here is the original documentation of the Dutchmen. This documentary was then dubbed into German and French (and possibly many other languages) and then shown on the French-German television channel ARTE.TV. The Dutch Jasper Krabbe and the painter Charlotte Caspers and all the other Dutch experts and art experts did a great job. For Khun Sanuk and the Dutch crowd here on the board: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qP-ZTRxUrgM Some explanations here; about 4 minutes - in English https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pM_IzEAv5d4&t=69s For those who are bored, here about 20 minutes https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eELs74YImaw&t=361s
  6. I will now continue with my reporting. We are in deep autumn, the days are already very short and the nights long, the temperatures are autumnally low, it is wet and cold, often foggy and cloudy. In addition, November is full of sad Sundays and holidays such as All Saints' Day, Sunday of Death, National Day of Mourning (commemoration day of the fallen and dead of the two world wars). In addition the Corona Lockdown. All this together creates a sad mood. Corona in Germany - Lockdown throughout November 2020 - all pubs, cafes, restaurants closed. All cinemas, theatres, museums etc. closed. The Bundesliga plays in empty stadiums. That is just terrible. Boredom sets in after three weeks. I make phone calls, have video chats with friends. I read a lot, research and browse the internet for interesting things and I've found what I'm looking for. I have written a lengthy email to my family and a few friends and acquaintances. Here is the revised version translated into English. Hello my dear people and friends, I am enthusiastic about a picture - a painting - and have been for a long time. Some of you will have seen the movie about this painting, maybe even read the book, the novel, written by the American with the French name Tracy Chevalier, about the making of the painting. It became a world bestseller; it was published in German about 2001 and was then filmed in 2003 with great success. You still do not know what the object of my desire is? This painting is actually a relatively young newcomer among the world-famous paintings of the Art history. In 1994 it was extensively and expertly restored and then went on a world tour of several years through many art halls and museums of the world. This world tour made the painting world-famous, it was celebrated. The people poured into the exhibition halls en masse, just to see and marvel at this picture and celebrate it. Then Tracy Chevalier wrote her novel about the creation of this image. The basis of this fictional history were the relatively few reliable data on life and circumstances of the painter. Then followed the Hollywood movie in 2003. This film made the painting even more famous and brought even more fans and museum visitors to this painting. A few weeks ago, out of boredom, I rummaged around in the media library of ARTE.tv and found some really interesting documentaries about this painting. The picture has been examined with the most advanced examination methods of modern high technology to reveal its secrets. "How could this guy paint such a picture? How did that guy do that?" Some Dutch official, interested in art, saw the painting at auction in 1881 and and bought it for about one to 2 Euros. 2 guilders 30. Aaaaaaaaahhh Ich krieg' die Krise = I lose it. Today this painting - at a worldwide auction at Sotheby's, where a few dozen billionaires would be involved in the race - would achieve 40 to 50 million dollars. Presumably that would still be a Bargain price. There is no upper limit; you already know "… on the open-ended Richter scale". We all know that such pictures are actually incompatible with money. So let us refrain from further thoughts and dreams. The title of the picture reads something like this: "The girl with the turban" or simply "Girl's portrait". In Dutch: Meisje met de parel - the girl with the pearl earring. ===> the dutch title is for Khun Sanuk, Marcel. It now hangs forever and ever in the Mauritshuis in The Hague. The mayor had to promise faithfully his people that this painting would never again be on tour; something might happen on the way .... The creator and painter of this work of art is Johannes Vermeer (1632 - 1675) Here is that famous girl: She is wonderful, isn't she? As you can see now, I did not promise too much. to be continued ...
  7. Cavanami, KLEINENBROICH is indeed a little town - around 10.000 inhabitants - not far away from Düsseldorf. But it is not in the north of Düsseldorf, it is in the west. You have to cross the Rhine bridges in a westerly direction. After about 20 km you reach this little town. It is located between Düsseldorf and Mönchen-Gladbach. This actually insignificant town Mönchen-Gladbach is known worldwide because it has this famous football club: Borussia Moenchen-Gladbach. Many very famous German national players come from this club. I only mention one: Berti Vogts, who comes from Kleinenbroich. Berti Voigts was World Champion, European Champion, and as coach of the German national team he won the European Championship in 1996. ok. ok. I stop here ...
