#Bierstube

[greenbagjosh]

Day 2 and 3 - 10th and 11th October 2009 in Kyiv (original post)

Привет, как ты? Сегодня мы совершим пешеходную экскурсию по Киеву.

Привітання, як справи? Сьогодні ми здійснимо пішохідну екскурсію по Києву.

Прывітанне, як справы? Сёння мы зробім пешаходную экскурсію па Кіеву.

Today, Saturday the 10th October 2009, is the great walk day in Kyiv, the capital of Ukraine. The weather is supposed to be cloudy and cold, maybe in the upper 40s / around 8 or 9 Celsius. Rain is not forecast until Sunday the 11th.

What time zone is Ukraine in? In 2009, it was the same as in Bucharest, Athens, Istanbul, Sofia and Nikosia, as well as Kaliningrad and Minsk, using daylight savings time, so one hour ahead of most of Central Europe, and one hour behind Moscow and St. Petersburg. At that time of the year, the sun rises no earlier than 8 AM (go up north to about 60N latitude, it may not even rise until 8:45 AM!). So that makes waking up a bit difficult for those who came from lower latitudes. We will make it to breakfast time somehow! I showered and got dressed and put my camera in my day bag. Somehow I went the wrong way down the hall, and ended up with a view of an Orthodox church Микіл��ський собор / Mykilʹsʹkyy Sobor, and I found the other USSR-era elevator that served the even floors, as opposed to the odd floors.

The hostel building itself did not have a specific breakfast room, so there was a restaurant close to Vulitsa Mykoly Pymonenka. I had some coffee with eggs, bacon and toast. I probably sat at the table for half an hour, thinking about the Lonely Planet walk route. I wondered if I would also have time to see the Пам'ятник жертвам нацизму / monument to victims of Nazism site, called “Babin Yar” and near the Dorohozhychi metro station.

After breakfast, I walked to a ticket kiosk and bought a ticket for the trolley bus. I caught the bus at Vulitsa Hoholivska and went to the Lukianivska metro station. Just like on the metro, the busses also had the “Обережно, двері закриваються.” announcement with next stop. I bought a few more turquoise tokens for the metro, and rode the green line to Zoloti Vorota, changed to the red line at Teatral’na (did not hear the Natalya Morozova song that time, but the next time I was not so lucky), rode one stop to Kreshchatyk and exited to Maidan Nezalezhnosti, the central independence square, where the walk supposedly started. My only goal was to complete the walk before sunset and not get turkey-dropped, a common “lost-wallet” scam of some unscrupulous locals.

The walk started off, crossing the Vulitsa Kreshchatyk, which was blocked off to normal vehicular traffic for the weekend, and follow along Arkhitektora Horodetsko to the Mykola Yakovenko statue. That led to the Gorodetsky House that had chimera gargoyles sculpted on the outside, and also the presidential administration building. In the Ukraine you can take photos of the outside of the presidential administration building without the local police and secret service really caring too much, but if you do the same in Minsk, Belarus? You can get into big trouble, but more about that later.

After the presidential palace, I walked southwest on Vulitsa Bankova, to Vulitsa Liuteranska, and to the end of Vulitsa Shovkovychna, where the Ukrainian Parliament building is located, and has its own traffic signal (I think you may have seen the parliament building in the video). At that time, about maybe 11 AM was a demonstration at the Mariinsky Park next door. I spent maybe ten minutes listening and realizing I did not understand well enough what was going on, so I walked further towards the Dnieper.

Saturdays when the weather is good in Kiev, couples making their wedding photos like to go to the Mariinsky Park for example. I must have counted six or seven couples in total, having photo parties and such. Even at one stage, I saw a Chrysler 300C extended limo driving along the driveway. The park consists also of the grounds of the Dinamo soccer stadium, Park Bridge and Museum of Water, as well as the Friendship of Nations Arch. I think that is where I saw my final wedding couple, or so I thought.

After crossing the Congress Center at Vulitsa Mykhaila Hrushevskoho, I took a break at Volodymyrska Hill, I ate some beer nuts and drank one of my bottles of Kvass. I think I was at the halfway point, and it was around 1 PM. I did not run into any turkey droppers. Not yet anyway.

After the Volodymyrska Hill, I walked to the St. Michael’s monastery. Nearby is the funicular train, marked in Cyrillic as “Фунікулер”, that descends to almost the shore level of the Dnieper at the Metro station Poshtova Ploshcha. And it costs about 1.70 UAH per ride. The monastery chapel explicitly forbade the wedding parties to film at that spot, as there was a written sign in Ukrainian to that effect. I took some photos of the golden domed monastery before moving on to the bell tower of Saint Sophia. The clouds gave way at that moment and it must have warmed up to the mid 50s, or about 12 to 14 C.

After the Saint Sophia bell tower, I walked along Vulitsa Volodymyrska to the Golden Gate Park. I think this is where the first failed turkey drop happened. The turkey drop is some scam where a local has some money in a plastic bag and he drops it, and if someone picks it up, they are the turkey. That is how I understand it. If there is any money, it is best to leave it alone and nothing will happen. Until the next person anyway. Information on that scam at https://www.lonelyplanet.com/.../for-all-the-great-kiev.... The next one would be along the Булвар Tarasa Shevchenko after St. Volodymyr’s Cathedral. Don’t think anything of that turkey drop and then walk further to enjoy a bit of the Taras Shevchenko Park, before taking a break at the Shalena Mama café. I had a glass of Kvass there, though they served meals, and I was more in the mood for a bowl of borsht at the Viola’s Bierstube. Sadly since after my visit in October 2009, the Shalena Mama closed down years after, and was replaced by a Domino’s Pizza. Gosh, even Kiev is not immune to globalization.

