#Waiblingen

[nando161mando]

08/10/2024 Waiblingen 🇩🇪

During the OAT (monthly open meeting), alongside numourous interested people, several Nazis were also present and were expelled from the room.

#SchlotterbeckAntifa #FckNzs #JoinYourLocalAntifa #Antifa #Squads

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01099 - Durstlöscher

Now. I don’t want to be disrespectful. But

Same song.

Is this genuinely your favorite oder werd ich hier hochgenommen....... oder...... is this 01099 self promotion. On tumblr no less. Caught your ass

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[hotelbooking]

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[famousdeaths]

Agnes of Waiblingen was a Holy Roman Empress and Queen consort of Germany, married to Emperor Henry IV. She was known for her influence on politics and her role as a mediator in conflicts between her husband and the Catholic Church.

Link: Agnes of Waiblingen

[germanpostwarmodern]

Marktdreieck (1971-76) in Waiblingen, Germany, by Wilfried Beck-Erlang

[jessicaloons]

Chapter 1:

Just to learn that my dreams aren’t rare…

Masterlist - Next

May 2003

It was a sunny day, when my parents decided to pack us all up and go to Stuttgart visiting the fun fair "Cannstatter Wasen". My sister Sissy right in front of us with our cousin, my brother Marcus far ahead with his friend and then there was me, glued to my Mum as she was chatting away with my aunt. Dad and my uncle behind. I was looking around at all the rides and couldn’t decide what to ride first, but Mum wouldn’t let me ride anything at all, all to dangerous as I was to small, she kept saying and my mood went downhill. We reached an outer part of the fair with less to non people around and space to breathe. There was only one ride in front of us: a karting track. I saw it first and tugged at my Mums hand.

"Mama! Look! Can I drive a go-kart?" I nearly screamed.

My brother, alarmed by my scream, saw the karting track and was gone within seconds with his friend, my dad and uncle close behind, my sister and our cousin not really interested sat down at a nearby bench. I asked my Mum again but she just shook her head no.

"Little one you’re too small and too young and go-karting is far too dangerous!" she said and I huffed.

"Whatever." I mumbled.

I was watching my brother and his friend together with Dad and my uncle going fast around in circles and I was jealous. I started crying and kept on asking my Mum why I couldn’t drive, until the owner of the karting track heard me. He walked to us and said that next to the big karting track is a smaller one for kids, if I want to go there but mum refused again.

"Isn’t she a bit to small for that?" she said.

The owner shook his head and laughed.

"I had smaller kids driving a kart, if you change your mind come and find me!" he explained and left. I was determined to change her mind as soon as my Dad came back. He scooped me up and asked me what’s wrong, the bad mood clearly written all over my face, I told him that I wanted to drive a go-kart as well, but Mum refused.

"There is a little track for kids like me, Paps!" I explained and he chuckled then, sat me down on the ground, grabbing my hand and we went to the owner.

I didn’t even listen to the conversation, I was just so excited to drive a go-kart that I nearly jumped up and down. The owner of the track, Hans, explained me how to drive, the go-kart, what pedal is for what and after a short briefing I was good to go. Helmet on my head, cloves on my hands, big smile on my face and off I went. I wasn’t really concentrating on the driving, it all felt so natural and not long after 3 or 4 laps to test it out, I was pushing the throttle through, just to get faster and faster with each lap, my Dad, my brother and my uncle they all were cheering. My Mum and my aunt didn’t like it and walked to the two other girls and set down. I loved it, the speed, the constant hunger to go even faster, it felt amazing. After some more laps I finally stopped the kart and jumped out of it, giggling, smiling and jumping around. I never felt that great before, not even when I scored my first goal in football. Hans went to my Dad, and asked him where we were living.

"In Ludwigsburg." he answered.

"I have a karting track in Waiblingen, with a little driver academy, you really should come with her! She’s really talented!" said Hans and gave me a high five and I was smiling from ear to ear.

"Yeah, well we’ll see…" Dad laughed and we said our goodbyes to Hans.

The rest of the day went by quickly and my dad struggled to put me to bed that evening. I couldn’t stop babbling about the feeling of driving a kart.

"I really hope we go to Hans soon!" I said and my Dad chuckled lightly before kissing my forehead.

"Sleep now, little owl!" he whispered and left.

I didn’t hear the discussion between my parents.

"I never saw her smiling like that when she’s playing football, almost broke my heart that her biggest passion isn’t football anymore!" Dad said and looked at my Mum.

"She’s not going to start with it! You know how expensive that is? It’s not just some shin pads every other month, or a new pair of shoes! Jürgen, she’ll need a helmet, gloves, a race suit, protection gear a freaking go-kart!" Mum finished and left the living room. My Dad knew that she was right, but that didn’t mean that he had to like it.

The next two weeks went by quickly, and I asked my Dad every single day when we can go karting again, most of the time he wasn’t even through the door. His reply was always the same.

"I’ll have to check."

On our way to my football practice I had enough and I just started crying out of anger.

"You always say you have to check, but you never check! I just wanna go karting, Papa! It’s so much cooler than football!" I whined and Dad looked at me through the rear view mirror, he saw how much karting had captivated me and sighed.

"We’re going on Saturday, but you can’t tell your mum! She will kill us!" he said and I smiled at him with big eyes.

Hans smiled when he saw us.