  8. One seems to be certain now to 4.11.2020 against 22 o'clock CET: Biden has clearly won the election after all! Biden has won Wisconsin, in Nevada and Arizona he is ahead. Trump has no more chance. I congratulate Mr. Biden on winning the election. Why was Trump not re-elected, why did he lose? Let's have a brief brainstorming session: He is uneducated, has poor judgment, has no psychological empathy, chaotic decision-making style, his decisions are a confused pattern, an inextricable puzzle, resulting in a certain unpredictability. He has hardly any political-philosophical basis, has no well thought-out strategy; he does not really think politico-strategically. Beyond that: His unteachability and overestimation of himself, his mendacity and baseness. He has many other negative qualities that normally characterize a deficient person. One had to be constantly ashamed of this man in the White House. Trump has no chance of turning his defeat into a victory with the help of the courts. Trump has catapulted himself out of the Oval Office. He is a victim of his own deficient personality, his deficient, deficient character. If he had a perfectly normal average personality with a reliable character; if he had been recognizable as an "average American" in his appearance and actions, he would have won hands down. Guys, it's as simple as that. Hamburg, 10 pm - 4.11.2020
  9. For many weeks now I don't understand why there is such a hot and passionate discussion about DT and its voting out, his deselection here on this board. One thing is clear: The Americans will vote for Biden and Harris. However: No president before Trump pushed through major political innovations in the last 24 years, although the USA and the world outside the USA changed drastically: * enormously high debt, threatening increase of the foreign trade deficit, * Decline in confidence in the American dream, * growing tensions due to uncontrolled migration, * the power of the Internet monopolies, * Loss of foreign policy influence as the influence of China and Russia and Islamic ideology increases * open antagonisms within NATO etc. The three predecessors and the two big American parties did not have an answer to any serious change, some of them ignored it. With Biden/Harris an unimaginative policy will return. The USA will continue to fall behind: * economically * Their foreign policy influence will continue to decrease * culturally; the attractiveness of the American way of life will continue to lose its shine.
  10. To be honest, I don't understand why you are bashing each other's heads in, why you are discussing with heart and soul who will win the election. What are the good reasons why one should win and the other should lose. I don't want to discuss and judge the two candidates, their individual personalities and suitability, their political programs. The election seems clear: Biden will win the election - probably quite clearly. Now I venture a brief look into the medium-term future of the USA: Biden will not remain president for long; very soon his senile dementia will become so obvious that strong forces in the Democratic Party and also in the media (CNN, NYT and others) will force Biden to resign. Kamala Harris will then become the first female president of the USA. She will then - just like Trump - mercilessly realize her left-green-liberal political program. A few keywords: * Open borders for poverty immigration from Latin America. * Restructuring of the American economy to a "green", supposedly environmentally friendly industrial production method. * Moving away from nuclear energy towards renewable energies. * An aggressive domestic and cultural policy, which will be mainly directed against the white population; against their alleged racism, against their alleged privileges and advantages Harris is massively supported and acclaimed by America's intellectual elite and a large part of the mass media. Those were just a few quick ideas, a spontaneous brainstorming from me. But that's the way it will be. For a while a narrow majority of Americans will agree with it. But whether it will be enough for Harris to be re-elected, we cannot say.
