The five Chinese phases, wuxing, have been incorporated into a Korean map. Red is the south, the west is white, black is the north, green is the east and yellow is the center.
I spend a long time in front of a pictorial map of Wutaishan, a Buddhist pilgrimage site about 350 km from Beijing. The pictorial maps are my favorite anyway, I could look at them for hours.
I learned that iron gall ink was made of iron and oak galls that are caused by chemicals injected by the larva of certain kinds of gall wasps.
In an adjoining room there is an exhibition about the women who worked in the museum at the beginning of the 20th century and who inventoried and drawn the museum pieces. Little biographical information and personal testimonies have been received from the women, but many have attended the arts and crafts school in Hamburg.
Initially, from 1905, a male research assistant was entrusted with the inventory of the objects, but was replaced by female technical assistants from 1907. They earned 100 marks a month, which was half the pay of a male research assistant. The Hamburg Museum was the first in Germany to employ women as assistants. A draftswoman created index cards for 1,500 objects on average each year.
I had raclette for dinner. I’m wearing a warm sweater and I’m starting to write letters and watch films on Netflix again. Autumn is coming. As if winter had long fingers and their tips were already brushing you here and there, you can’t really tell yet whether it was a touch or just imagination. Much too early and we all waited so longingly for this summer, the summer after the lockdown, which wasn’t a real summer at all. I’m not really through this lockdown sleepiness, at the same time I’m so hungry for life it hurts. Who wiill wake me up?
I create activities for myself in order not to remain in melancholy: drawing, learning Arabic song lyrics. But the activities seem to me to be vain and self-referential, since they arise only from my own curiosity and have no external goal. Like it’s a crime to have intellectual needs.
Right now I have trouble imagining the beauty of autumn, the storms outside, the warmth inside, with books and tea and cookies and peace. Maybe I had too much of all of this last year and that’s why I no longer look for it. And I also push away a lot. Push away what this pandemic means in the long term and that it will no longer be the same as it was before. Sometimes I still dream of long journeys on which I discover many things, but in reality I don’t feel comfortable while traveling at all even inside Germany. And I will miss people. I’ve never had problems being alone, but the long period of self-isolation has created some kind of break, it suddenly has a hardship for me that it didn’t have before. And the isolation phase will soon begin again. Even if there will no longer be an official lockdown, it is better to be careful if you are not completely stupid.
In the evening we sat at the table and again you talked about leaving. And I held your hand and so passed an evening, a night and another day, and again you talked about leaving. Many evenings. And I changed the tablecloth and I changed expectations and we’re still sitting there.
I actually wanted a decent job. Merchant, baker, tailor. At sea I especially loved the smell of salt and that the eye could see far. Paris ruined everything. 1856. Our brothers were the Wassergeusen and the old Francis Drake. We had beards. We had a black flag. We had deep waters
Turn off the love songs. Take off your clothes. The sand at the bottom is fine, your toes feel leaves. Sure there are fish. The cold water. No people. You can hear the street if you are very attentive. Is there room for two people? There is room for your rest.
Let him go! Put the knife down … put it down! Harry? Selma? No! …he .. for God’s sake! Move to the side ..to the side. Selma call the police! The Police! .. ok .. you can do that .. put it down .. take it easy my friend .. take it easy. What ??? Selma! NO !!
So this is what parting feels like. This time it was different. The rejection was different. In spring she was alone for 25 years & she knew that she would not try again. That was it. And even at the end of summer she hadn’t got used to it.
Neighbours:Ms. E. & Ms. T., are at war with each other. Yesterday Ms. T. put drawing pins in front of Ms. E.’s cellar door & destroyed her bicycle tires.Whenever I meet either of them, they try to include me in their war. I wonder if I’ll be this lonely one day.
But he has really big feet, so big feet. There would be problems if I didn’t finish by tomorrow. He’s been hanging around my shop all week. What does he want? I only used the finest leather so that there would be no problems. See you tomorrow morning. Alright
Behind the fog lives a little woman who has 300 pairs of shoes, disheveled hair, old envelopes, has ugly thoughts, has a best friend, has red lips, has chicken soup, has a bedside lamp, over there behind the fog.