"It’s so good to see you guys! I told my friend about you, Lizzie, and he really wants to see you driving!" Hans said as he crotched down in front of me, that his friend was Frank Jost, a former, Formula One driver and talent scout for a F1 Junior Team wasn’t mentioned. When Hans introduced us to Frank, my Dad looked at him for a moment.

"Do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar?" he asked but Frank just laughed and said that he doesn’t think so, but he hears that quite often.

"I guess I have one of these faces…" he laughed "So, I heard from Hans we’re having a potential talent amongst us?"

"Well, Hans said she was driving well when we were on the go-kart track at the Wasen and she really loved it… so yeah." Dad said with a proud smile on his face.

"Then let’s see, what the young lady has in store." Frank stretched his hand out and I took it and followed him. I didn’t know that he was scouting me, I just wanted to go back into a go-kart and drive fast as hell. There were other kids on the track, but I didn’t care about them, I passed through them like nothing and after 20 minutes of Frank watching my every move, checking my lap times, he walked up to my Dad.

"Your daughter is really talented. Her lap times are an average of 0.3 seconds faster as of any of the other kids today. But they all are driving in our academy, are well trained and more experienced! She should come to the track every week, two times at least, to learn everything about karting. There is so much potential in her! From that we will see how soon she can drive in races and then we’ll see how far we can go!" he finished right as I appeared next to him, beaming at him. I didn’t see the worry in my Dads face, he knew that karting was going to be really expensive and figuring out how to pay for everything would be a huge task. My parents just bought a house that my dad was renovating with his friends and my uncles whenever he had some free time, sometimes until late at night. The house was eating up a lot of money and now karting?

He sent me back on track and together with Frank I left, then he turned to Hans about the finances and he listed all the costs: the membership of the academy, the licenses, the equipment like race suit, helmet, gloves, protecting gear. And the biggest chunk, there will come a time where I should have my own kart, with a fitted seat, a set-up accustomed to my driving, the mechanics in the garage, the spare parts. It was going to be way more money then expected, but when he saw my face as I got out of the kart running towards him, he knew he had to do everything to make his little girl happy.

On our way back he told me again that this has to be a secret, mum can’t find out. And it worked out, instead to football practice Dad and I went to the kart track, instead of football tournaments on the weekend we were going to races. As a mechanic, Dad started working at the track, helping the others there so I didn’t have to pay for the membership. Hans even gifted my Dad an old and rundown kart, saying he had to repair it himself. He checked the damaged beyond repair karts outside the track, took all the parts that were still functioning and put them in my kart. I had no idea about it, using one of the academy’s test karts. When he presented me my own kart in the colours that I liked I was the happiest kid on earth. After three months of us, going twice a week to the karting-track, Mum found out what we were doing, because one of the spare parts of my kart got delivered to our home instead the track. She wasn’t happy. She and Dad had a huge fight but Dad tried to make her see how much I loved karting and how passionate I was about it. But above all how talented I was, so my Mum came with us for the next race. When she saw how much effort I put into my work, how I checked lap times, the tires, talked enthusiastically with Frank about the conditions of the track, she realised this was really my passion and I was really good at it. I wanted to proof my Mum that I was really good and gave my all, I even tried my best to overhear all the mean comments coming from some of the boys I was racing against. I was used to it by now, still it hurt. At the end I did not win the race. I ended up in P2, but Frank hugged me and told us that the boy in P1 was driving for three years already. Where I was not even driving for half a year.

„So in my book, it’s your win kid!“ Frank said and we packed up and left.

In the next weeks Mum went with me to the track instead of Dad, he was to busy with our house and work. Mum helped out where she could at the racetrack, in the restaurant, helped the younger kids with their gear, answered questions of the newer parents, just to stay busy and not to focus on what I’m doing, at the end of the day she still was scared that something would happen. Seeing how happy I was made her swallow her fears down, she could never ever take this away from me. My sister and my brother, sometimes joined my parents on the weekends for races and cheered me on, being proud of their little sister.

Out of the passion for driving, the passion of watching motor races on the television was born and shortly after I knew driving one day in Formula One was what I wanted. I said to my Dad that one day I’ll be driving in Formula One and then I’ll bring home the world championship just like Michael Schumacher did. He smiled at me and said he had no doubt that I will give my very best to achieve my goals. I asked him if he thinks I could be champion as a girl, thinking about all the boys who said as a girl I could never be as good as they were and he just nodded.

"It doesn’t matter if you’re a boy or a girl, what matters is how much effort you put into what you’re doing and I know you, you put everything in, but you always have to work hard, because somewhere might always be someone working harder than you and unfortunately, because you’re a girl they will all look down at you. You have to stand proud and show them that yes, you’re a girl, but you’re better than all of them!" Dad said and I hugged him.

“Thanks, Papa!” I said and left.

April 2006

After almost 3 years of attending races all over Germany, going up in the ranks, moving up the classifications, Frank said I was ready to start in international races throughout Europe. My first race was at a racing track in France near the German border.

Just a small race weekend, with 2 quali races on Saturday and the main race on Sunday, but I was a little nervous, I just turned 8 and a lot of the other drivers would be a bit older than me, the age range for this race was 8 to 12. We arrived early Saturday morning, exhausted and tired, but I was fully motivated and couldn’t wait for the first training sessions to start. Dad and I went to the registration desk, realising that it was a good idea from Frank to learn English the past 3 years because he said when I go international, I have to speak English and that it didn’t matter how young I was. The next languages he wanted me to learn were Italian and French, because these two languages were also pretty important in the racing world, so I started it a couple of months ago. There was a boy in front of us with his Dad and they were speaking very fast French. I tried to understand something but it was all just a blur. A second guy walked up to the registration desk saying we could come to him.