  11. In times of Corona you cannot write trip reports about adventures and experiences in Siam. Therefore I am writing today about my beloved "Altstadt" = Downtown in Düsseldorf, the beautiful city on the Rhine, capital of the federal state of North Rhine-Westphalia. We - my family - have been living here for over 63 years. So it is my home town. This is where I went to school, this is where I spent my childhood and youth, studied at Düsseldorf University, this is where I met my wife, got married and got a daughter, who is 34 now. My God! How time flies! In 1989 I went to Hamburg on business, to a company right in the middle of the port of Hamburg. Since then my primary residence has been in Hamburg/Buxtehude. But my heart was always in Düsseldorf. After my stroke in 2012 I spend the summer half year mostly in our garden in Düsseldorf. Once a month, I go to Buxtehude/Hamburg for a few days to check on things in my flat and to work off the mail; and I spend one or two days in Hamburg City and in the world-famous and wicked, disreputable district of St.Pauli. By the way, in the course of the last 25 years (since the existence of the internet and the many Thailandboards - almost all are dead; e.g. the Secrets-Board) I have reported about Düsseldorf on various boards. It's interesting how many board members from the Anglo-American world know my city. So, let's start. Yes, the Düsseldorf Altstadt (Old City, Downtown) is something special. There are 150 to 200 Kneipen = bars, pubs, beer bars, discos, music clubs, cafes, restaurants and snack bars on just a few hectares. There are many places of entertainment and fun for every taste and for every age group. For about 55 years I have been a regular in the many pubs in Düsseldorf's old town. I enjoy my Altbier and the very special atmosphere of each location. I remember Petula Clark and her greatest hit „Downtown“ from the early 60ties: "When you're alone and life is making you lonely You can always go – downtown" The writer of this pop song must have had my beloved Düsseldorf Altstadt in mind. The next weekend I'm going out with my daughter and a few friends and have fun. The Kneipen, beer bars and music clubs and trendy locations of our beloved Alstadt are always fun. "The lights are much brighter there You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares So go downtown, things'll be great when you're Downtown" Here a panoramic view of the old town On a summer's day in Bolker-street, the heart of the old town. Inside a typical Alstadt-Kneipe. [NOTE: If her boobies are availably is unknown to me. I never asked her for barfine and longtime price. 55555] Here we have a MILF; 50something, the landlady of the jazz bar "Em Pötzke". Pötzke is great fun. Go there. And here's what's most important: Alt Bier from Düsseldorf; top-fermented dark beer. Here a photo from better and younger times; years before my stroke. With a few friends in a trendy pub called "Einhorn" = Unicorn trendy pub means in German Szene-Kneipe. Students, artists, bohemians, bon vivants and me. "Downtown - no finer place, for sure Downtown - everything's waiting for you" In our trendy Cafe Here in a famous scene cafe at the edge of the old town, called Bazzar. ====> https://bazzar.de/gastronomie/ A meeting place for the young, the beautiful and the rich. All qualities that do not apply to me and my friends. 55555 In this cafe we meet once or twice a week and discuss the current political situation in Germany. Again and again the common result of our long and heated debates: Germany is about to abolish itself! "Deutschland schafft sich ab" = "Germany is abolishing itself" is the title of a famous book by famous Berlin boy Thilo Sarazin from 2010, which sold over a million copies. The policy that has been pursued by the Merkel government for over 15 years: * the energy turnaround *the hasty and badly managed phase-out of nuclear energy * the switch to renewable energies such as solar and wind; also carried out amateurishly: electricity prices in Germany are twice as high as in neighbouring countries * the destruction of a key industry: car manufacturing * the Euro catastrophe, for over 10 years we have been saving the euro; the debts are rising to immeasurable levels; the ECB is now drawing trillions from nowhere to save the southerners, many banks and companies from bankruptcy. * the disastrous immigration policy with open borders for everyone. I could go on, but I stop here. It is all so sad. The saddest thing is that the German voter, the sovereign, is going through all this. In elections, he votes 80% for the parties responsible for this policy. RESULT: The Germans, the German nation, that has been so successful so far, one of the leading countries in the world, wants to get out of the Champions league and into the second, third league with all its might. I started out so happy, so good-humoured and I end up full of grief, sorrow and heartache. "Denk ich an Deutschland in der Nacht, so bin ich um den Schlaf gebracht" "I think of Germany in the night, so I am deprived of sleep" wrote the great Düsseldorf poet Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856), full of love but also with a critical eye. Let's go back to Petula and a better mood: "Downtown - no finer place, for sure And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you Someone who is just like you and needs a gentle hand to Guide them along - happy again" I sincerely hope that Nana Plaza and Pattaya, the Rockhouse, Mr. Phil's le Pub and all the other Kneipen and Bars and Pubs and Gogos I love will survive the Corona crisis. Nasiadai
  12. I believe that Khun Sanuk, the moderator, has left his own board. He doesn't seem to care anymore.
  13. Guys, your discernment is needed. If you think Corona's bad, wait till we get Carlsberg. C O R O N A C A R L S B E R G After the Corona crisis comes the Carlsberg disaster. What causes more damage or displeasure? Corona or Carlsberg ??? What do you prefer?