I found the Viola’s Bierstube just at the intersection of Bulvar Tarasa Shevchenka and Vulitsa Khreshchatyk. There is, or rather, was, a statue of Lenin, at that intersection, but it was replaced with a big stone with Ukranian engraving. Across the road is an underground mall, connected to the Bessarabsky Market. In the Viola Bierstube I had a beer and a bowl of borsht – passing on the four ounces of complimentary mustard that they seem to freely give out, they do the same thing at the original Bierstube on Vulitsa Velyka Vasylkivska near the Ploshcha Lva Tolshtoho / Palats Sportu metro station. I was careful not to spend too much, as most places in Ukraine do not accept credit cards. After making it to the Bessarabsky Market, I had reached the end of the walk as stated in the Lonely Planet Guide. I think it was getting around 7 PM or so, and sunset was around 7:30 PM. I had other places I wanted to visit, but I was feeling worn out. Even the original Bierstube was a bit difficult to find but I think I found it on Monday the 13th.

I went back to the hostel, left my day bag in the room and went to Vino e Cucina on Sichovykh Striltsiv for pizza. The pizza was good. I went to bed after walking back home. At some point, I would have to get a train ticket for Minsk in Belarus for Monday evening arriving in Minsk on Tuesday the 14th. I would try my luck the next day at the Кіїв Пассажірскії rail station.

Tomorrow Sunday 11th October 2009 is the pilgrimage to the Lavra, a large campus of Ukrainian Orthodox chapels, near the Arsenal’na metro station. Also the city military museum (some content there can be disturbing) with the Motherland Monument, Indian food, rickety tram ride on a USSR-era Tatra unit, and the monument to WWII victims. To cap it off, a dinner on Khreshchatyk and breakdancing just like from the early to mid 1980s. Stay tuned for more!

Спокойной ночи и до завтра!

На добраніч, і до завтра!

Дабранач, і да заўтра!

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DORTMUND (a brewery) / GERMANY

[schneiderbergamlaim]

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[staceysoleil]

Tulsa Oktoberfest 2024: A Sunday Brunch You Won’t Forget

When it comes to celebrating Bavarian culture in the heart of Oklahoma, Tulsa Oktoberfest does it like no other. Recently recognized as America’s Best Oktoberfest by USA Today, Tulsa’s festivities bring a slice of Germany to the banks of the Arkansas River, blending age-old traditions with modern, family-friendly fun. And while there’s no shortage of food, music, and excitement throughout the festival, one event stands out as a must-do: the Sunday morning brunch, Frühstück auf dem Oktoberfest, hosted in the lively Paulaner Bierstube.

A Family Feast and Adult-Friendly Fun

Sunday morning at Tulsa Oktoberfest is all about Frühstück, or breakfast, done the German way. From 11:00 a.m. to 12:30 p.m., families, friends, and festival-goers gather for a delightful brunch that offers something for everyone. Picture this: tables laden with authentic German fare, the warm sound of live German music filling the air, and the inviting clink of beer mugs and champagne glasses—a perfect blend for a memorable start to your Sunday.

Seated right in front of the stage, we couldn’t have asked for a better spot to soak up the action. Just a few feet away, the GAST German Blaskapelle band played lively Bavarian tunes, setting a cheerful, authentic atmosphere that made us feel transported to Munich. This wasn’t just background music; the performances by Das ist Lustig and traditional German dancers captivated everyone, young and old alike. Kids watched wide-eyed as dancers in traditional attire swirled across the stage, while adults enjoyed the upbeat energy and perhaps even joined in a few claps and cheers.

For those looking to elevate their brunch experience, Oktoberfest goes beyond coffee and orange juice. Beer and champagne are served alongside the meal, allowing adults to truly indulge in the Bavarian spirit. With the Paulaner Bierstube’s selection of German brews, there’s no better way to celebrate Oktoberfest than with a toast to good food, good friends, and a great festival atmosphere.

A Taste of Germany in Every Bite

But let’s talk about the food—the true heart of any brunch. Tulsa Oktoberfest doesn’t disappoint, offering a range of traditional German dishes that would make any food lover’s heart sing. Classic potato pancakes, juicy bratwurst, fluffy pretzels, and sauerkraut are just a few of the options that bring the flavors of Germany to Oklahoma. Each dish is prepared with authenticity in mind, capturing the comforting, hearty qualities that define German cuisine.

It’s easy to see why this brunch draws a crowd. Families piled their plates high, savoring the unique offerings that set this brunch apart from any typical Sunday meal. And while the kids enjoyed their pancakes and pretzels, adults were more than happy to sample the various beers on offer—making this brunch a winning choice for everyone in the family.

Beyond the Brunch: Highlights of Tulsa Oktoberfest 2024

Of course, the brunch is just one highlight of the six-day event. Tulsa Oktoberfest offers a wide array of activities, from live performances on the double-decker stage at Das Glockenspiel to the crowd-favorite cabin-themed bar by Cabin Boys Brewery. The festival grounds are packed with things to do for all ages. The Lufthansa Technik Biergarten keeps the energy high with rock performances from Dorfrocker, while the FC Tulsa Games and Competitions Arena hosts barrel races and Bavarian Cup team competitions.

For those who love a bit of shopping, the expanded Arts and Crafters Markthaus offers authentic Bavarian souvenirs and Oktoberfest merchandise, making it easy to take a piece of the festival home. And with hands-on arts and activities for kids in das Jugendzelt, it’s clear that this festival is designed with family enjoyment in mind.

