#Berliner Leben

[cyclesofmystery]

1921 cover for the magazine Berliner Leben

[weimarhaus]

[solaradastra]

Promofotos Tatort Berlin, "Vier Leben" (rbb)

[adams-rigatoni]

Hey,

sagmal was sollte man unbeding sehen/machen, wenn man in Saarbrücken ist? Was für empfehlungen hast du da?

Hi! Ich hoffe die Antwort kommt nicht zu spät, Tumblr schickt mal wieder nur sporadisch notifs raus.

Es gibt jetzt nicht so wahnsinnig viele Sehenswürdigkeiten aber ich gehe mit Besucher:innen immer zum Schloss. Von da kann man über die ganze Stadt schauen. Nebenan ist auch das Historische Museum, das sich sehr lohnt wenn man sich für Geschichte interessiert, sehr beeindruckend sind hier auch die alten unterirdischen Schlossmauern. Von dort über die Brücke kommt man zum St. Johanner Markt, dort findet man alle möglichen Gelegenheiten zum Essen und Trinken, von Restaurant über Kneipe bis Streetfood. Für die ultimative Saarbrücken experience gehört eine Rigatoni beim Rigatoni Toni dazu.

Ansonsten lohnt sich auch das Nauwieser Viertel, insbesondere Abends sehr. Hier gibt es viele Kneipen und es ist immer was los. Das Viertel ist eher alternativ und ist so das Künstler- und Studentenviertel.

In eine ähnliche Richtung geht der Osthafen mit dem Silo. Tagsüber kann man hier am Wasser in cooler Atmosphäre chillen, abends gibts im Silo einen Techno Club. Ähnliche vibes wie der Berliner Holzmarkt falls du den kennst. Hier finden auch oft coole Veranstaltungen statt, aktuell findet hier ein Visual Arts Festival statt.

Generell hat Saarbrücken vor allem an Gastronomie einiges zu bieten. Es gibt viele tolle Cafés (meine favs: Lilys Kuchenwerkstatt, Kosmos, Moccachili), coole Kneipen (favs: Synop, Stube 8, Mono), mega viele Restaurants von Hausmannskost, über französische Küche bis Sterneküche. Ansonsten streetfood mäßig ist Rigatoni ein muss, Saarbrücken hat sehr sehr gute Döner (Parkdeck my beloved) und Currywurst bei Kalinski ist auch ungeschlagen.

Saarbrücken ist klein und vlt nicht besonders shiny aber man kann schon gut seine Zeit hier verbringen. Meine Discord peeps haben mich schon oft besucht und trotzdem hatten wir noch nicht Zeit alles zu machen was ich zeigen will.

TLDR: Rigatoni essen, am Schloss people watchen, an der Saar chillen und im Nauwieser was trinken gehen :D

Hope that helps! <3

[theoniprince]

Tatort: Vier Leben, 16.02, 20.15 Uhr, ARD

[piassportjacke]

ich finde es übrigens ja etwas unfair, dass ich berliner nicht so essen kann, dass ich bei den letzten bissen noch marmelade habe, ohne dass es eine riesensauerei gibt :(

[gamat3000]

[silverysnake]

Hab gerade den Song gefunden und es schreit so sehr nach Adam das ich den nicht für mich behalten konnte

[13-wonder-writer]

Karow ist echt auf so ner Mission, so offputting wie möglich zu sein. Und sobald man sich an seine shenanigans gewöhnt hat, poof kommt sein nächster Schachzug

[spruechevonherzen]

Ich dachte immer, dass es gut ist, wenn man, was anspricht oder halt sagt, was einem stört. Aber da lag ich wohl falsch. Wenn man was anspricht, wird man nur bestraft. Und nur der eine hat halt Schuld. Was ist denn noch richtig??? Was sagen und alles verlieren oder schweigen und alles hinnehmen. Auf jeden Fall, wie ich es mache ist es falsch. Am besten nichts mehr ansprechen und es so hinnehmen wie es ist.