  14. Unfortunately, however, the number of tourists has fallen once again. They are mainly holidaymakers and overwinterers of retirement age; married couples, small mixed groups; younger tourists still in working life are in the clear minority. Swedes, Dutch, English and several Germans; in addition, three or four French. Of course, it is the plummeting currencies that play the main role in the absence of Western tourists. The US Dollar, the Pound Sterling and our disaster Euro have lost more than a third of their value against the Baht. At the same time, the Baht is also very strong; in recent years, a lot of foreign capital has flowed to Thailand, for example because of the better interest rates. The Thai balance of payments shows a strong plus. The strong Baht is causing great difficulties for the domestic export industry. Thai goods and services are increasingly becoming too expensive. Moreover, neighbouring countries are much cheaper; wage and income levels there are well below those of Thailand. I suspect that the Thai central bank, in agreement with the government, will devalue the Baht by quite a lot in the near future. Due to this unfortunate currency situation many Farlangs cannot come anymore, especially pensioners. Many western holidaymakers are beginning to switch to the neighbouring countries. Cambodia also has beautiful and still largely undeveloped beaches in its south. Vietnam attracts more and more western tourists. The reason might be that these countries are a good third cheaper than our kingdom. But the native Thais are using their beaches more and more. During the weekdays in the late afternoon - i.e. after work - around 5 p.m. some of them come with their cars, pickups, scooters from the surrounding area for one or two hours to swim, picnic; the children play and romp on the beach, live out their urge to move. In the evenings in the darkness there are always a few young lovers on the beach and enjoy their togetherness. The pleasant temperatures of about 25 degrees and the light onshore wind make the evening a pleasure. It gets dark very quickly; when the sun sinks below the horizon at about 6.20 pm, the twilight lasts at most 20, 25 minutes, then darkness prevails. After dusk I often sit at the table in front of the kiosk that my bungalow landlords run. There I have WiFi - internet reception -, read the German newspapers, magazines, blogs etc. and get excited, my blood pressure and heart rate rise ... I close the notebook and go to the next beach bar, watch the pool, chat with the guests about this and that, about all and sundry and drink a Changbier, enjoy the light evening breeze .... My evening workplace in front of the kiosk. The evening beach road, behind it is the beach; a couple of lovers with their scooters, further back a few Thais are enjoying the beach. From the open doors of the pickup truck loud Thai music sounds. It's about 7.30 pm; a few minutes later they were all gone and I sit all alone in the light evening breeze with Changbier and my notebook. Enough for one go. Stay tuned There is more to come Live from Hat Thung Wua Laen - Your voice from the beach PS: I'm going to take a bath now. Only near the shore, of course. The water there is a pleasant 26 degrees. Envious? Get on a plane! Moderator - Khun Sanuk - the program does not let me upload more pictures. It reports with an error message, which is incomprehensible to me. Here should be a picture of the beach in the evening.
  15. At the southern end of the beach. This is the final stop; terminal (Right now the Traveling Wilburys are singing "End of the Line"). If you don't feel like it now, I can't help you anymore. Simply dreamlike, paradisiacal. ================== As Christian grown-ups we know that there was no work in paradise. Adam and Eve lived in a heavenly-elysian state, room and board were free, the Wishing Table Restaurant opened its doors daily with the most exquisite delicacies of the Garden of Eden. Roast chicken, milk and honey, pineapple and cherries, dates and figs, accompanied by exquisite wines and champagnes such as the red wine Château La Mission Haut Brion Cru classé Graves or a Domaine de la Romanée-Conti from Burgundy (the bottle at current market price at 500 Euro, round about). In the evening, a Dom Pérignon Vintage or a Pommery Brut Royal Champagne was tasted; our two paradise inhabitants certainly did not do it below that. Since 25 years now, the Tung Wualaen beach is my paradise. I say now times freshly, piously, merrily, freely like I am, this Arcadia here is absolutely comparable with the heavenly garden Eden. It used to be, in my healthy times, it was for about a week (I usually had 4 weeks vacation then); now I spend almost a month here. My drinks are called 'Singha Drinking Water'© or Crystal water, and instead of champagne I celebrate a bottle of San Miguel Light - or two - at one of the beach bars in the evening. The San Miguel Light is the Dom Perignon of beers here, so to speak; that's why it's a bit more expensive than the other beers. However, it was the bad Eva's fault, the fall of mankind occurred, and suddenly over and done! Now it said "in the sweat of your face you shall eat your bread". Since the expulsion from paradise, we humans have been living beyond