"Hi, I’m Lizzie and I’m here to register for the race." I said happily and handed him my documents. He checked them and told my Dad our box number, gave him a time table, a starting number and explained some general rules, but I wasn’t listening. I was just standing there excited, that’s when the boy approached me. He looked at me with wide eyes.

"I’m sorry, are you racing with us?" he asked with a strong French accent and I nodded "I’ve never raced against a girl, before!"

I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Oh well, that changes today!" I said and he nodded then smiled sheepishly at me.

"I’m Charles, I guess I’ll see you on track!" he answered.

"Yup, I’m in the kart passing you!" I said determined and Dad chuckled.

"I like your daughter, she’s brave!" Charles’ Dad said to mine who only nodded.

And that was the day we met the Leclerc’s.

Over the next six months I attended races in France, Belgium and Italy and at every single race I met Charles and his family accompanied by their family friends, the Gaslys. Their son, Pierre, also competing with us. Another family we met quite often were the Verstappens from the Netherlands, I never met the kid who was driving though. My Dad pointed out that the father, Jos, was a Formula One driver and was once a teammate of Michael Schumacher. So of course one day I went straight up to him and then asked for an autograph. He asked me if I was also driving and told him the next race was my race. He introduced me to his son with whom I would race. That’s when I first met Max. He just nodded and walked off.

“Don’t worry, that’s typical Max, he rarely speaks to us. He’s mostly on his own, but he is one of the best, if not the best.” Charles said, appearing besides me.

I cocked an eyebrow and looked at Charles.

“Then it’s time for Max to race the real best!” I boast.

“You mean yourself? Always humble!” he laughed.

“I meant us, idiot!” I replied and rolled my eyes “Come on, let’s get ready.”

And together we walked away.

The race was messy. It was a tough battle. Max was reckless and ruthless but Charles and I acted the same today. We were pushing us off the track all the time, clashing hard and in the end the racing director disqualified all three of us. We were sitting on a bench, all glaring at each other. Our fathers in front of us, discussing how to punish us for our reckless behaviour. Dad and Hervé tried to reason with us, saying that it’s dangerous to do what we were doing. We could not just injure ourselves but also the other drivers. Max’ Dad just said that were behaving stupid, actions like this cost us a race and like this we won’t win. I just rolled my eyes

“Yeah, yeah, we got it. It was stupid, we won’t do it again!” all 3 of us said.

But we did it again. And again.

Over the years the Leclercs and my family were getting closer and closer. Our parents becoming really good friends. My brother and sister befriending Lorenzo, Arthur and Charles easily. We were spending holidays together, accompanied by the Gaslys sometimes, in the south of France.

Charles and I became closer and closer, our friendship really grew stronger with each race weekend. He always fought the other boys who made jokes about me, because I was girl. I never listened but Charles made it furious, but I always calmed him down, telling him they’re not worth the trouble. In general I could calm him down in a way no one else could and his Dad rather sent me to talk to him after a messed up race, because he knew I would get Charles to open up about his feelings, rather then just bottling it all up. It was at the last race of the season in 2009, I came back from the toilet and walked past the bleachers where Charles and some of the other guys were sitting, I didn’t wanted to go to them, one of the boys, David, was the worst when it came to belittling me or making fun of me.

So I just waved to Charles and nodded with my head in the way where our parents had set up our camp for the weekend and walked away. Not even 30 seconds later there was a big commotion behind me and Dad and Hervé walked fast past me and separated Charles and David. David had a bloody nose, Charles looked furious. David’s father demanded that Charles was going to be disqualified for hitting his son for no reason and Hervé and Dad tried to get out of Charles why he did it. But he kept quiet.

„I must say, I’m disappointed in you, Charles! Hitting him for no reason? That’s not you!” Hervé said and left Charles standing alone at the side of our make shift camp. I wasn’t sure what to do so I grabbed the first thing that came to my mind and walked over to Charles.

“Hey…”I said quietly and Charles looked up, I could see his eyes were glassy.

"Hi." he replied with a broken voice.

"Here." I gave him my Cars snow globe, that I bought when we were in Disneyland together "I know, it’s a bit childish, but for some reason, whenever I’m sad or mad or just not in a good mood, I just turn on the lights, shake it and watch the glitter swim around… kinda relaxes me. And after all, he’s Lighting McQueen, he reminds me a bit of you." I laughed.

"Thanks, Lizzie." Charles whispered and shakes it, watching the glitter land on the car.

"You don’t have to tell me what happened, but I know you didn’t hit him without a reason, I’m sure whatever David did or said, he deserved it!” I said and Charles nodded.

"I wish Dad would think so too, Lizzie.” he said, then hugged me and thanked me again. We never talked about it again.

It was in the spring of 2010 when I experienced my first Monaco Grand Prix, having visited races in France, at the Hockenheimring and Spa before. We watched it from the balcony of Charles friends flat. We were cheering on the Ferrari’s, always freaking out whenever we saw the red car passing us.