Keeping Tradition Alive in Tulsa

Tulsa Oktoberfest owes much of its authenticity to the German-American Society of Tulsa (GAST), whose members volunteer their time and skills to keep the festival as close to Bavarian tradition as possible. From folk dancers to the food booth where you can find potato pancakes and bratwurst, GAST’s contributions help ensure that each Oktoberfest visitor experiences a genuine taste of German culture.

Why You Shouldn’t Miss Next Year’s Brunch

There’s a reason Tulsa Oktoberfest has become a staple for locals and visitors alike. The Frühstück auf dem Oktoberfest brunch is more than just a meal; it’s a cultural experience, a community gathering, and a celebration of all things Bavarian. With live music, traditional dances, and authentic German flavors, it’s the perfect way to spend a Sunday morning. So grab your family, bring your friends, and make a plan to join in the festivities next October. After all, there’s nothing quite like raising a glass at Tulsa Oktoberfest, where a taste of Germany awaits right here in Oklahoma.

[benkaden]

"Willi sitzt wieder in der Bierstube und ich bin zum Schreiben verurteilt."

Ansichtskarte

Binz (1985): Ostseebad BINZ (Rügen) Turm des Wasserrettungsdienstes

Reichenbach (Vogtl): BILD UND HEIMAT REICHENBACH (VOGTL) (A 1/B 109/85 IV-14-483 01 01 13 318)

Foto: Mohr, Berlin

1985

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Soap: cmon lass! It’s not that bad! Gimme a smile!

Soap in the briefing room after finding out what König did: creeping Jesus. It’s that bad.

Soap, again, after the graves incident: Never mind. Not so bad. Good on ya mate!

I’d like to think that soap is the background watching Engel and König and very quietly rooting for them because she’s such a genuine sweetheart and he also sort of hopes she will get a handle on the brute. Poor guy.

Graves slander aside, wowWWIEEE IS JUST FRIENDS PERFECT OR WHAT??? It’s so good. Reread it like. 5 times already? GOT ME EATING ROCKS ITS SO GOOD! Do you have any hcs on what your König looks like besides the scarring? Does he have a favorite flower? I’d love it if you just shared some of your behind the scenes thoughts on such a perfect fic. I cannot explain to you how good it is!

AAAAAA! 5 times? Eating rocks?? Why thank you!! I'm so happy!!! 🩷🩷🩷

Also, your message made me laugh so hard my cheeks hurt. "Good on ya mate" LOL. (God I love it that you don't take this so seriously, after all it's a crackfic) And now I can't get over the mental image of Soap watching these two like this:

Maybe eating some popcorn too and wondering who's gonna get stabbed next or if König will indeed calm.the.fuck.down with our crazy little cleaning lady.

A few pics of what my version of König looks like (Don't look if you wish to keep your own visions intact!) below the cut:

My version of König looks something like this:

And König's favourite flowers are apple blossoms 🌸. He loves the beginning of summer. He has fond memories of drinking Radler in some Bierstube right after he joined the army. Apple trees were in full bloom that day.

Probably has short, light brown hair (some basic military haircut or then high fade with a very short fringe or smth).

König also has this almost Greco-Roman wrestler physique under all that gear. Likes to swim or something, like 2000 meters in one go (or until the urge to kill everyone who looked at him the wrong way that day passes). He could be a triathlonist but his mass & powerful thighs would break every bike in the world, so :|

[lamilanomagazine]

Vicenza: Sabato sera di controlli ai locali della movida, il BierStube segnalato per musica ad alto volume

Vicenza: Sabato sera di controlli ai locali della movida, il BierStube segnalato per musica ad alto volume. La notte tra sabato e domenica è stata particolarmente intensa per gli Agenti delle Volanti della Questura, a causa dei numerosi interventi necessari per controllare vari locali della movida, interessati da diverse segnalazioni. Alle 00.45 il primo intervento presso il BierStube di Viale Verona per una segnalazione di musica ad alto volume. Sul posto, gli Agenti hanno controllato la situazione, sollecitando la proprietà alla regolazione delle emissioni sonore. Alle 1.10 le Volanti intervenivano all'esterno del locale JASHIRA CLUB ove era stata segnalata una rissa, verificando, invece, l'assenza di qualsiasi turbativa. L'autore della segnalazione veniva richiamato dalla Sala Operativa per capire meglio di cosa si trattasse e questi precisava che era stata segnalata una rissa avvenuta alcune ore prima. Alle ore 1.20, sono poi intervenuti nei pressi di Villa Bonin ove era stato segnalato un alterco tra alcuni avventori a cui veniva negato l'ingresso e gli addetti alla vigilanza privata del locale. Nel frangente, gli Agenti hanno documentato l'accaduto e ristabilito una situazione di tranquillità, anche verificando la presenza di adeguate giustificazioni per cui non veniva consentito l'ingresso. Alle ore 3.30, sono interventi nel parcheggio esterno al Boys in Via dell'Oreficeria per un alterco tra alcune persone che dopo aver discusso all'interno del locale erano state allontanate dagli addetti alla vigilanza. I presenti venivano identificati ed allontanati, non presentando segni evidenti di percosse o colluttazione. Infine, alle 6.30 di domenica mattina, intervenivano all'esterno del Totem di Via Vecchia Ferriera dove alcuni giovani riferivano di essere stati aggrediti nel parcheggio per futili motivi. Nessuno presentava segni evidenti di colluttazione. Venivano assunte le testimonianze delle persone informate ed acquisite le immagini dell'impianto di videosorveglianza per il seguito d'indagine. Sui vari episodi sono in corso approfondimenti investigativi da parte delle Volanti della Questura.... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article

[magheteenonsjeminderzijn]

Ik word wakker omdat er wat WhatsApp verkeer is tussen Koen en Marcel over de lunch die we vandaag met Koen en Hannah hebben. Het is 9.30 dus op zich een mooie tijd om mijn bed uit te gaan. Nog beetje haasten ook want Marcel heeft afgesproken dat we rond 11 uur in de Hilversumse Meent zijn en om 12 uur de lunch bij Drusius in Bussum.