Eden and are condemned to work. Toil and drudgery are now the order of the day. Such efforts and hardships I will have to take upon myself and master when I am on my way through Laos. Hours of nightly bus rides through this mountainous, hilly country are an ordeal. Hardly any roads are asphalted; they are clay and gravel roads, winding, mountainous, through forests and valleys; a constant up and down to reach the destination. How did the Beatles once sing? "The long and winding road to your door". Men in their prime, real men, rent motorcycles in Vientiane and ride them around the country. They often film their rides with a helmet camera; fast, adventurous. My God, I'm jealous when I see that. The Laotian landscape and its roads and paths are a challenge to all our senses and at the same time to the driving skills of the motorcyclist. The reward: Here the dream of freedom and adventure becomes reality. Unfortunately, this is no longer granted to me; I can't even rent a scooter on this beach anymore, with which I could make excursions to the nearer and further surroundings. Stroke, over and done. Back to my beach. Certain forms of landscapes do not exist 'per se'; it depends on how we humans look at, evaluate and reflect upon them: Landscapes are created in the minds of their viewers. What we see is interpreted, evaluated, tested for usefulness and usability, linked with ideas, images or metaphors. When the Greeks took up their aggressive conquest policy in the eastern Mediterranean in the 12th century BC, they needed protected anchorages and suitable landing places on the shores so that they could enter the country with men, weapons and equipment. Such 'landscapes' were bays with flat beaches surrounded by large promontories. The Greeks of this age did not see the 'beach' as a place of pleasure and leisure, where one could swim and bathe, sunbathe on the beach. It was a useful place to go ashore. In all the traditions of Greek mythology, the beach is a place of anchorage for ships, a place to go ashore comfortably and safely, and a place of salvation that offered shipwrecked, distressed sailors a way to return to life safely with the waves and swell. There is not a single scene in Homer's Iliad in which he depicts Greek fighters bathing and enjoying themselves in the water on the beach off Troy. A poet of Homer's eloquence would probably have enjoyed presenting such bathing scenes to readers in his hexameter verses, for example after a heavy and costly battle against the Trojans. But to use the beach as a bathing beach did not occur to either the Greeks fighting off Troy or their highly talented, brilliant poet. This was beyond their imagination, beyond their horizon of thought. Mozart, together with the librettist Giambattista Varesco, turned one of the myths that followed the Illias into a great opera. In the first of his seven master operas, a beach on Crete also plays a decisive role. King Idomeneo returns from the Trojan War with his fleet, but shortly before reaching his destination his fleet is hit by a terrible storm. All ships are destroyed and in order to save his ship and the lives of the last fighters and sailors, he promises to sacrifice to the sea god Poseidon, the first to meet him on Cretan soil upon his arrival. Poseidon has an understanding and all men, including King Idomeneo, can save themselves to the beach with their last strength. In the libretto, the brief but meaningful stage direction reads: beach on a still moving sea, surrounded by steep rocks. On the shore the wreckage of a ship. Unfortunately, it is his son Idamante who hurries to greet him ... and the drama takes its course … to be continued ..
  16. Hat Tung Wua Laen in January 2020 Hello, moin moin, sawasdee kraph my dear Peoples in wet, cold and dark Germany. I am at my beach, the Hat Tung Wua Laen, near the city of Chumpon, about 500 km south of Bangkok on the Gulf of Siam. In the last years I have reported several times and in detail about this paradise. Last Sunday around 5 pm; a few locals are still enjoying themselves on the beach; it was a bit hazy. The palms sway in the light onshore wind. My dear girl, Soon there will be waterproof smartphones; girl, then you can even swim and bathe with your mobile phone and at the same time send your friends some selfies, so that they become green and blue with envy. to be continued ..
  17. Here is a report I wrote in German for my People at home; here is my translation. If there are mistakes, I beg your pardon. I repeat once again: I have about 30 people on my e-mail list. Family, friends, acquaintances etc. For these approx. 30 people I write travel and experience reports. I write my impressions and experiences in a MS-Word compatible text file. In the text I insert pictures which loosen up the report and show the reader very concretely where I am and what I am writing about. One more remark: I have often reported about my beach and the area here. I have been coming to thjis place for over 25 yeras now; I assume that some things are known, so that I don't have to describe many things again. When I'm proofreading, I notice: I translated some sentences according to German syntax. This is incorrect for native English speakers; I apologize. Now let's start ...
