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stood in the Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung yesterday, a pretty ridiculous article by Iris Hanika, where they will melt away almost with admiration for the Muslim headscarf. The women to whom this hat means rather live the symbol of oppression and lack of freedom to be happy to read it. What can you really doubt the text at the sanity of the author, are the constant superlatives they used. So for them
were among the very young women have always been quite a few who do not just make-up and dressed, but this did it in such a tasteful way, had a sie es bei Coco Chanel persönlich gelernt.
Mäntel werden ihrer Meinung nach nie geschlossen getragen, damit die perfekten Körper immer malerisch umweht werden können. Und die Kopfbedeckung verbirgt nicht einfach nur das Haar, nein das schöne Haar ist es, das darunter verschwindet.
Hier noch einige weitere merkwürdige Formulierungen:
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Mit der züchtigen Kleidung, die der Koran den Frauen vorschreibt, hat das natürlich nichts zu tun, überhaupt mit Züchtigkeit nichts, vielmehr ist Islam Mode in Kreuzberg - wie in Brandenburg Rechtsradikalismus und in Künstlerkreisen Lumpenproletariat.
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Sie wird wohl noch eine Weile bleiben, diese in den Alltag hinabgesunkene, very playful version of Islamism.
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There are many different ways, these huge drape towels on their heads. [...] In both cases, it seems as if you could lower the tips of the shirt under the blouse revealing flashes.
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The young Turks in Kreuzberg, however, turn the screw on another one, because they can not find just the Radikalsein chic, but it will also be radical chic. What they masterfully succeeds. There are wonderful women.
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against the so-refined ADAPTED daughters of Kreuzberg but the nudity of others not only vulgar, but also pretty ridiculous.
the young Turkish women [...] It does not seem to go too much about decorum, but above all, as beautiful women to be recognized. And as self-conscious about this: as such, which sell well aware of the majority, by presenting itself as clearly not the west. What the majority they can then make a little angst -> Get in Kreuzberg as a Turkish woman west of clothing is probably the only opportunity at the new position of the majority. And "scare" the issue is playing safe with this self-conscious fashion a role, such as the fear of non-Western but elfin beautiful environment, it would probably not accept it when the models were suddenly like, mini-skirt or Corduroy pants to wear. Spokesperson for the protest against these wishes would be Iris Hanika, the Turkish women with the words "You are too beautiful for this world and now fast back under the blankets, her pearls of the Bosphorus, its exotic animals," would force again in their wonderful hats .
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Conclusion: If at the end really just worry the question unanswered whether the author despises any less beautiful Turkish women, since they had with the praise attaches very high standards. Who does not have a shapely body, otherworldly hair and perfect make-up can then in good conscience under a full-body bag Disappear. Kreuzberg must stay beautiful!
important, important, until further joins the well-tried Burrow now also added a young, unspoilt Blog penguin pit !
Why, how and why experience their visit:
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As I tried last year to bring a play on a stage, I sent it to at least a dozen addresses in the hope that at least one should have interest. To remove any tension from the same post, I alternate it clear from the beginning that no one wanted my piece, but that's what not here. It's about me then that the Jewish Theater of Hamburg (which often presents humorous pieces, so for me came in question.) sends a pretty clear criticism, why is my piece ... was very, very bad. I could share in the criticism but almost no point, however, made me out of it no more and what was assumed that the answer was written by a bearded, well-read, at least ninety-nine year veteran who was working with Max Reinhardt. But already the talking points that have been criticized, the critics argued but mainly so that the classic structure of a comedy was not met. Well, and today, many months later, I discovered on hagalil a comic strip named Moishe son of a bitch. It was in primitive Cross rhymes written ( face on not and proud to wood.) And I had actually tried to forget it quickly, when I noticed who was responsible for this great art. The theater director who sends me at the time these comments to my piece. Now I think What God does in the closet? certainly not the most valuable cultural product of modern German history, but it surprises me already, how extreme schizophrenic many people between the distinguishing what they produce themselves (always good, even if it means Moishe son of a bitch and a complete joke free comic) is and what others do (which is examined with as much excess energy that is released when the self-criticism fails). Then you can say in conclusion only: his dog is not a dog, but more than a drawn dog! Here it can be admired: ( http://www.israeli-art.com/satire/moishe.htm )
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just read the poem by him, inspired me to write an answer and if you want to read them, you have to you only see the entry below underneath:
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Moishe wardrobe son
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wrote last year since I
play for myself.
