Klaus Hnilica
Monday February 17th, 2020

(Deutsch) Caro – schnell und dünn…

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Roland Dürre
Wednesday January 29th, 2020

(Deutsch) Brexit

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Roland Dürre
Thursday October 31st, 2019

(Deutsch) Der zweite große Fehler.

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Roland Dürre
Tuesday October 22nd, 2019

(Deutsch) Ein Hauptfehler unserer Gesellschaft!?

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Roland Dürre
Thursday October 3rd, 2019

(Deutsch) RUPERT LAY LESEBUCH

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Roland Dürre
Sunday August 11th, 2019

(Deutsch) Die CLOUD im Theater.

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Roland Dürre
Tuesday July 30th, 2019

Frankfurt in Nauders

 

How I became the victim of violence that I cannot understand.

 

Norbertshöhe – Postcard Idyll in the Alps.

This year in July, I spent some time in Schlanders in beautiful southern Tyrolia, where I joined the soccer players of SpVgg Unterhaching – who were in a training camp – for a few days. We (Barbara, Maresa and yours truly) took the EC from Munich East to Innsbruck and from there we rode our bikes along the Inn cyclist’s path to Martina. Then we continued upwards to the Norbertshöhe.

The cyclist’s path from Innsbruck to Norbertshöhe is really beautiful and you can easily manage it with one overnight stay (we spent the night in Zams). The second day is topped by eleven switchbacks that wind their way to Norbertshöhe over a few hundred metres of altitude. There is an Alpine Restaurant , also called Norbertshöhe, where you can very well rest overnight. After that, it is only a leisurely and quick day to Schlanders.

The only damper on this route is the fact that some of the way on this nice road to Martina, even though it is a cyclist’s path and separate from the street, it goes right alongside the highway.

After a nice and very comfortable night on the Norbertshöhe, we continued in the morning of July, 5th, 2019 on the cyclist’s path to Nauders.

On this day, in Nauders, between 9:03 a.m. and 9:09 a.m., I fell victim to a crime of violence that hit me totally unexpectedly. I remember the exact time very well because I had been using the google maps function “my time axis”.
Today, I heard a lot on the radio about the Frankfurt crime of violence. Consequently, I also remembered what happened to me in Nauders. Let me relate to you what an unthinkable thing happened to me.

The cyclist’s path runs right through the very touristy place Nauders. There are many shops. The street through Nauders is used by pedestrians, cyclists and cars. We stopped in front of a sports shop with a big open space in front. Barbara and Maresa went shopping and I remained outside with the bikes.

According to google, I spent around five minutes in front of the shop. Then my ladies exited the shop, mounted their bikes and continued riding them.

I also wanted to mount my bike and ride after them. That was exactly the moment when I felt a really strong, totally unexpected push into my back. Only with a lot of luck and dexterity, I managed to avoid a fall on my face.

And I saw how a tall and huge gentleman who looked totally normal moved away from me with very quick steps and an extraordinarily upright posture.

I was at a loss. My companions had already left. I really did not feel like following the man and asking him what this had been all about. So I followed my two ladies and told them what had happened.

The general opinion was that something like going to the police would probably not make sense, on top of causing a lot of trouble and wasting time. I would probably have had to see a doctor, too. We already had lost a lot of time and wanted to be on our way.

Consequently, we tried not to let our good mood be dampened and continued. And we really enjoyed the nice way down to Southern Tyrolia. Which was well: the body part where I had been injured still hurt for a few days whenever I made a wrong move, but after about three days, all was well again.

During the rest of the journey, I kept wondering what had happened. For me, the most plausible explanation was that some kind of village fool had been angry about something and consequently let out steam on me. Was it my eBike (they say that some people get angry when they see bikes, especially eBikes)? Had I actively annoyed him (as a bike rider)? Perhaps not, because I had been standing in front of the shop for some minutes already and I make it my rule to always be extremely considerate in these mixed zones, especially when it comes to pedestrians. But can I really be sure? Or was it only my clothes or my nose that he did not like? Perhaps he envied me because I had two beautiful female companions? Or was he mistaking me for an Austrian politician? How am I supposed to know what went on in the brains of my attacker?

Later that day, when we were taking a break in Glurns I had a shocking idea.

Somehow or other, my brains had processed the question: 
”What would have happened if the attacker had used a knife as his weapon“? 
I had a mental concept of myself lying in a puddle of blood, then fighting for my last bit of life in a hospital and having to spend the rest of my miserable life in a wheelchair because of the lasting damage.