  18. I'm in a very lenient mood because today is my birthday. The weather is wonderful, since 5 o'clock in the morning the sun shines in my kitchen window, I celebrate my morning coffee with intense pleasure. A childhood memory: I'm about 8 years old; it's in arithmetic class. We pupils have to solve several arithmetical problems. One task was: "Calculate how old you will be in the year 2000." 50! I sit and marvel and ponder and philosophize about the meaning of this task. "My good God, 50! You'll never be 50. The year 2000 is so far away, it'll never come! It's longer than an eternity." Yes, it is. As a child, you have a completely different sense of time than an adult. The hour, the day is felt much longer. A child feels a week as an eternity that never ends. A new school year begins and it never ends. Six weeks of summer vacation, a period of time that one can hardly overlook as a child. The summer holidays begin and never end. For an adult, on the other hand, six weeks just fly by. Conclusion: ...the older you get, the faster time subjectively passes.
  19. Was soll diese Frage? Was ist der Zweck dieser Frage? Hofft dieser Typ, dass ich elendig an Corona krepiert bin, daß ich tagelang mit hohem Fieber und starken Schmerzen röchelnd an einer Beatmungsmaschine verreckt bin? Oder hofft und glaubt er, daß ich dumm wie Bohnenstroh bin, dazu faul und inaktiv, in der Hoffnung, meine Regierung in Deutschland wird mich aus Thailand herausholen und mich nach Hause bringen, selbstverständlich auf Kosten des deutschen Steuerzahlers. What are you talking about? What's that supposed to mean? Is this guy hoping that I died miserably on Corona, that I died for days with high fever and severe pain, gasping at a ventilator? Gasping for breath at a respiration apparatus? Or does he hope and believe that I am as dumb as a stump, thick as pigshit, lazy and inactive, in the hope that my government in Germany will take me out of here and fly me home; of course at the expense of the German taxpayer. That guy said I am a very bad right-wing populist, a very bad boy. !!! Get out of my thread !!! My airline Emirates ceased flight operations in mid-March. Thereupon my travel agency in Düsseldorf - my good old friend and really good buddy Glenn, a German-Canadian - arranged a return flight for me. I took the last Thai Airways flight from the Suvarnabhumm to Brussels at 0.30 a.m. on 30 March 2020. From Brussels I took the train through Belgium to Aachen, the old imperial city. From Aachen I took the Regional Express to Düsseldorf and from there the Intercity to Hamburg. In the evening around 8 pm of March 30th I reached my apartment and was back home. The return flight cost me 580 Euro. Now my buddy Glenn tries to secure the return flight 2021 with Emirates, so that I only have to pay the outward flight on my next holiday.
  20. I'll go by bus to Chumpon on Thursday. To my favourite beach, the Hat Tung Wua Laen. I reported many times about this beach. Right now no time for a meeting. Later I'll visit Laos and after Laos I'll make a trip through Burma: Yangon, Mandalay, Pagan etc. In March I'll be back, Nasiadai
  21. Telegram style: Pleasant flight in the super bird Airbus A 380-800. One of my Thai friends picked me up - as agreed - at gate 10 on the departure level. After a few minutes I noticed that the warmth did me good, plus the sunshine; from now on I was in the middle of my vacation. Dates, meetings, encounters, visits, good and plentiful food from the best Thai cuisine, excursions, and lots of cascades of events ... Everything here is as exciting and new as when I first came here about 28 years ago. My best Thai friend Kwanbun has been retired early. He recovered after his collapse last year and returned to his office, but after a few more weeks at a medical examination his incapacity for duty was determined and he retired. Every day is like a small life, every morning awakening and getting up like a new birth, every sunny, warm, fresh morning a renewed youth. I enjoy every new day and delay going to bed as long as possible, because going to sleep is like a little death. This is more or less what Schopenhauer said, speaking from memory. Therefore I say with Goethe: "Perceive the good mood, Because it comes so rarely." The place, the environment, the food, the temperature, the weather and other external factors have an influence on our mental state, mood and emotional mood. Krung Thep with its flair, ambience, and unique atmosphere puts everyone in high spirits, in Bangkok euphoria. The evening is approaching ... the event etudes continue. 6. January 2020 Bakwahn - Nasiadai