Vandaag mijn ochtend zuivel dag (mag max 3x per week zuivel in de ochtend) en dat gaat ook iets minder snel naar binnen dan crackers.

Ik heb wat bosbessen en ongebrande amandelen bij de Skyr gedaan en binnen een kwartiertje had ik het op.

Marcel stond braaf te wachten en uiteindelijk zijn we om 10.45 de deur uitgegaan en om 11.15 arriveren we bij Koen en Hannah in de Hilversumse Meent.

Was even gezellig en heerlijk gegeten. Leuke tent Darius en leuke eigenaar. Ik heb een carpaccio salade gegeten en de toast aan Koen gegeven. Keurig glaasje spa rood erbij. Goed bezig Von!

Na een uurtje vond Manuel het wel mooi geweest en hebben we afscheid genomen en zijn we richting de Vakantiebeurs gegaan.

Lekker druk op de Vakantiebeurs. Marcel heeft daar meer last van dan dat ik dat heb. Paar standjes bezocht maar er was niet zo veel te vinden over Japan (voor Linda), Denemarken (Mike) en USA/Canada (voor ons). Door naar Norske waar Eveline staat Even gekletst en toen op zoek naar Cees die in de Bierstube zou zitten.

We hebben hem gevonden! De mannen aan het bier ik netjes een cola zero. Tussendoor ook nog mijn yoghurt genomen.

Er was gezellige Duitse hoempapa muziek vooral Cees ging lekker los. Rond 16.15 zijn we naar huis gereden. Nog even langs AH voor het eten van vanavond, morgen en dinsdag.

Voor Marcel een rode kool ovenschotel gemaakt waar hij weer een paar dagen van kan eten. Ik ga maar weer aan de 400 gr wokgroenten en een Duits biefstukje. Ik kom er wel net achter dat er recepten in de NF app staan doe voor deze week rekening houden met mijn voedingspatroon. Vanaf woensdag ga ik dat maar eens uitproberen.

Na het eten weer mijn cappuccino zonder schuim.

Daarna samen met Marcel gastenlijst maken voor ons verjaardagsfeest op 6 juli. Komen toch al op 43. Nog even de laatste 2 afleveringen van Berlin gekeken en daarna lekker naar bed.

[greenbagjosh]

Епізод трі (3) Недели 11 Октябр 2009

Привет всем, сегодня мы идем в Лавру, к памятнику Родины и в Бабин Яр. Возможно, мы также получим железнодорожный пропуск в Минск.

Hi everyone, did you survive yesterday’s (10 October 2009) walk through Kiev? Today (11 October 2009) we may not need to do as much walking. We likely will be using public transit more than the previous two days. Which means we have to buy single fare tickets and blue chips.

The plan for Sunday the 11th of October 2009, was to visit the Lavra towards the west bank of the Dnieper, a bit south of where we went walking, then visit the Motherland Monument, the monument to the victims of WWII and maybe do some walking along Vulitsa Kreshchatyk and maybe find the location of the Bierstube that I read so much about (the actual address was previously mentioned). The day was mostly rainy, and the temperatures were about the mid 40s, so 6 to 8 degrees Celsius.

Sundays the restaurant next to the hostel was closed, so I had to find somewhere to eat on the way to the Lavra. Where is the Lavra? It is south of the metro station Arsenal’na, which was in 2009 the deepest metro station at about 700 feet below the street surface (gasp!) You would need two sets of escalators to get from the street to the station platform. At Arsenal’na, you would need to catch the bus line 24 to the Lavra entrance.

The first order of business was to try to buy a train ticket from Kyiv Passazhirsky to Minsk. Preferably I would want it for Monday evening on the 12th, so that I could take a direct night train. So I had to take the trolleybus from Vulitsa Poltavska Publichna biblioteka imeni Lesi Ukrainky to Teatral’na, and take the red line metro to Vokzal’na / Passazhirsky. For the long distance train office, you have to exit the metro station, walk to the northern end of the station, walk through the long hall with the little travel boutiques and such, then the office is at the south end. The people do not speak English well enough to be understood, so I had to rely on another customer who knew English – and he did not ask for any payment in return. I wanted to get a “Platskartniy” ticket from Kiev to Minsk for the 12th October, but they said that there were no more spaces. Also they took only cash as the credit card system was down. Otherwise I might have considered to pay extra for “Kupeniy” class. They had an opening for Tuesday morning at 11 AM, go west in the direction of L’viv, change at Korosten, and arrive Wednesday the 14th in Minsk about 5 AM. I accepted that offer.

I had to call the hotel in Minsk but I did not have a cellphone of my own at the time. In that case, I would need to buy a telephone card for a “taksofon” / таксофон, which is Russian for payphone. I called the hotel in Minsk, and luckily someone was able to speak in German to understand my situation. They were fine, that I would arrive a day later than originally planned, and my Belarus visa would not be affected in any way. I would receive a refund on the credit card that I prepaid the hotel’s stay. Then as a joke, after I ended that call, I called my home phone and left a message as if I were Borat. Yes, that same journalist who greets with “Yagshemash!”.