It was at that moment when Charles and I looked at each other swearing to ourselves, we both make it into Formula 1 and we both will drive for Ferrari together one day. It was also on that weekend, when I first met Jules, he was Charles godfather, his family was really close friends with Charles‘s family. Jules was driving in the Formula 3 Euroseries on his way to become a Formula One driver. He accompanied us to some of the next races and always helped us with his advice. Charles really looked up to him. He admired Jules and basically whatever advice he would give, Charles immediately tried it out. He was an amazing driver, helping us whenever he can, always cheering from the sidelines but he never hesitated to criticise us if needed. With his input our driving got even better. In that year I also met Sebastian Vettel, a driver from RedBull, he was fast and ruthless and on his way to become the youngest World Champion ever. He was at a Karting event in Germany and talked to us young drivers. He immediately took a liking of me, saying it’s good to see that girls also got into Motorsports. We spoke a lot and I told him that I was going to the Monza GP later that year and he invited me and the people I wanted to go into the RedBull Garage with VIP passes. When I told Charles about it we were almost freaking out.

2012:

As the years passed by, more races, more family trips together, more memories were made. Charles and I always graduating at the end of a season to the next higher classification. Together with us always Max and Pierre. The battles between Max and Charles were always the worst ones, they never backed down, pushed each other harder then anyone else. I got caught up in the middle more than once. One of those times in May, racing on a wet track with puddles everywhere, they kept on pushing each other of the track lap after lap. When I tried to pass them, Max pushed me off as well to avoid me claiming P1. As the checkered flag was waved Charles got close to Max one last time, seemingly telling him off or something, Max looked at him and they touched again, Max went off and drove through a deep puddle, getting soaked. They both were disqualified so that I took the win home, Max was fuming but Charles had to contain his laughter and congratulated me as we watched how Max complained to an interviewer, I got called to the podium and I saw how the guy approached Charles. Not knowing that this moment would become a famous meme one day.

“Nothing, just an inchident on the race!”

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Little note:

That’s it, chapter one of ?? is out! This chapter is not really eventful, I just needed to set up the friendship between Charles and Lizzie and of course the close bond between their families!

Please leave a comment/ like/ reblog/ message and tell me how you liked it!

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Shout out to @elisysd for giving me enough courage to not only start writing again, but also for giving me enough confidence to post this story! THANK YOU ♥️

Last but not least, English is not my first language and although I tried my best: please forgive me any mistakes I made!

All pictures are from Google, Pinterest, Instagram, etc.

[fire-in-the-aviary]

aftermath of a flood in Waiblingen • Germany, December 1919

[palecleverdoll]

Wives and Daughters of Holy Roman Emperors: Age at First Marriage

I have only included women whose birth dates and dates of marriage are known within at least 1-2 years, therefore, this is not a comprehensive list.

This list does not include women who died before their husbands were crowned Emperor. It spans between the beginning of the reign of Otto I (962 CE) and the end of the reign of Francis II (1806 CE).

The average age at first marriage among these women was 17. The sample size was 91 women. The youngest bride, Bianca Maria Sforza, was just 2 years old when she wed her first husband, who was himself 9. The oldest bride, Constance of Sicily, was 32 years old.

Adelaide of Italy, wife of Otto I, HRE: age 15 when she married Lothair II, King of Italy, in 947 CE

Liutgarde of Saxony, daughter of Otto I, HRE: age 15 when she married Conrad the Red, Duke of Lorraine, in 947 CE

Theophanu, wife of Otto II, HRE: age 17 when she married Otto in 972 CE

Cunigunde of Luxembourg, wife of Henry II, HRE: age 24 when she married Henry in 999 CE

Gisela of Swabia, wife of Conrad II, HRE: age 12 when she married Brun I of Brunswick in 1002 CE

Agnes of Poitou, wife of Henry III, HRE: age 18 when she married Henry in 1043 CE

Matilda of Germany, daughter of Henry III, HRE: age 11 when she married Rudolf of Rheinfelden in 1059 CE

Judith of Swabia, daughter of Henry III, HRE: age 9 when she married Solomon, King of Hungary in 1063 CE

Bertha of Savoy, wife of Henry IV, HRE: age 15 when she married Henry in 1066 CE

Agnes of Waiblingen, daughter of Henry IV, HRE: age 14 when she married Frederick I, Duke of Swabia in 1086 CE

Empress Matilda, wife of Henry V, HRE: age 12 when she married Henry in 1114 CE

Beatrice I, Countess of Burgundy, wife of Frederick I, HRE: age 13 when she married Frederick in 1156 CE

Beatrice, daughter of Frederick I, HRE: age 10 when she married Guillaume II, Count of Chalon in 1173 CE

Constance, Queen of Sicily, wife of Henry IV, HRE: age 32 when she married Henry IV in 1186 CE

Beatrice of Swabia, first wife of Otto IV, HRE: age 14 when she married Otto in 1212 CE

Maria of Brabant, second wife of Otto IV, HRE: age 24 when she married Otto in 1214 CE

Constance of Aragon, first wife of Frederick II, HRE: age 19 when she married Emeric of Hungary in 1198 CE

Isabella II of Jerusalem, second wife of Frederick II, HRE: age 13 when she married Frederick in 1225 CE

Isabella of England, third wife of Frederick II, HRE: age 21 when she married Frederick in 1235 CE

Margaret of Sicily, daughter of Frederick II, HRE: age 14 when she married Albert II, Margrave of Meissen in 1255 CE

Anna of Hohenstaufen, daughter of Frederick II, HRE: age 14 when she married John III Doukas Vatatzes in 1244 CE

Marie of Luxembourg, daughter of Henry VII, HRE: age 18 when she married Charles IV of France in 1322 CE

Beatrice of Luxembourg, daughter of Henry VII, HRE: age 13 when she married Charles I of Hungary in 1318 CE