  22. Note: This little story is about 23 years old. I posted that little story on this board at that time. So ir is a kind of "repost". Nevertheless, have fun. A phone call from Bangkok My phone is ringing. The secretary tells me there is a call from Bangkok. A woman wants to speak to Mr. Charly, and that could only mean me. Yes, indeed, it's my girl from Bangkok-Thonburi. I hear her voice, and her image immediately appears in my memory with her shoulder-length shining black hair, her almond-shaped, dark eyes that are always laughing, her dreamlike, finely cut face with the slender pointed nose that betrays her Malaysian origin, with her exuberant female forms that always, only when I think of her, take my breath away. "Charly, can you come back in February as you promised? "I am waiting for you. "I miss you." "Yes," I answer, "I bought the ticket already." "Oh, Charly, that's great!“ "Please come quickly, I want you back," and she continues: "Do you remember the Sunday afternoon we spent together on the banks of Chayo Praya and on the grass of Sanam Luang?" You bet I remember! I see us both lying on the lawn of Sanam Luang. Not far from us two teams are playing football in the already low sun. We got a hot Som Tam with Kauniau from a flying trader and enjoy our togetherness. Before us the impressive scenery of Wat Phra Kaeo, the king's palace with the golden Chedi, the red-green stepped roofs of the temple buildings, the multicoloured decorated Prangs whose sight becomes an unforgettable experience by the shine of the gradually sinking sun. A truly royal place for lovers. "Charly, are you still there?" Yes, I listen to her chatter and my soul, thirsting for her, sucks like a dry sponge every word she says into itself. Is there anything more tormenting than this terrible distance that separates us? Is there anything more tormenting than this tribulation that rises up within me and mixes cruelly with lust? That bittersweet feeling that makes me melancholic many a night and robs me of sleep. Even modern media such as telephone and email are of little help, and I am forced to practice humility and wait for the next holiday. Khun Sanuk, this picture is about 23 years old, so I think it is allowed to present it. A visit to the Bayoke Tower. It's a digitized slide! Khun Maeo, my beautiful Lady. We're in analog time. Here is a digitized slide, on which I - the photographer - am pictured 555555 A little later I leave my office and approach the secretary's desk. She looks at me with a sneering, spiteful grin. "Charly, you told me you were on the Tunisian island of Djerba, but now I think you were faking, you were in Thailand instead!" and with sparkling curiosity on her face. she asks: "So, tell me, who is she, what's her name and what is she like?" A touch of blush covers my face, and I look a little embarrassed because I feel like I've been caught cheating. But after only a few seconds, I grasp myself and begin to compare the two women. In the distance my dreamlike female being in Bangkok-Thonburi with her charm, her smile, her pleasure and joy of life and in front of me this ugly, masculinized woman in a grey pantsuit, who in a grandiose misjudgement considers herself attractive, with greasy brunette strands of hair, wrapped in a repulsive smell of perfume and cigarette smoke. She seems to me like a Katoey, a ladyboy, during whose operation the surgeon's scalpel slipped a few times. Without answering her, and without appreciating her even one more look, I walk past her with a quiet and superior smile and head held high with pride. ========== Khun Maeo was a great Lady Nasiadai - Bakwahn Happy, healthy and successful new year 2020!