Well it was time for a late breakfast, as it was getting around 9:30 AM. I took the red line metro to Arsenal’na. I think it took about five minutes on both escalators. The first one went parallel to the station platforms for maybe 350 feet. Then I had to turn right for the second escalator to go up a further 350 feet. Imagine having to climb stairs if the escalators went out of service! There was a café just outside the Arsenal’na called the “Kav’yarnya” that had a decent food offering. It was not exactly the usual food I would eat for breakfast, but it was filling. For example a potato salad with peas. The coffee was fine. About 10:30 I took the bus 24 to the Lavra, passing the Monument to the Unknown Soldier. The Lavra is a campus of chapels and galleries. To take photographs inside, you have to pay about 100 Hryvnia for a day permit.

Inside the Lavra are three churches, the bell tower, and a gazebo with a huge layered stone. Inside the galleries looked nicer than the churches considering the weather, but I have recently seen Google Maps show the churches in sunny weather. The artworks were of liturgical subject matter, namely high concentration of Orthodox icons, and Cyrillic from the days of St. Cyril and Methodius. If you go to the courtyard of Refectory Church of Sts. Anthony and Theodosius Pechersky, you can see the large garden complex that leads to the Dnieper, including the Nativity of Our Lady church. Before leaving the upper part of the Lavra, there is a shop open, that will sell wooden icons, from anywhere between 50 UAH to maybe 200 UAH depending on the size.

I thought about, after leaving the Lavra, if I wanted to eat at Trapezna onsite or the Tsars’ke Selo about a quarter mile away from the entrance, but somehow I decided to go downhill to Dniprovskyi Descent and see if I could reach the Motherland Monument faster. I knew of a tram line that used to run along the Naberezhne shosse, so I boarded it at the stop closest to the Kyiv Founder’s Monument and rode it just one stop to the line’s end. It was a very rickety tram, as it was of the Tatra T3 type and most of the lines in general had fallen into disrepair that they could not go faster than 20 mph / 30 km/h. I ended up at an Indian restaurant called the New Bombay Palace. Since I came that far, and the place accepted credit cards, I decided to eat there. I had mutton with the creamed spinach and cheese chunks. And rice pudding. I think I had the Indian tea as well. It cost maybe 80 UAH altogether including tip.

Before going to the Motherland Monument, I took bus 55 from the New Bombay Palace to the Pecherska metro station, and I walked up and down Bulvar Lesi Ukrainky but it was mainly high rise apartments that I remembered from my prior visit to the USSR in July and August 1990. Maybe a few shops and grocery stores, but that was it. I took the metro to Vydubichi and Slavutich to cross the Dnieper. The metro comes out of tunnel on the green line from Vydubichi and goes back into tunnel prior to Slavutich. Eastward along Mykoly Bazhana Avenue was pretty much just apartments and the odd store or restaurant, and it was the same route I went on Friday the 9th October from the airport to the central rail station Passazhirskiy. So I went back on the green line to Pecherska, went back to the Bombay Palace on bus line 55, then I walked up the hill to the Motherland Monument. I had to walk uphill on Vulitsa Lavrs’ka and then Vulitsa Zapecherna and then I ended up at the monument.

The Motherland Monument is one of those statues, that came from an earlier era, namely the USSR. And it is controversial. It was completed when Lenoid Brezhnev was in power, years prior to Gorbachev. In particular this is a 300 foot stainless steel woman with a sword in her right hand, and the USSR shield in her left hand. From Wikipedia on that subject: “In April 2015, the parliament of Ukraine outlawed Soviet and Communist symbols, street names and monuments, in a decommunization attempt.[9] But World War II monuments are excluded from these laws.[10] Director of the Ukrainian Institute of National Remembrance Volodymyr Viatrovych stated in February 2018 that the state emblem of the Soviet Union on the shield of the monument should be removed according to the decommunization laws. It is not removed, however, still by today. [11]”

The Motherland Monument was only an outside display for the National Museum of the History of Ukraine in the Second World War.

In the museum, there are many examples of propaganda, on both sides of the war, be it Axis or the Allies. The USSR was always of the opinion that it was doing the right thing. The top floor has a ceiling light in red that has “CCCP” and “Pobeda” Победа (victory) in Russian. Leaving the museum, the outside also has many tanks on display year round.

I took bus 24 back to Arsenal’na, so that I could at least try to see the Babyn Yar, namely the monument to the victims of WWII. This would require transferring at Teatral’na / Zoloti Vorota, and taking the green line to Dorohozhichi. There would be a park, where there actually used to be housing until it was bombed in WWII, and whatever was demolished was cleared away and was just a park to walk through. I spent maybe ten minutes reflecting and such. It was kind of emotionally draining to be there. I left and went to the Bonus Super Price grocery store for some snacks, and some Ukrainian beers to take home. It was slowly getting late but I was glad to make it to Babyn Yar, regardless of how it made me feel to see it.

After Babyn Yar, I took the green line to Teatral’na / Zoloti Vorota and the red line to Kreshchatyk to end up at Maidan Nezalezhnosti where I transferred to the blue line and go as far as Poshtova Ploshcha, maybe about twenty feet above the Dnieper river. Walking along the Borychiv Descent there were pedestrian bridges to the river walkway. I thought about taking a ride on the river boats but it was getting late. So I went back to Maidan Nezalezhnosti.