With humor and wit and laughter,
Where do God and human things.
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It shipped the post very quickly,
this piece even after seven Lasch,
to Dortmund, Kassel, even after Brettmurk,
and it was much even in Hamburg.
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It arrived at the Jewish Theater,
was read by nem man
it even gruesome grauslig found
and loudly shouted "Objection, objection!"
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"The piece, it's not a piece
I send back indignantly,
Witzig, it is certainly not
the author is a villain.
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It should read ancient works,
and then think Remember, Remember:
old books are so great,
stand full of old records, "
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... And today, writes Mr. Expert,
dogs rhymes without values,
can be so hard not to make a
otherwise he'd say, Moishe - no!
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Woof, Woof!
Guess what I earned me the nights at the Hilton Hotel Vienna?
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a.) as a newspaper boy
b.) as a freelancer for the newspaper
c.) as one of four carriers of a family of gods
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(lunch break - time in order for a photo pose)
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( And back to work, a Hilton room finally paid off nicht von selbst.)
- Hier kommt nun der erste längere Bericht über den Zensurfilm-Besuch in Wien und weil ich heute schon mehrere E-Mails erhielt, in denen Leser sich entweder verwundert, überrascht oder sogar entrüstet fragten, ob nun auch ich zu einem Unsymphatisch Selbstdarsteller werde, stelle ich hier nun eines klar: Nein, bei mir wird es natürlich weiterhin Bilder aus Wien geben, die ihre Daseinberechtigung nicht ausschließlich aus der Tatsache beziehen, dass nur ICH darauf zu sehen bin. Wenn Kehlchen sich dieses Ziel setzt, ist das seine Sache, für mich steht aber der Respekt vor der Aussagekraft a photograph still has the satisfaction of personal vanity. But be lenient with him (he has a few problems, well, you know ...). Because my readers have also a right to get access to my private correspondence, I will now easily publish the text that I sent this morning. However, stripped of everything that had nothing to do with the wonderful trip to Vienna with the community Vogons Saarbrücken. I use the information at the same time greed of the reader, and submit to the secret wish of every man, a secret look into privacy of others, if this is nothing!
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[...] Glücklicherweise hielt das Wetter und bis auf einen kurzen Regenschauer strahlte es blau vom Himmel. Typische Touristenzentren haben wir eigentlich kaum gesehen, auch weil die Ausschilderung nicht so ideal ist. Die Suche nach der Kapuzinergruft gaben wir deswegen auch nach einer Stunde genervt zugunsten eines Kaffeehausbesuches auf, so wie wir eh die meiste Zeit von Kaffeehaus zu Kaffeehaus zogen. Einige gefielen mir gar nicht, etwa das Central, es wirkt eher wie ein Hotel, es ist zu laut und es fehlt an Atmosphäre. Aber die etwas weniger von Touristen frequentierten gefallen mir sehr und würde ich in Wien wohnen, I can imagine, very often to go into those. For first-time visitors to this city, there are also some whites behavior that can be seen as unfriendly, if you do not know. We thus wish the waitresses paying the guest after a nice day, the Vienna Upper do not.
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(Censorship movie family show, returns once again in a coffee house, however, affect the tourists - censorship film sees himself as a regular customer - the atmosphere, so is the Central after the proclamation of the Soviet Republic wieder verlassen.)