But it is probably statistically quite normal that, if you are soon seventy years old, you will also know the experience of anonymous violence. I remember that one of my sons at one time was beaten by public school classmates in an Ottobrunn school without any imaginable reason. Just because he was strolling over the railway station plaza at the wrong time of day. And because he was a student at grammar school.

Except I must not continue with this train of thought. Because if I do, I might get the idea that the probability of an SUV taking me down from my bike is a lot higher and that the consequences of such an event will usually be a lot worse than those of what I experienced in Nauders. Except that it is socially tolerated and happening on a daily basis that someone takes down a person who rides a bike (or, nowadays, an e-scooter). It happens all the time. And then it is considered unfortunate or, at best, treated as a minor breach of law.

But if we have pointless violence by someone who is probably in some way mentally unfit, then this is communicated as a national catastrophe. And all of Germany is concerned and everybody cries and even the Mister Federal Minister of the Interior interrupts his vacation.

RMD
(Translated by EG)

Roland Dürre
Friday July 26th, 2019

Sheepshead, School and Digitalization,

 

Card Playing Stories.

 

Laub(?)-Solo on Position 3 with 4 Ober, beaten in the Bock Round with Contra. />

Once in a while, I leave the competitive Sheepshaed rounds and play with elderly gentlemen. This hand of cards is totally fictional. Similarities with real hands are purely accidental.

The “elderly gentlemen“ are no older than I. I gave the circle this secret title because it is a very contemplative sheepshead round. The stakes are low, there is no knocking and there is plenty of gossiping.

The “elderly gentlemen“ are mostly retirees or financially independent persons. In general, they built a family and can look back upon a successful professional career. Their lives were full, they always knew right from wrong and achieved a lot as upright citizens. They live in a world that is free of sorrows and peaceful, but they have many irrational fears. Today, they play the roles of good grandfathers and support their children in a particularly model-like way when it comes to caring for the grandchildren.

The hand of the enemy on position 4, who killed my solo.

They also invest a lot of time for this goal of theirs. As helping angels, they constantly travel for other people. And they always know better how to improve matters.

I think that people need to solve their own problems and prefer to support people in finding their own way to deal with their problems. And I also believe that everybody should live his or her life in self-responsibility.

I tried to kiss moral and other dogmas good-bye for good. I also kissed my bad conscience good-bye. If I had not done this, I would think of myself as a totally bad family father and human being when surrounded by these people.

So here is the story. It is about school. Incidentally, one of my daughters is a teacher. She also often tells me stories that surprise me. It is really quite sad how school and education in Germany deteriorate.

The following story is from the world of state schools. However it is not a story my daughter told me. It is from a sheepshead friend of mine, one of the “elderly gentlemen”.

As the end of the school year comes, all teachers have more work than at other times. That is not only due to the fact that they have to write all the reports. Consequently, the grandfathers must have a watchful eye on their “grandchildren whose parents are teachers” in order to give said teaching parents room and time they need for this important end-of-the-year work.

One of the important and time-consuming tasks it taking back the books. They are all free. So the teachers who have (had) to be responsible for all those books now need to get active. And since this takes a lot of time, grandpa has to babysit.

As with all regulars‘ tables, the sheepshead stories are also always value-oriented. Consequently, the story about how school books are returned also gets morally judged. This is also an example that nicely illustrates what Socrates found out: the young generation gets worse and worse. And the wise heads go left and write as they signal how they cannot understand how society deteriorates, as you can clearly see from the condition of the books. What a nuisance it also is to check what papers are hidden in the books. Sometimes even with secret data. You can also lament about the loss of power and authority in modern times and school.

I, too, move my wise head right and left. Because I cannot understand why we need school books at all. Don’t we live in the 21st century, i.e. in the digital era? But that is not what I say. Because I know that every one of the men assembled around this cards table will consider a school life without normed school books for all the subjects the end of our occidental German culture.

My ruminations stray to a series of emotional pitches at the Business Competition BayStartup, where young start-up teams pleaded for a digital school. And they also showed what little technology you need if you wish to realize it. And what huge advantages on several levels this would have. However, I also remember how these – admittedly very young – teams were given patronizing smiles by the majority of jurors (and given poor grades). This was a few years ago – and I had hoped that something might have changed by now.

But we live in Germany. My colleagues in the jury – mostly old white men like myself – were not really enthusiastic about such revolutionary ideas. Because even the protagonists of change do not yet understand that innovation is creative destruction. And that school books are a means towards a standardized education.