Kreshchatyk was cut off from vehicular traffic that evening. I went to look for the Bierstube and I found it. It was in an alley about a few hundred feet from the Ploshcha Lva Tolstoho station on Vulitsa Velyka Vasylkivska. The beer selection was not so good but it was delicious all the same. I ordered a beef stroganoff, that came with excellent mushroom sauce. The Bierstube also had the mugs of mustard and ketchup, complimentary with a meal – with beef stroganoff I am not sure it would go particularly well but no matter. What is the difference between the original Bierstube and Viola’s Bierstube that I visited Saturday the 10th October? The original one belonged to Viola’s ex-husband Erik, who originally came from the former East Germany. I guess their management styles clashed and Viola decided to open her own Bierstube a few blocks away near the Bessarabsky Market. Both have long since went out of business, but I am glad to have been to both when they were still open.

What did I do after dinner? At the "Zemelʹnyy Kapital" bank, there was a musical setup with a dancefloor for breakdancing. I think there were about five men in their 20’s who were breakdancing and I stayed about twenty minutes for that before going back to the hostel. There was still more sightseeing to do in Kiev, and I would have an unexpected extra night at the hostel as opposed to being on the train and at the hotel in Minsk. At least arrangements were made so it was not much to worry about.

And what was the plan for Monday the 12th October 2009? Visit to the Ukrainian National Chernobyl Museum, National Museum of Folk Architecture and Life of Ukraine, and a real tasty chicken kiev.

Good night and be careful and don’t go to the real Chernobyl!!!!!

[postcardist]

My adventures with OG started in Munich years ago during Fasching, which is what Bavarians call Carnival. I was walking through the town center on Weiberfastnacht, which is the Women’s Carnival Day, wearing my very best bespoke suit and a brand new Hugo Boss tie, when a young woman wearing a mask ran up to me, looked me straight in the eye, and then took a pair of scissors out of her costume pocket and SNIP! She cut my very expensive tie right off of me. “Why did you do that?” I hollered in English. The mask-wearing woman replied, “Weil i di mog.” I was so flustered, I thought she said “Wild night, you know?” It was wild, all right. On Weiberfastnacht there are no rules. And women do as they please. Some give out kisses. Some cut the ties off unsuspecting Americans. 🍻 The tie cutting happened on a Thursday. Fast forward to Tuesday, what they call Fastnachtdiesnstag in Bavaria. It’s Mardi Gras times 100. There is partying. Lots of beer drinking. Everyone is in costume. And I got in trouble. Some guys decided they didn’t like my lederhosen hot pants costume paired with a poet’s shirt. Several of them dragged me outside the bierstube to give me a pre-Lenten beating. The first few kicks started happening, then while I was covering my head I heard a bunch of thuds. The bad guys were sprawled on the ground. And that masked young woman who cut my tie off a few days earlier was holding an Akido Jō, a wooden fighting stick, above her head. The bad guys staggered up, then ran away. And I said, “Thank you. But why did you do that?” And my masked protector answered, “Weil i di mog.” 🥋 So when I got this card from OG this year it brought back so many memories. My tie. How she rescued me. And how she taught me a very important Bavarian phrase: Weil i di mog. It means “because I like you.” Weil i di mog, @original.gitti. Thank you for all the adventures. I’m glad it started with this one. #adventureswithog https://www.instagram.com/p/Co7RKkwgKHi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jbgravereaux]

Est-ce ainsi que les hommes vivent? causerie par Bernard Scheil

[la causerie commence par l'écoute de la version de Marc Ogeret]                                                                                                                                                  ...Nous sommes dans un bordel, en 1919, dans la Sarre occupée par l'armée française à laquelle appartient Aragon. Aragon, médecin militaire, parmi ses missions, avait dû choisir parmi les volontaires les 29 filles du bordel militaire, en les examinant pour éviter qu'elles ne filent la vérole à la garnison. "Bierstude", c'est-à-dire "brasserie", n'est qu'un euphémisme: Nina, Linda et Lola sont de jeunes prostituées vivant dans un petit confort bourgeois typiquement allemand tandis que l'Allemagne vaincue, brimée et affamée, puise dans son humiliation les raisons d'une vengeance qui vaudra à Aragon d'être une nouvelle fois médecin dans une nouvelle guerre. Et dans un régiment de dragons figurez-vous...                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Le poème est mélancolique car non seulement le tableau historique était sombre et l'ambiance délétère, mais aussi et surtout parce que l'état d'esprit de l'Aragon d'alors s'en ressentait lourdement. Il écrira à un de ses proches, “Les raisons de vivre diminue avec les jours” et demandera, dans une démarche bien rimbaldienne, une mutation pour l'Orient qui lui sera refusée. Il faut écouter le poème en entier, car Ferré a réalisé un important travail de découpe et de recomposition. Pour son adaptation de L'étrangère, Ferré a renoncé aux deux tiers du poème. Pour Est-ce ainsi que les hommes vivent, la coupe est plus légère: quatre strophes sur onze, les quatre premières passent à la trappes, à l'exception des deux derniers vers de la quatrième dont Ferré fera son refrain...                                                                                                                              ...Mais le texte qui nous occupe est habité par la figure d’Apollinaire. Aragon l’a découvert à 16 ans, en 1913. Apollinaire était le chef de file de la génération nouvelle. La contradiction entre cette admiration et les positions bellicistes d’Apollinaire n’est pas si déchirante pour le jeune Aragon qui, sans culture politique, place la littérature par dessus tout...                                                                                                                                                                                    Est-ce ainsi que les hommes vivent? - Société belge des amis ...