My stomach is feeling a little better and so I cooked normally again today. This recipe is made with alcohol and therefore is not for Muslim friends, but I think you can replace the liqueur with lemon juice if necessary. The result was very tasty. What you need:
Chicken breast (or chicken thighs) Soup vegetables Salted water Carrots Potatoes Olive oil Cream Fresh sage Salt and pepper Limoncello
Cook the chicken breast with the soup vegetables in salted water. When the chicken is done, remove the chicken and vegetables from the water. Chop the potatoes and carrots and add them to the broth. Chop the sage and fry in a pan with olive oil. When the vegetables are cooked, add the cream, limoncello, chicken and sage. Spice to taste with salt and pepper.
Cochem is a typical tourist village on the Moselle. Known for wine (like all the villages here) and the imperial castle, which was first mentioned in written sources in 1130. It’s 45 minutes from my apartment, so it’s perfect for a weekend getaway. The village has narrow streets and is relatively crowded this weekend, so I also wear an FFP2 mask outdoors. The guest house’s wife says it is the first weekend when tourists come again as usual. Last year there were a lot of tourists in the summer, but this year many are trying to go abroad. The Dutch are also missing, who have high corona numbers again and have to be quarantined here for 14 days – which nobody wants. This region is a typical region for Dutch tourists as it is the mountains that are closest. In return, people here go to Netherlands because it is the sea that is closest. In addition, people avoid the train, most of them come by car, she tells me.
Activities that are done here: hiking, buying wine, visiting the imperial castle, riding the chairlift, boat tours, general shopping, eating and drinking, visiting a historic mustard mill and buying mustard. Many motorcyclists also drive the route along the Moselle and stay for one night.
I was too conceited to take the chairlift, so I hiked to the summit cross on foot, but it was very steep and it took me almost an hour. On the way back I walked another path that ended behind the train station and there were almost no people on it, very pleasant.
In the afternoon I made a little sketch on the bank of the river. I have made up my mind to draw more again, but who knows if that will work. I just have too many interests, which has been annoying me for several months because I feel like I’m only halfway through with everything.
I never made sweet Couscous before, so this was the first try.
I had some hurdles because when I had prepared everything, I noticed that the ants had attacked the honey. It’s Sunday and all supermarkets are closed. I tried in vain at a bakery and a gas station. I wrote to a friend on WhattsApp and when I wanted to pick up the honey from her, the neighboring house was on fire.
Anyway, here’s the recipe:
125 g couscous 2 tbsp raisins 125 ml of milk 1 tbsp honey 1 tbsp rapeseed oil 1 tbsp desiccated coconut 1 tbsp walnuts, chopped cinnamon
Heat the milk with the honey in a saucepan. Pour over the couscous and let it steep for about 5 minutes. Pour hot water over the raisins and let them steep.
When the couscous is drawn, add the nuts and desiccated coconut, drain and add the raisins, add the oil and season with the cinnamon. Decorate with honey.
On the banks of the Rhine, photographer Till Eitel exhibits his street photography of Paris in public spaces. Disturbing: a sign indicates that in May all pictures of same-sex couples, people of color and non-Christian religions were stolen. The police are investigating. The Rhine has a lot of eddies, as a lifeguard I can see that, but signs warn against swimming.
At the Bundeskunsthalle I see an exhibition about the philosopher Hannah Arendt, which is refreshing because it is actually based on the intellectual works of Arendt and is less biographically structured. I am particularly interested in the work about the Jewess Rahel Varnhagen, whom I was not familiar with. I am familiar with Arendt mainly because of her work Vita Activa and I am sympathetic because of the emphasis on practical work and the relationship to the public. Of course, I am also familiar with the work on the Eichmann process.
What I love very much about Bonn and which I haven’t noticed so far: The many small flower shops. Trier is more characterized by two large garden centers, Lambert and Dehner. In Bonn there are small shops selling flowers and plants in many corners, as well as stalls in the squares.