[sherbertilluminated]

Something about how Rodenburg describes Felix Mendelssohn's Grave in Bilder aus dem Berliner Leben

It is quiet in this churchyard; one only hears the world as if at a great distance. Gentle evening sunshine comes in from the west, and the trees shiver. Here on a gravestone I see the words "they are* certainly in God's counsel"—and a melody envelops me as if it were sent to guide me, and I go after it, and I am like a sleepwalker, and I stand before a grave with a white cross and an inscription in gold letters: Jakob Ludwig Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy Born Hamburg Feb. 3 1809, died Leipzig Nov. 4 1847. I remember I was still a boy when the obituary of the prematurely-departed Mendelssohn-Bartholdy went through Germany, and even reached me in my cloister-like school dormitory on the Weser [river]; and I know what a supernatural impression—for back then the railroad was completely new—was made on me by that nocturnal ride, when the corpse of the unforgettable man was led to Berlin, where he wanted to rest in his homeground, next to the one who from childhood had been dearest to him.

And then immediately after the graves of Fanny and the family, that of Rahel Varnhagen:

Not far from these graves, in the same churchyard, are three others —three, but these are also as a closed group: Varnhagen's grave, Rahel's grave, and the grave of their trusted servant, Rahel's Dore. So completely grown-over and concealed by ivy are these graves and stones, that it is difficult to penetrate to the names. But as they stood before me now, what a plenitude of memories were awakened by them: of the house on Mauerstraße, which still, albeit with little external and considerable internal change, looks down onto the Französischer Straße. How well I still know the corner window on the first [i.e. the second] floor, and what a brilliant row of celebrities came before under the gazes of the young student there! Celebrities of literature, celebrities of society; for all, from the days of the Romantic era to those of Atta Troll,** had once passed through that salon and left behind a perfume of the past; something that smelled of dust and wilted flowers, like an old book struck open. But how intoxicating that scent was for us, the coming generation, and how hard it is for us now, in a world that has become so realistic, to think with anything but piety on these dregs of a generation in which Romanticism was not yet dead, as one might say, but the throne itself, politics, the attackers as well as the attacked, the liberal opposition and even the radical strivings of liberty threw open their glittering coats. We first got clever and practical only much later. Our outer life became richer, our inner life poorer; but that time was thoroughly artistically, thoroughly literarily or belletristically-inclined; and a parting glance from the same fell on this old-fashioned salon which appeared at the beginning of the century in which I saw a few of our elders—

He describes the figures at the salon for a while, and I might translate that only it is late and this post is long, and then—

Rahel was already dead twenty years when I came to Varnhagen's house. But her picture hung on the wall, her spirit still drifted through these rooms, and Dore was still alive—as sometimes, Dore had opened the door to me and, doing so, smiled at me with the good, friendly face from the old times. Rahel died in Dore's arms. When she, in her last, difficult illness Dore called her "my excellent lady" she called "oh what ever! It's myexcellentladied-out! Call me Rahel!" And five days before her death, she turned to Varnhagen who was sitting beside her bed: "What a story!" she called out, deeply-moved. "As a refugee from Egypt and Palestine I am here, and find help, love and care from you! ...with sublime delight I think of this my origin and the whole interdependence of fate, through which the oldest memories of the human race ware bound together with newest conditions of things and the farthest spatial and temporal differences. What was for such a long part of my life the greatest humiliation, the most bitter pain and misfortune, [i.e.] to be born a Jewish woman. I wouldn't miss that for any price."

There's something here about Day and Night, the almost supernatural melody leading Rodenberg to Felix's grave, the corpse of the composer rushing through the night in a shiny new traincar, the ghost of a lost golden age inhabiting the Varnhagen apartment, the supernatural fear he remembers at the news Felix's death vs. the overwhelming nostalgia he feels for Rahel's salon... It's late and I can't formulate a thesis but Rodenberg is doing something extraordinary with ghosts here.

*I suspect this is "es" as in "das Kind" and that this is a child's grave, but the inscription could also be read as "it is in God's counsel"

**Atta Troll or a Midsummer Night's Dream is the next work of Heine's on my reading list.

[kickys-kleine-welt]

[weimarhaus]

[solaradastra]

Tatort: Vier Leben | rbb

[germananon]

it's so fucking scary how much american politics are always gonna influence the rest of the world. like take abortion for example. the laws and access in germany have been shite anyway, but personally at least i feel like the discussion around it has become so noticeably influenced by american right wing talking points in recent years. it's scary as shit

Absolutely. Whatever happens in America ripples out all over the place and changes how people elsewhere talk and think about politics in their own homes. And obviously in this specific case it'll embolden all the wannabe dictators and right-wing nutcases everywhere. We're already in a right-wing resurgence. The next years are going to be not great.

[tatort-sideblog]

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