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Am zweiten Tag wollten wir nach einem Zentralfriedhofsbesuch noch das Filmmuseum und Kriminalmuseum ansehen, doch dank the incredible scale of this burial site was reduced, the program out to visit the cemetery. Even the Jewish cemetery is so huge and would make a deal for many hours, but we left after two hours wandering through the favor of looking after the memorial grave of Karl Kraus. We did not find it, but many others around the powerful church in the middle of the cemetery (if it is a church). Back in Mainz, I learned that he is very close to the Jewish area. There are even buses that run through the grounds
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( The aim of all literary dreams: the Franz - Werfel youth at the grave of their idol)
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were surrounded
On the last day we did not then a film museum (10 €) and walked through some parks of impressive temples, palaces and churches. We also passed by the parliament. Before we arrived home again, we returned, partly for lack of time, and partly from the lack of motivation to continue a to hold out for an alternative restaurant, in an economy that promoted on their label with the words "quaint" and "comfortable." There was a restaurant, the German atmosphere and reality of life promised. Therefore welcomed inside three leather suspenders us with a "Hello," before we were led deeper and deeper into the premises. The device was made of solid wood, the walls hung pictures of grassy meadows, were to foraging transferor Seppeln and Heidi, the benches for the guests surrounded by oversized wine barrels and who would go to the bathroom, had to decide whether he is a "Bublitz" or "Madl" is. The order took a skinny man, of the physique of a tour-de-France had driver. Surely he could tough and dogged a mountain high torment, for the necessary welding right now and he produced this faithful stayed with us, even if his producers withdrew due to other orders. Insulated lights appeared in the restaurant still matching the colors by the brown wooden benches and wooden walls dull and only reflected the oppressive feeling almighty comfort perfected.
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(Kehlchen realized just where he is. "Heimat, you beautiful home you," he sighed, then began to sing a folk song, and stitched with the Asians on the table. Well, at least his hats like.)
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While occasionally arrived new guests, who dined out exactly two interest groups , Germans, which was in the distance (!) can not do without something home and Asians who like want to experience real German in German surroundings really struck me at once deep in the interior of a Germanic restaurant, surrounded by deer antlers and beer steins the depressing realization: So must the hell! Hopefully, enough of my resume motivation is then recovered in the sky, because I now know the alternative and no matter how defiant the atheists insist on their lack of relationship with God that is not worth it!
That evening our train then went back to Mainz and three full days were behind us, visiting Vienna. Finally it can be said that my city Even well-liked, but the journey is in itself an absolute ordeal, which I repeat not the case. We accepted an offer that is true in the DB and went about from Thursday to Friday morning 8.30 at 22.15 clock in the reclining seats are not to call for the life as such and let everyone back away in horror would orthopedists. The return trip was similar times (20.30 Clock - 06.30 clock) and ultimately the associated stress of travel is not prices, at least not so short.
So much for my first visit to Vienna, it is a beautiful city and I also believe that it would take a liking to me. I was somewhat disillusioned But after visiting the Prater - in which it is indeed only a second-rate carnival.
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(Appearances can be deceptive if the image should somehow contribute to the cheerful Prater can. have any fun, it was the, you are a role model assumes greasy men with their money ... oh no matter)
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PS: So much for my report but you look you can see, for film censorship took on so much, that this can not not having stayed the last post with respect to Vienna!
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Kehlchen and I searched on the last Saturday in Vienna's Central Cemetery place after the memorial grave of Karl Kraus from it and could not, despite intense efforts. Two reasons for this bear primary responsibility: the end of the visitors time and the gigantism of this burial site. If it is the largest cemetery in Europe, already the connected area Jewish claims to a huge area and there would be many hours duration, to wander through it thoroughly. Meanwhile, Kraus should be found, and where do I draw my optimism can be derived from the title of this article.
straight from the golden Vienna back to sleep now then the first reports!