  23. It is 1 January 2020 high noon Hamburg time; 21 hours before departure, before take-off to Bangkok. The trolley and my backpack is packed; I hope I haven't forgotten anything. The passport, the other documents, the credit cards are in my breast pocket, the blood pressure tablets are in my backpack. My notebook, the camera, everything completely packed. Hopefully I have not forgotten anything. My Thai friends and their families are informed; two of my best buddies are coming to pick me up at gate 10 at the Suvarnabhummi. By the way, they speak very good German. Outside there is grey weather, it is misty and foggy, current temperature 1 degree. My heating is fully turned on; is turned up full blast. I start dreaming of my holidays of the past 27, 28 years. The memories of one or the other girl come back. I have many slides and photos. There were some wonderful ladies. Like this one for example; Lady Maeo. Let's see what happened. To be continued
  24. As a German, I dare to express my opinion about the current political landscape and the current political personnel of the USA. A few comments, personal assessments of a foreigner. I was very happy about Trump's election victory. Among other reasons, because the German mainstream media (TV, radio, leading newspapers) are terribly green-left-wing and have longed for the election victory for Frau Clinton. The anger, the hate, the disappointment was visible in the faces of important German journalists and other big people after Trump's victory. I enjoyed my malicious-joy then. about Trump: In my opinion he is an illiterate person, a crude block, erratic and eccentric. In his decisions and actions so far, there is hardly a guideline, a uniform line to be recognized. Only the one: not to start any more wars or to get involved in wars. That is the only positive point I see at the moment. to the Democrats: The current Democratic leadership seems to me to have drifted very far into the Green-Left spectrum politically. Moreover, almost all of them - except for one candidate - are older or the same age as Trump (Biden, Sanders, Frau E. Warren). With this politically very far left-green program and with this personnel the USA would fall into the abyss economically, scientifically and technically; of course not suddenly; the USA is a powerful country with strong social structures. But the country would slowly but inexorably become weaker in all sectors. Given the miserable intellectual state of the US political elite in both parties, I seriously wonder: Does this country no longer have educated people, with broad intellectual horizons, intelligent judgment. I do not understand any of this. Live from Düsseldorf - Nasiadai - Bakwahn I think in rules of German syntax and they are different from the rules of the English language. Sorry for that.
  25. There's a guy on Youtube who calls himself EatSleepYangon. He reports about the city of Yangon (in German Rangun) in several videos. The special thing about these video reports is that he hires a young Burmese lady for each report, who gives a few short explanations, statements in English language. He contacts the girls via Facebook or Twitter. On these platforms these young ladies offer their guidance services. It is clear that the sights, the streets and buildings, the cafes, bars, restaurants and art galleries are not the centre of interest. The pretty young ladies, who are effectively put into the picture by the camera, are in the center. The girls are wonderfully staged by a skilful director; they are the focus of the video. I wrote the following comments for one of these videos: "First Part: Hello dear EatSleepYangon, in the last years I was 4 to 5 times in Burma and Rangoon - Yangon; 10 to 16 days each time. My regular accommodation is always Chan Mae Hotel; a guesthouse in Maha Bandoola Park Street (www.chanmyaeguesthouse.com); right in the middle of the old town of Yangon. Coming February 2020 it will be time again. I am already looking forward to the reunion with this fascinating city. In the meantime I watch your videos with great pleasure; a wonderful pastime. Of course I walked through the streets of the old town almost every day, ate at many food stalls and took a break in several cafes. Much of what you show in your videos is familiar to me. When I saw your videos, I had the idea to hire likewise one or the other girl on my next visit to do my sightseeing tours with them. But I buried this idea. See my second posting. Bakwahn Hamburg – Bangkok – Rangun – Düsseldorf Second Part: I take the liberty of making a few comments on the girls. They are wonderful charming young ladies who accompany you and explain the surroundings to us - the audience. The men here who comment on your videos are all thrilled and entranced by the charm and beauty of your young ladies. The reasons for their enthusiasm are obvious: Indeed, these Rangoon girls have style! They have class, they have taste; very good dress sense. Their blouses, little jackets, the trousers and skirts that the girls wear; everything is stylish, chic and of young elegance. Stylish in the sense of stylistically confident. But not only their clothes but also their other appearance such as hairstyle, their inconspicuous, discreet but effective make-up, their smile, friendliness and politeness, in short their whole habitus, their bearing suggest a higher education. Students, I suppose. They are of a radiant femininity that our Western young women have long lost. The hard feminism, the struggle for equal rights in education and especially in work have left their deep marks on the personalities, the habitus of most young Western women. They have become more male. I do not like the so-called social media like Facebook, Twitter or Instagram etc. I do not have an account anywhere. That is why I will not be able to make contact with such a young lady. These platforms are for children and teenagers, for stars and starlets, for celebrities and for politicians and presidents, who announce their banalities, trivialities and daily news there. Sorry for my bad English. Bakwahn Hamburg – Bangkok – Rangun – Düsseldorf" Here are the links: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCaHK85kMbn4mNRprtENLsSQ my comments: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=utbWfJizStg&t=8s
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