Margaret II, Countess of Hainaut, wife of Louis IV, HRE: age 13 when she married Louis in 1324 CE

Matilda of Bavaria, daughter of Louis IV, HRE: age 10 when she married Frederick II, Margrave of Meissen in 1323 CE

Beatrice of Bavaria, daughter of Louis IV, HRE: age 12 when she married Eric XII of Sweden in 1356 CE

Anna von Schweidnitz, wife of Charles IV, HRE: age 14 when she married Charles in 1353 CE

Elizabeth of Pomerania, wife of Charles IV, HRE: age 16 when she married Charles in 1378 CE

Margaret of Bohemia, daughter of Charles IV, HRE: age 7 when she married Louis I of Hungary in 1342 CE

Catherine of Bohemia, daughter of Charles IV, HRE: age 14 when she married Rudolf IV, Duke of Austria in 1356 CE

Elisabeth of Bohemia, daughter of Charles IV, HRE: age 8 when she married Albert III, Duke of Austria in 1366 CE

Anne of Bohemia, daughter of Charles IV, HRE: age 16 when she married Richard II of England in 1382 CE

Margaret of Bohemia, daughter of Charles IV, HRE: age 8 when she married John III, Burgrave of Nuremburg in 1381 CE

Barbara of Cilli, wife of Sigismund, HRE: age 13 when she married Sigismund in 1405 CE

Elizabeth of Luxembourg, daughter of Sigismund, HRE: age 13 when she married Albert II of Germany in 1422 CE

Eleanor of Portugal, wife of Frederick III, HRE: age 18 when she married Frederick in 1452 CE

Kunigunde of Austria, daughter of Frederick III, HRE: age 22 when she married Albert IV, Duke of Bavaria in 1487 CE

Bianca Maria Sforza, wife of Maximilian I, HRE: age 2 when she married Philibert I, Duke of Savoy in 1474 CE

Margaret of Austria, daughter of Maximilian I, HRE: age 17 when she married John, Prince of Asturias in 1497 CE

Barbara von Rattal, daughter of Maximilian I, HRE: age 15 when she married Siegmund von Dietrichstein in 1515 CE

Dorothea of Austria, daughter of Maximilian I, HRE: age 22 when she married Johan I of East Frisia in 1538 CE

Isabella of Portugal, wife of Charles V, HRE: age 23 when she married Charles in 1526 CE

Maria of Austria, daughter of Charles V, HRE: age 20 when she married Maximilian II, HRE in 1548 CE

Joanna of Austria, daughter of Charles V, HRE: age 17 when she married John Manuel, Prince of Portugal in 1552 CE

Margaret of Parma, daughter of Charles V, HRE: age 14 when she married Alessandro de’ Medici, Duke of Florence, in 1536 CE

Elizabeth of Austria, daughter of Ferdinand I, HRE: age 16 when she married Sigismund II Augustus of Poland in 1543 CE

Anna of Austria, daughter of Ferdinand I, HRE: age 17 when she married Albert V, Duke of Bavaria in 1546 CE

Maria of Austria, daughter of Ferdinand I, HRE: age 15 when she married William of Julich-Cleves-Berg in 1546 CE

Catherine of Austria, daughter of Ferdinand I, HRE: age 16 when she married Francesco III Gonzaga in 1559 CE

Eleanor of Austria, daughter of Ferdinand I, HRE: age 27 when she married William I, Duke of Mantua in 1561 CE

Barbara of Austria, daughter of Ferdinand I, HRE: age 26 when she married Alfonso II d’Este in 1565 CE

Joanna of Austria, daughter of Ferdinand I, HRE: age 18 when she married Francesco I de’ Medici in 1565 CE

Anna of Austria, daughter of Maximilian II, HRE: age 21 when she married Philip II of Spain in 1570 CE

Elisabeth of Austria, daughter of Maximilian II, HRE: age 16 when she married Charles IX of France in 1570 CE

Anna of Tyrol, wife of Matthias, HRE: age 26 when she married Matthias in 1611 CE

Eleonora Gonzaga the Elder, wife of Ferdinand II, HRE: age 24 when she married Ferdinand in 1622 CE

Maria Anna of Austria, daughter of Ferdinand II, HRE: age 25 when she married Maximilian I, Elector of Bavaria in 1635 CE

Cecilia Renata of Austria, daughter of Ferdinand II, HRE: age 26 when she married Władysław IV of Poland in 1637 CE

Maria Anna of Spain, wife of Ferdinand III, HRE: age 25 when she married Ferdinand in 1631 CE

Maria Leopoldine of Austria, wife of Ferdinand III, HRE: age 16 when she married Ferdinand in 1648 CE

Eleonora Gonzaga the Younger, wife of Ferdinand III, HRE: age 21 when she married Ferdinand in 1651 CE

Mariana of Austria, daughter of Ferdinand III, HRE: age 15 when she married Philip IV of Spain in 1649 CE

Eleonore of Austria, daughter of Ferdinand III, HRE: age 17 when she married Michael I of Poland in 1670 CE

Maria Anna Josepha of Austria, daughter of Ferdinand III, HRE: age 24 when she married Johann Wilhelm II, Elector Palatine in 1678 CE

Margaret Theresa of Spain, wife of Leopold I, HRE: age 15 when she married Leopold in 1666 CE

Claudia Felicitas of Spain, wife of Leopold I, HRE: age 20 when she married Leopold in 1673 CE