[hakenisverslavend]

Dagje toerist in eigen stad!

[auckie]

Your list of minor inconveniences post reminds me of a passage in my intro German textbook, called Mr. Ruff's bad day, that went exactly like that with minor inconveniences, then the last sentance, very casually, was "at midnight, Mr. Ruff's house burns down." We all thought we mistranslated till one of the comprehension questions was does Mr. Ruff have a place to live anymore? That passage lives in infamy in my Universities German Department, everyone remembers it.

Here is my attempt

En UND einer schockierenden Wendung der Eventbrite, ansässiger Süßwarenhersteller der Extraklasse: Die Bierstube von Burgermeister Ruff ist burned downen

[steamedtangerine]

Vintage Gold Dollar flyer from October 2000

The month started off with a tribute to Cobb’s Corner, a famous jazz club whose owner, Henry Normile, was slain (along with Guy Willetts) outside the Soup Kitchen Saloon in Detroit back in 1979. There are a number of local sites discussing the strange circumstances of the murder and the overall attempt to avoid any investigation.

http://www.corridortribe.com/obits/henry_normile.htm

https://groups.google.com/g/corridortribe/c/qIvrmSZ6PUg

http://www.corridortribe.com/discus/messages/19/46.html?1262107475

https://www.detroityes.com/mb/showthread.php?15350-Vintage-Bars-Cass-Corridor-Area-and-More&p=360800#post360800

I was put to task on Reddit to explain my posting of it (back when I cultivated a long-withstanding 4-year Reddit account) further on /r/UnresolvedMysteries (some links defunct since I posted them last)-so, not one to let my efforts be lost, here it is:

A lot of it can be revealed by reading "Eighth Times the Charm" by Theodore P. Panaretos, and there are a lot of articles on Newspapers.com I'm not going to pay for-anyone who has access to either can be of big help in this.

The real focus should probably be on the killing of Henry Normile, which folks from the area still ask about.

Normile was a former seminary student, served in the US Air Force, had a masters in Physiology (some say Psychology, as well), and gave up teaching at WCCC and the Carnegie Institute in Troy to acquire Cobb's Corner on Cass Ave. and Willis. No stranger to bars and nightlife, Normile revitalized a troubled area by supporting a great portion of Jazz and other music in the Detroit area. He was described as an extrovert, amiable, unmaterialistic, charismatic with the ladies, intelligent, a gun-owner, and happened to be a small-time drug dealer. Mostly dealing in marijuana, he also dealt cocaine, but said he wanted to get away from the heavy people he was dealing with (shades of what my slain friend, Quincy, was hoping to do, but he would never touch coke by a long-shot.). Many penniless folks were getting drugs from him, which suggested Normile was quite permissive and not making the profit he "should".

Prior to all this, he was a manger at Verne's Bierstube on Forest Ave. for five years, but his boss worried about the dealings he was involved in (in fact, many clientele left that place to hang out at Cobb's). Cobb's was big deal for many folks in that area (the Cass Corridor was a mecca for independent culture for a long time, along with many artist groups and the publication of the Fifth Estate). Normile also was a fund-raiser (scrupulously or successfully remains to be questioned) for the MOT and the Detroit Children's Alternative School. This link gives the best bio http://www.corridortribe.com/obits/henry_normile.htm.

On January 27th 1979, 34 yo. Henry (preparing for a recording session there-this session on Youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txfKHO0D6dI&index=4&list=LLrOTfbop3iS9vT4raLNa5Fg was recorded the day before his murder and may have him introducing the Lyman Woodard Organization performing) supposedly heard a knock at the door at 8p., and a shotgun blast through the mail chute got him in the throat. Marcie Major who lived nearby, came and found him on the floor with his dog standing over him. Whoever shot him was stealthful and unseen, suggesting something professional.

Two police involved were Sgt. Cameron Knowles (not the NZ footballer)-who claimed there were no leads or motives-and Gilbert Hill who helped in the Atlanta Child killings case. Gilbert was later promoted to Homicide inspector in 1982 and appeared in the movie Beverly Hills Cop as Axel Foley's (Eddie Murphy's) boss. Gilbert has always had some rumors leveled upon him that his reputation was dirty, and recently with the issues with "White Boy" Rick making Detroit news still, Hill's handlings of the supposed frame-up of Charles Lewis and false confession of Eddie Joe Lloyd still brings his integrity into question as this independent article suggests http://voiceofdetroit.net/2016/12/23/dirty-dealings-gil-hills-role-in-white-boy-rick-case-charles-lewis-and-eddie-joe-lloyd-frame-ups/.

These links to a Tribes of the Corridor discussion have people still speculating. http://tribesofdetroit.com/discus/messages/19/337.html and http://www.corridortribe.com/discus/messages/19/46.html?1262107475. The first link has an adamant Kris Peterson (who comments on Youtube about this) claiming she confronted a cop/security guard working at a Bloomfield Hills drugstore about Normile's killing, but odder still, was the cab driver claiming he picked up a drunk cop who talked about Cobb's and how Normile was killed professionally by a joint effort of cops and the underworld.

Normile's brother, Howard, reluctantly took over the bar but it became a shaky establishment and less concerned with music. It eventually became a gallery.

On February 1st 1979 (five days after Normile's death), Grosse Pointe promoter Stanley Guy Willetts was shot in his car outside of the Soup Kitchen Saloon. The book I mentioned above will detail things better, but this is where I get headachey....