And even technologically simple things are the opposite of politically easy to realize. Especially not if they are about change. And I probably better do not say what I think about this.

After all, in my sheephead circle, I want to play cards and not discuss digitalization. In the past, my experience was too often that digital life, along with the internet as a fair participation system, is not really understood among the powers that be in this country.

And unfortunately, I must agree with Sascha when he writes:
”The greatest German competence is the competence to remain. It is administered by habit.“

(Sascha Lobo in an article about micro mobility)

And all I can do is warn the old white men (and also the evil female wise-guy ladies):

If you continue in this way, then there will soon be an end to prosperity and the life you love so much in this country. That serves you right! And it is well!

RMD

P.S.
But at least there is good news from Bavaria: They now offer sheepshead as a school subject. It is perhaps the only subject that makes any sense.

Roland Dürre
Friday July 12th, 2019

(Deutsch) Glück durch Freiheit!

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Roland Dürre
Sunday April 14th, 2019

Does Anybody Still Believe in VUCA?

Whenever I attend events on #newwork or #agile, I hear people lamenting:

Our life becomes faster and faster. The high speed of change causes a high complexity that is overrunning us. Consequently, we have to become more agile in order to deal with it.

I reply that I have no intention of doing anything of the sort. Neither do I have to cope with complexity. Actually, I leave complexity well alone.

Protetion against vuca in Bonnaire in the Caribbean(Foto © Luc Bosma, Bonaire)

Then I hear the worried question:
And you, do you not fear VUCA?
Well, vuca really sounds worrying. A little like HORG (Hierarchical ORGanization).
Except that VUCA is also just one of the abbreviations that are so popular today. They have all become buzzwords.

In fact, in my book, a buzzword is an empty phase. Just like digitalization or sustainability.

Interestingly, the use of abbreviations was initiated by the NSDAP bureaucracy in the Third Reich and then used extensively. Subsequently, the abbreviations became export hits, following the motto: “Am Deutschen Wesen soll die Welt genesen“ (Let the world heal following Germany’s example).


VUCA

According to Wikipedia, VUCA is an Acronym for the terms volatility (Volatilität / Unbeständigkeit), uncertainty (Unsicherheit), complexity (Komplexität) und ambiguity (Mehrdeutigkeit).


The VUCA prophets use the harmless four letters as memory rhyme for their horror message.

But then, has the world not always been vuca from the perspective of a single person?

In the stone age and in medieval times, it probably started with food for humans. Will there be anything to eat today?

From the perspective of organizations, the world also has always been vuca. Just remember the medieval towns where people tried to protect themselves against vuca by building expensive walls.

Or take my favourite example: the Weimar Republic lastet no more than nine years – and the thousand-year Reich changed everything in only twelve years (and destroyed a lot in the process). What a speed! True vuca! Even the GDR lasted 41 years (from 1949 until 1990). And the FRD (from 1949 and ongoing) already managed seventy years. Basically, so little vuca is hard to believe, isn’t it?

Consequently, I find the world has always been vuca. More in former times than today. Because the operating systems of our social systems have actually had a stabilizing effect. They are also more stable because of their digital corsets. How would you ever be able to change a huge enterprise that cemented its processes in Office365 and SAP?

As I see it, our world has probably become more stressful. Or at least it brought a new form of stress. Except that stress does not sound as nice as vuca. Let me recommend the Book
Phenomenon Stress:
Wo liegt sein Ursprung, warum ist er lebenswichtig, wodurch ist er entartet?
(Where does it originate, why is it essential, why did it get out of control?)
by Frederic Vester.

It contains more substance that is worth reading than the entire vuca literature. And if you buy it second-hand, you get it for less than one Euro.

And here are my 10 cents worth of advice on stress:

The change from a nature-oriented to a culture-oriented world brought us a new form of stress.

We created a world where we are permanently exposed to noise. The air is polluted because of exhausts. Our bodies, including the vegetative (nerve-) system is exposed to many idiotic burdens (such as having to control a car without ever finding a physical outlet …) and limitations (we spend the entire day sitting around somewhere…).

We can change this. We only have to want it!

Because the things that give us problems are exactly the things we do not need, anyway. We would have to work a lot less and could do a lot more for our own health if we were better organized and ready to do without a lot of nonsense.

Today, we mostly toil for nothing. That is where I think it is a good idea for us to make our world less complex – in the sense of avoiding rubbish. However, we should not lament the vuca-ization of our lives. Because that, too, creates stress. So:

🙂 VUCA –> FGI (forget it)

RMD
(Translated by EG)