Eleonore Magdalene of Neuberg, wife of Leopold I, HRE: age 21 when she married Leopold in 1676 CE

Maria Antonia of Austria, daughter of Leopold I, HRE: age 16 when she married Maximilian II Emanuel, Elector of Bavaria in 1685 CE

Maria Anna of Austria, daughter of Leopold I, HRE: age 25 when she married John V of Portugal in 1708 CE

Wilhelmine Amalie of Brunswick, wife of Joseph I, HRE: age 26 when she married Joseph in 1699 CE

Maria Josepha of Austria, daughter of Joseph I, HRE: age 20 when she married Augustus III of Poland in 1719 CE

Maria Amalia of Austria, daughter of Joseph I, HRE: age 21 when she married Charles VII, HRE in 1722 CE

Elisabeth Christine of Brunswick, wife of Charles VI, HRE: age 17 when she married Charles in 1708 CE

Maria Theresa of Austria, daughter of Charles VI, HRE: age 19 when she married Francis I, HRE in 1736 CE

Maria Anna of Austria, daughter of Charles VI, HRE: age 26 when she married Charles Alexander of Lorraine in 1744 CE

Maria Antonia of Bavaria, daughter of Charles VII, HRE: age 23 when she married Frederick Christian, Elector of Saxony in 1747 CE

Maria Anna Josepha of Bavaria, daughter of Charles VII, HRE: age 20 when she married Louis George of Baden-Baden in 1755 CE

Maria Josepha of Bavaria, daughter of Charles VII, HRE: age 26 when she married Joseph II, HRE in 1765 CE

Maria Christina, daughter of Francis I, HRE: age 24 when she married Albert Casimir, Duke of Teschen in 1766 CE

Maria Amalia, daughter of Francis I, HRE: age 23 when she married Ferdinand I, Duke of Parma in 1769 CE

Maria Carolina, daughter of Francis I, HRE: age 16 when she married Ferdinand IV & III of Sicily in 1768 CE

Maria Antonia, daughter of Francis I, HRE: age 14 when she married Louis XVI of France in 1770 CE

Maria Josepha of Bavaria, wife of Joseph II, HRE: age 26 when she married Joseph in 1765 CE

Maria Luisa of Spain, wife of Leopold II, HRE: age 19 when she married Leopold in 1764 CE

Maria Theresa of Austria, daughter of Leopold II, HRE: age 20 when she married Anthony of Saxony in 1787 CE

Maria Clementina of Austria, daughter of Leopold II, HRE: age 20 when she married Francis I of Sicily in 1797 CE

Maria Theresa of Naples, wife of Francis II, HRE: age 18 when she married Francis in 1790 CE

Marie Louise, daughter of Francis II, HRE: age 19 when she married Napoleon I of France in 1810 CE

Maria Leopoldina, daughter of Francis II, HRE: age 20 when she married Pedro I of Brazil and IV of Portugal in 1817 CE

Clementina, daughter of Francis II, HRE: age 18 when she married Leopold of Salerno in 1816 CE Marie Caroline, daughter of Francis II, HRE: age 18 when she married Frederick Augustus of Saxony in 1819 CE

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2024 olympics Switzerland roster

Athletics

Charles Devantay (Zurich)

William Reais (Chur)

Timothé Mumenthaler (Geneva)

Felix Svensson (Versoix)

Lionel Spitz (Adliswil)

Jonas Raess (Zurich)

Jason Joseph (Basel)

Julien Bonvin (Sierre)

Tadesse Abraham (Geneva)

Matthias Kyburz (Rheinfelden)

Ricky Petrucciani (Locarno)

Simon Ehammer (Stein)

Emma Van Camp (Bern)

Annina Fahr (Schaffhausen)

Catia Gubelmann (Zurich)

Lena Wernli (Zurich)

Julia Niederberger (Buochs)

Giulia Senn (Bern)

Géraldine Frey (Zurich)

Salomé Kora-Joseph (St. Gallen)

Mujinga Kambundji (Bern)

Ditaji Kambundji (Bern)

Léonie Pointet (Jongny)

Audrey Werro (Fribourg)

Rachel Pellaud (Biel/Bienne)

Valentina Rosamilia (Aargau)

Yasmin Giger (Romanshorn)

Fabienne Schlumpf (Wetzikon)

Helen Eticha (Geneva)

Sarah Atcho-Jaquier (Lausanne)

Angelica Moser (Andelfingen)

Pascale Stöcklin (Basel)

Annik Kälin (Zurich)

Badminton

Tobias Künzi (Würenlingen)

Jenjira Stadelmann (Bern)

Canoeing

Martin Dougoud (Geneva)

Alena Marx (Bern)

Climbing

Alexander Lehmann (Bern)

Cycling

Stefan Bissegger (Weinfelden)

Marc Hirschi (Ittigen)

Stefan Küng (Wil)

Alex Vogel (Frauenfeld)

Mathias Flückiger (Bern)

Nino Schurter (Tursnaus)

C��dric Butti (Thurgau)

Simon Marquart (Zurich)

Elise Chabbey (Geneva)

Noemi Rüegg (Schöfflisdorf)

Linda Zanetti (Lugano)

Elena Hartmann (Grisons)

Aline Seitz (Basel)

Michelle Andres (Baden)

Alessandra Keller (Ennetbürgen)

Sina Frei (Männedorf)

Nikita Ducarroz (Sonoma County, California)

Nadine Aeberhard (Bern)

Zoe Claessens (Echichens)

