Let’s talk politics

I wrote this a few months ago, still with the intend on working more on it. Now I read it, and think it is good the way it is and I think it can be heard.

After Bernie dropped out I had been mostly distancing myself from politics and the names involved. Still, of course I brushed by some things and found myself more often in the comment sections of r/politics than I would have liked. Also it is very, very hard to get around certain names these days. So, of course, I have an opinion.

Having been in a relationship with an American for a few years has given me a different viewpoint and insight into the US American culture, society and media.

For me Trump almost seems like a logical result of the given conditions. The picture that is given the outside world of the USA is a distinctive one, the country of freedom, where everything is possible. Sure, the more educated individuals were aware that that’s not entirely true and “the crazy USA” was certainly a liked topic in the news as well. Still the picture I got over the years seems a little more wholesome.

America is without doubt a nation of innovation – a front runner in arts and science. But, or rather in connection to that it is also a nation of extreme dichotomy. On the other spectrum we have poverty, a big population of homeless people, the only industrialized country with no paid maternity leave and the worst health system of any developed country. There is a lot of hate, fear. Religion practiced into fanatism brings hate crime (terrorism?), discrimation and oppression in many ways.
But even in the middle of the two extremes is a wide range of diverse people who are burdened with fear of loosing their job, who have to work 3 jobs to get by, who can’t effort to go to the doctor or think about going for way too long, who worry about their retirement or sending their kids to school.
Some of you Germans (or others) might say “we fear those things too.” and yes you do, which is a problem of our (your) society. But I can tell you, you don’t know what it means to have to sell your house to afford cancer treatment for your child, you don’t know what it means to get diagnosed with breast cancer and be back at work 8 weeks later.

Trump is a symptom with many causes. The end result of a lot of hate and fear cooking for a while. We have to go through the valley to go up the mountain again. You can see it already: there has been a lot of compassion, warmth and kindness. Bad times bring people together and force them to be authentic.

Let us not forget that we have a lot of hate and fear cooking in other parts of the world. Let’s get together and make the world a better place – one step at a time – through love and compassion.

Friends?

What does friendship mean? Where does it start – where does it end?
What are the parameters that make a friend a friend and not an acquiantance?
Is it time?
One of my best friends – Terence, a 60 year old ironman competitor, Maori and one of the happiest people I have met, offered me to call him if I ever needed help. I took him up on the offer because I knew he was sincere. I ended up staying for three or four weeks in which we went hiking, running and biking, we talked, we cooked we ate and we spent time with others. He participated in the goat (crazy man) and I supported him.
We had a blast. I came back for something like two months. We climbed up and around mountains, went on roadtrips, shared great meals, stories and many laughs. I got to know probably a quarter of his family (which means around 20 people). Since I left the land of the long white cloud 7 years ago, we have spent around 10 days together in which we walked through Rostock, biked to the Münster in Bad Doberan, along the baltic sea coast, through the iconic Warnemünde Beach (covered on the movie poster of the world famous movie Shutter Island (uncredited)), met my parents, discovered Schwerin and the second best castle of Germany (quote Terence), travelled through Berlin, biked through Potsdam, conquered our fears at the naked beach at the Holy lake and enjoyed a serene afternoon at the Havel, listening to my interpretation of Bo Burnhams Poems.

I say friendship can be there in an instant. Time isn’t a determining factor for friendship. Sure it grows over time but where you jump in on the scale, is open.
What makes a friend a friend is love – liking each other for who we are, acceptance and I guess some willingness to give and share.

Terence was always 100% in, trusting before he even met me. He told me where to find the key if I get to his place before him. He offered everything and gave so much more, without expecting.

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The day I sliced my ass open

For a while I have been thinking about writing about past events and showing past pictures. So here we go.