The following link to a 3-page PDF is very important as it brings a lot of persons into question. http://www.crimeindetroit.com/documents/041483%20Figure%20in%20'Hit'%20Murder%20Tied%20to%20Death%20of.pdf. According to it, a man named Milton Hunt (convicted along with his brother for a murder of a man in front of the Bon Ton Bar on December 23 1978) claimed that a Harold Jackson Jr. (former owner of Berman's Chop House and a supposed friend and regular cocaine customer of Normile's)-who was responsible for attempting to securing loans (ranging from 38 to 40k each) for both slain Normile and Willetts-and former Willetts employee Charles McLellan (who drove Willetts to the Soup Kitchen that day, and was later questioned by cops after the murder but let go.) had approached Milton on August of 1978 and asked him to perform the murder on both Normie and Willetts. Hunt rejected the offer wanting money in advance. He told all this to officers in exchange for an attempt to clear his brother's name in the 12/23/78 killing, but Gil Hill claimed no such interview took place and that no statements were recorded of such things.

Lonnie Thomas was revealed to be the killer of Willetts by Jackson who testified (as key witness in the Willetts murder trial) that he hired Lonnie to do the job. Jackson's story to police and at the trial was that Willetts' business partners (from a failed venture called OTAC which offered expensive cruises to the Middle East)-supposedly hoping to cash in on an insurance policy put out on him-promised him $100,000 if he would get someone to kill the Grosse Pointe filmmaker and business promoter. He is also a link to Normile but was never questioned by police in the murder of him at the time. Police arrested three of Willetts' OTAC associates but released one without charges. The Wayne County Prosecutor's Office dropped charges against another, Mat Alfei, for lack of evidence, and a Detroit Recorder's Court jury acquitted the third man, John Kiley. Jackson claims Kiley pad him $5000.

From what snippets I see in the book and the Newspaper.com articles there were a few attempts on Willetts' life that involved wine with pills https://books.google.com/books?id=rWMcpjlQu3MC&pg=PA155&lpg=PA155&dq=willetts+pills+wine&source=bl&ots=dvssIADrWc&sig=aHMcMZZze5hnCMg0fG7Uw1PbQgI&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjSotvRyOLTAhUK3YMKHbF_DbsQ6AEIIzAA#v=onepage&q=willetts%20pills%20wine&f=false.

Though possibly not connected, Jazz bandleader and vocalist, Eddie Jefferson (seeing as Detroit has a Jefferson Ave.-do not attempt to Google), was shot outside Baker's Keyboard lounge at 1:35a. May 8th that same year Normile and Willetts were shot. A  green Lincoln Continental was seen and a disgruntled male dancer was arrested and later acquitted. All three deaths severely hurt the thriving jazz club scene in Detroit.

Seems a lot of persons would profit from these deaths. Those wishing to "clear out" a scene impeding gentrification. Those partners wanting insurance or hampering loans (or taking orders from higher entities and promised not to get charged by the Feds). Those wishing to kill Normile for permissive unprofitable drug-dealing. The police playing along with haphazard investigations.---all speculations.

Maybe those reading the books and articles and with less of a headache to go on, can provide more information or insight.

TO RESUME WITH THIS TUMBLR POST: It’s interesting how Marcus Belgrave is mentioned (someone along with his son who played with a very talented drummer from a band I was in back when we both attended the Institute of Music and Dnace-RIP), as well as John Sinclair (someone I met).

Since this posting, Cobb’s Corner has been reopened (2018) https://www.metrotimes.com/table-and-bar/archives/2018/11/29/cobbs-corner-bar-has-officially-reopened, and someone had a discussion link on DetroitYes on it a year ago: https://www.detroityes.com/mb/showthread.php?24769-Eighth-Time-s-the-Charm

So, anyway, yes, the Gold Dollar Flyer above (this was a post about the Gold Dollar flyer, until vintage Detroit crime took the spotlight)-I’m sure one only has to briefly glance to notice the one renowned band name to jump out at you: THE WHITE STRIPES!....other honorably mentioned acts include Twitch, Bantam Rooster, and glam rock band The Trash Brats.

[vagabondageautourdesoi]

Est-ce ainsi que les hommes vivent ?

Est-ce ainsi que les hommes vivent ?

Et leurs baisers au loin les suivent… Les mots sont d’Aragon (1897-1982), extraits de son poème “Bierstube Magie allemande” paru dans le Roman inachevé, en 1956, et mis en musique par Léo Ferré et arrangé par Jean-Michel Delaye. Léo ferré va avec l’album Les chansons d’Aragon “mettre la poésie dans les juke-box” et se faire reconnaître comme interprète. Quatre ans plus tôt il avait publié un…

[de-gueules-au-lion-d-or]

“La bière était la boisson des égaux, guerriers ou paysans. Elle favorisait une fraternité typique et joyeuse qui se terminait en blagues grivoises et chansons. Elle n’était pas cette “mauvaise habitude alimentaire” que les hygiénistes avait entrepris d’éradiquer pour le bien du peuple. Elle était une culture dans toute sa plénitude, ce que les bourgeois déracinés n’avaient jamais compris, ne comprenaient pas et ne comprendraient jamais. Si au moins il nous foutaient la paix, ces salauds! A présent les bierstubs n’existaient plus, on buvait des cochonneries sucrées dans les cafés, on y avait interdit le tabac et les “consommateurs” fumaient tout seuls et en vitesse des cigarettes chimiques sur le pas des portes quand ce n’était pas carrément des cigarettes électroniques! En attendant la bière électronique… 

Olivier Maulin, La fête est finie.