Equestrian

Robin Godel (Fribourg)

Felix Vogg (Waiblingen, Germany)

Steve Guerdat (Elgg)

Martin Fuchs (Zurich)

Edouard Schmitz (Wangen An Der Aare)

Pius Schwizer (Oensingen)

Andrina Suter (Schaffhausen)

Mélody Johner (Cheseaux-Sur-Lausanne)

Fencing

Alex Bayard (Sion)

Pauline Brunner (La Chaux-De-Fonds)

Golf

Joel Girrbach (Kreuzlingen)

Albane Valenzuela (Dallas, Texas)

Morgane Métraux (Lausanne)

Gymnastics

Luca Giubellini (Rebstein)

Matteo Giubellini (Rebstein)

Florian Langenegger (Bühler)

Noe Seifert (Sevelen)

Taha Serhani (Hutwill)

Lena Bickel (Ticino)

Judo

Nils Stump (Uster)

Daniel Eich (Fribourg)

Binta Ndiaye (Bern)

Pentathlon

Alexandre Dällenbach (Saint-Denis, France)

Anna Jurt (Bern)

Rowing

Scott Bärlocher (Würenlos)

Dominic-Remo Condrau (Zurich)

Maurin Lange (Bern)

Jan Plock (Zurich)

Patrick Brunner (Zurich)

Kai Schaetzle (Lucerne)

Joel Schurch (Schenkon)

Raphaël Ahumada (Lausanne)

Jan Schäuble (Bern)

Andrin Gulich (Zurich)

Roman Röösli (Neuenkirch)

Tim Roth (Zurich)

Célia Dupré (Plan-Les-Ouates)

Lisa Lötscher (Meggen)

Fabienne Schweizer (Lucerne)

Pascale Walker (Zurich)

Aurelia-Maxima Janzen (Bern)

Sailing

Elia Colombo (Bern)

Arno De Planta (Pully)

Yves Mermod (Zurich)

Sébastien Schneiter (Bern)

Elena Lengwiler (Hinwil)

Maud Jayet (Lausanne)

Maja Siegenthaler (Spiez)

Shooting

Jason Solari (Malveglia)

Christoph Dürr (Zurich)

Nina Christen (Stans)

Audrey Gogniat (Le Noirmont)

Chiara Leone (Frick)

Swimming

Tiago Behar (Lutry)

Antonio Djakovic (Frauenfeld)

Thierry Bollin (Bern)

Roman Mityukov (Geneva)

Noè Ponti (Locarno)

Jérémy Desplanches (Geneva)

Nils Leiss (Geneva)

Lisa Mamié (Zurich)

Tennis

Stan Wawrinka (Stans)

Viktorija Golubić (Zurich)

Triathlon

Adrien Briffod (Vevey)

Max Studer (Kestenholz)

Sylvain Fridelance (Vaud)

Julie Derron (Zurich)

Cathia Schär (Lavaux-Oron)

Volleyball

Tanja Hüberli (Thalwil)

Nina Brunner (Steinhausen)

Esmée Böbner (Hasle)

Zoé Vergé-Dépré (Berne, Germany)

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From 8 o'clock in the morning on Friday to 8 o'clock in the evening on Monday, I was away from home for the longest time yet, as this weekend was GalaCon at a new venue in Waiblingen, Germany, a long distance away from home; but almost exactly 2 months to the day since I left the hospital, I headed to my second ever Pony Convention, which was simultaneously the biggest Pony Con I had visited yet!

Though I managed to keep my mind focused and my heart calm, and I did not let the rapidly shrinking frame of time I had to board get me down, it is rather surprising how many little things can add up so quickly, and leave me with only a few minutes to run to the other side of the train station; but I made it onto the train, and found a seat, until shortly before I arrived at the transfer station.

Quick thinking saved me a load of heartache, for although the escalators to the platform were bust, one flight was blocked, and, for some reason, there were no stairs to make it there, I made it down to another part of the platform, and ran into the train with moments to spare; and after reassuring friends and family, I met my friend at the very next station, and from here, we travelled together.

There were a number of connections we had to make, about which I kept informed at all times, though when we arrived in Venlo after finding that our desired train was delayed, we leapt aboard another, which had also been delayed, and made it to Mönchengladbach on time for the right train to Cologne; and since we had time to spare, we chatted, and ate, and stood, and waited until the train arrived.

It took some time to board, but finally, after a close call with supervisors telling screaming kids to alight, we sat down in our cabin, where I could rest my mind, and we waited for the long journey to Stuttgart; and on our journey, Bas and I spoke of books we had read, and beings beyond knowledge in tales of Lovecraftian origin, a genre in which I have actually written short tales, a few times.

Riding over hills decorated with castles and through tunnels past rivers and steep orchards, we had made it to Stuttgart at long last, where it took me some time to figure out German public transport in this part of the country; but I managed to create an account, and purchased day tickets for both of us, before we set out to the centre of the city, as Bas had requested we stop by the Lego Store.

After a terribly long walk to the S-Bahn, a very short trip to the city centre, and but a couple of minutes of walking further, we made it to the Lego Store, where I could see Bas' eyes light up with joy as he carefully dashed around the displays and shelves; but I spent some time to let folks know where we were, and where we were headed after this, as neither of us had yet arrived at our hotels.

Fortunately, Bas had found what he sought, our trip to and in the S-Bahn was but brief, and we were on our way towards Fellbach and Waiblingen, where both of our respective hotels were; and after two short bus trips to and from Bas' hotel, we headed to Waiblingen one stop further, and to my hotel a stone's throw across the road from the station, where we found ourselves in good, familiar company.