Rostock, 2012

It was a sunday, not much to do and there was a sufficient snow cover. After some calls, some sledding devices and a group of people were found.
I was joined by Alina, Rico and Paul (all of them adventurous sport students).
We went to the quite pretty park “Wallanlagen” and tried some slopes. We found a narrow one between some trees that wasn’t easy to maneuvre. Each of us tried with more or less success.
When it was my turn, I took the plastic sled (one of those) and went for it. I didn’t manage to stay in and sled some of the short ride with my butt. I came out hurting quite a bit and thought to myself “that will be a good bruise”, assuming I had bumped some roots. We carry on with our sledding adventure and go on to the next slope which is a lot more popular with many children and grown ups.
About 30 minutes after my bump into the “root”, Alina goes: “Cindy, what have you got … oh…OH!”. When I look down on my backside I see a hand sized blood stain on my pants and there is quite a significant tear in my jeans and my stockings. “Oops, maybe I actually bumped a piece of glass.” After some quick thinking (sport students know how to deal with shit), Paul says “we go to Fitness First.” which is only 200m away and is open on Sunday. When we arrive there, I come across a familiar face. The guy I had worked together with in the Bistro in the Zoorestaurant in Schwerin was working at the reception. He brought me into another room and attempted to do some first aid. Being a bit more on the soft side, it wasn’t very easy for him. After I was able to convince him that we won’t call an ambulance, we managed together to put a bandage on my thigh.
I said goodbye to Paul and Alina and continued with Rico who had agreed to drive me to the emergency room. After a short stop at my place, to get out of my bloody pants and to pick up my Eglish lingustics book because Rico had yet to prepare for the final test for the class (it was due in one or two days), we got to the close by emergency room.
Only a short one and a half hours later the doctor took a short look and called in the nurse. She plastered me up and said, if I was lucky I wouldn’t even have a scar and it wouldn’t be a problem to attend the life guard class I was about to take in two weeks from then.

We even got some videos out of it.

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Rico
Alina
Cindy

I think Rico passed his test and I cooked him lasagne for his help (it was really good). I passed the live guard too and I still have a scar.

Seaford

Easter 2016

Over easter Tommy and I went to the southern coast of the UK, to a small little village named Seaford. Seaford turned out to be a lovely little place and our Air bnb was conveniently right in front of a big open pasture used by the local dog population and their owners. Right behind followed the public golf course and the path along the coast line towards the seven sisters.

Seaford was beautiful in many ways: happy, warm people, wonderful scenery and some good weather to feel your body.

 

 

 

London

I guess it is a good time…  (inspired by the attacks in London on March 22nd 2017)

Travelling has shown me that we live in an amazing world after all.
Yes, we are deprived of many things – connection is a big one in a world full of consumption.
Travelling has often and in a myriad of ways opened my eyes to how many kind, warm, sensible and caring people are in this world. How many people are creating, being creative, helping, sharing and reaching out.
Travelling has shown me in what a beautiful world we live.
In a world of turmoil we have to get back together more than ever to connect, change and create.

Here is my take on London from my 2016 visits.

In February my boyfriend, Tommy started working for the start up beautiful destinations which brought him to London to get familiar with the team there before he would work in New York City.

Naturally I got to visit a few times and explore the city. I did all the big sights in one gigantic tiring walking tour. They were fine to look at but mostly crowded. Tommy and I also checked out Brick lane’s market (also crowded and brought me a dress), shoreditch’s vibes and walked along the Thames.

A lasting memory will be the community gardens close to brick lane. They hosted various art and a consortium of little pallet gardens, also people with guitars, bonfires, a piano and a coffee bar. Wonderful place

 

this one morning.

I woke up to little sprinkles of rain on my face. In my sleeping bag, I hopped into the car, where I slept for another hour. The weather stayed pretty gnarly with 80+% humidity, low visibility and low, white clouds. I had breakfast on the cliffs and went down to the beach on the little hiking path, that I found watching the locals. The tide was out and exposed were green-glowing, algea-covered boulders.
In the surf were local men, collecting clams from the rocks. One had a playing puppy jumping around him; another one had a wife sitting peacefully on a rock and a son playing.
I found a lot of fun, rock collecting and taking pictures of the strange formations.
It was very serene and gave me a feeling of calmness and peace. The sun started peaking out after a little while and I fell asleep on the beach.

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