Since we had chosen to head to the Biergarten Schwaneninsel to meet up with other, we headed to the bus stop, where the greatest moment of the day took place, as we met my friends, Joel and Ember, by surprise, and we just ran to each other for such deep embraces; but they went towards the venue for pizza, whereas Bas and I went to Swan Island, where we ate, and drank, and met many familiar faces.

It took us some time to leave, as we frequently stopped for or were stopped by friends over a short distance, but the night was growing old, and we had to return to our hotels; and back at the S-bahn station, I wished Bas a good night, told him to stay safe, and returned to my room, where I finally met Michael, Railway Dash, my roommate for the weekend, and gushed about the great journey thither.

And to think, the event had not even started yet…

(Thanks for reading this bonus! I'll be writing more about GalaCon over the next few days, so keep an eye out if you're interested!)

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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Nach allem, was ich weiß, kann ich jedes Wort von Mr. Hrmpf bestätigen.

Was in seiner Darstellung allerdings fehlt ist die Feststellung, dass die blaue Partei bisher keinen sonderlich starkem Arm "auf der Straße" hatte. Und den besorgt sie sich jetzt auf diesem Wege. Die Querdenkenden (u.a.) nutzen diese Gelegenheit gerne. Schließlich wollen sie auch ihren Anteil an der Macht.

Für alle, die mehr lesen wollen und noch einen Zugang zu X haben (es werden täglich weniger und das ist eigentlich auch richtig so) habe ich den Link eingestellt.

Weiterhin habe ich eine erste Analyse verlinkt, die ihr in der ARD-Mediathek findet:

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I Guelfi e i Ghibellini.

Sappiamo che Dante apparteneva alla fazione dei Guelfi ma perché e qual è l'origine di questi due gruppi? L'origine dei nomi risale al 1125, dopo la morte di Enrico V si ebbero  lotte per la successione tra bavaresi e sassoni dei Welfen (Guelfi) e gli Hohenstaufen svevi del castello di Waiblingen (Ghibellini) proprio sotto il castello per la prima volta tra le  grida di guerra si udirono urlati i nomi delle fazioni in lotta; Federico I uscì vittorioso dalla contesa. Eletto imperatore cercò di consolidare il suo regno in Italia che si divise fra coloro che erano a favore dell'imperatore (Ghibellini) chi contro ed a favore del papa (Guelfi). Nel VI canto del paradiso Dante ci dice che i Guelfi hanno come simbolo i gigli d'oro di Francia, i Ghibellini l'Aquila imperiale germanica e che entrambi si nascondono dietro a questi  simboli solo per scopi politici, ed aggiunge, difficile capire che opera nel giusto. Forse sarà questa una delle motivazioni che indurrà Dante, nel momento che ne acquisisce il mandato, ad esiliare 15 componenti di entrambe le fazioni inimicandosi così i nemici ma soprattutto gli amici.

Sappiamo che fu Clemente IV nel 1265 a donare il suo stemma (aquila rossa su fondo bianco con un serpente verde tra gli artigli) a una delegazione di Guelfi fiorentini che poi aggiunsero un giglio rosso fiorentino (ma altre fonti dicono un iris). Il capo dell'Aquila era girato verso sinistra a dispetto di quello imperiale disposto a destra, l'aquila del papa era rossa invece di nera, un modo per imporsi e togliere autorità allo stemma imperiale Il serpente, simbolo del male, veniva artigliato, punito e reso innocuo dell'aquila papale.

I Ghibellini invece avevano come simbolo Ercole che rompe le fauci di un leone, la forza e il coraggio di Ercole contrapposta al leone che rappresenta il male, Ercole poi lascerà il posto alla figura di Sansone e il leone diverrà simbolo della repubblica fiorentina e rappresenterà la caduta della città per mano Ghibellina. Il leone ora rappresenta la superbia di Firenze, Dante infatti lo menziona nell'Inferno facendo riferimento appunto alla sua superbia, ferocia e forza incontrollata. In entrambe le simbologie araldiche si cerca la rappresentazione del giusto, di essere dalla parte del giusto. Il dualismo dei Guelfi e dei Ghibellini non si concentrerà solo a Firenze ma in tutta l'Italia del centro nord, dove intere città si schiereranno da una o l'altra parte, (lunga sarebbe la lista). Questo avviene perché, come sappiamo, l'Italia non era una nazione unita ma composta di tanti piccoli stati e ognuno di loro aveva interesse per il proprio tornaconto a schierarsi o con il papa o con l'imperatore e all'occorrenza anche a cambiare bandiera a seconda della convenienza. Questo comportamento durerà per il tutto il Medioevo e poi il Rinascimento, fino alle guerre d'Italia e anche oltre fino all'unità di Italia. Nella sua Divina Commedia Dante utilizzerà numerosi personaggi sia dell'una che dell'altra parte relegandoli a sua discrezione nei luoghi deputati da Dio. La successiva scissione tra Guelfi bianchi e neri avrà luogo nel maggio del 1300 con un sanguinoso scontro fra le due parti e Dante si schiererà con la fazione Bianca.....

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#waiblingen

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Verwaltungs- und Finanzprüfer (w/m/d)

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Civic Center (1979-84) in Waiblingen, Germany, by Jan Beng Oei + Partner. Photo by Moritz Bernoully.