Roland Dürre
Thursday October 3rd, 2019


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Roland Dürre
Wednesday July 10th, 2019

Emptiness – Writer’s Block.

Roman copy of a Greek Platon portrait, perhaps by Silanion. It was positioned in the Academy after Platon’s death, Glyptothek München.

The misery started with this gentleman.

Currently, I am suffering from writer’s block because I understand too much – or maybe because there is too much that I do not understand. For me, it is the same thing. Because everything is absolutelyl clear and yet nobody understands it.

Around me, much is happening that makes me uneasy, both in my private life and in society, politics and the world. Much of what I used to believe has been proven wrong. And I would really like to comment on it. However, all comment just seems ridiculous to me. Consequently, I refrain from commenting.

Also, I believe that all the talking and even initiatives will not really help. All the noise we make about wrong systems with corrupt and competent system agents is just as useless as the activity of all the students on Fridays for the Future.

Similarly, it will not help if I get upset about something and try to fight it. The system has come to its end. And it has deserved no better. This time around, the downfall is different and – at first sight – not as bad as after the Third Reich. We should have been warned. However, we ignore all warnings and instead act with stupidity.

Well, at least this time we managed to destroy the planet. The perfect tense is correct, because we have already reached the point of no return. Even if, due to our human irrationality, we refuse to accept it.
Neither ratio nor dialectics nor debates will help. Even enthusiasm and emotions will not help. As I see it, there is also no right or wrong, no good or evil. It is as it is and it will come as it will come. It does not really matter.

Probably the human race understood this, because all they do is make noises, instead of actually doing something.

Generally, a new insight causes the loss of other competence. Innovation is always some kind of creative destruction. Just as ratio kills empathy, specialization and Taylorism destroys the understanding of entities, closeness to reality robs you of your dreams, individualism kills what we shared (and vice versa) and what is fast will win over what was slow.

Just as more cultural world will naturally imply less natural world. And in the end, only cultural world will remain – and the natural world is a thing of the past, and along with it life.

We are all part of this development. Nobody can flee – just as nobody can avoid digitalization. It is just like with auto-mobilization. Nobody escaped it – even if some never drove a car themselves.

Consequently, nobody will be spared the climate catastrophe and the destruction of the planet, even if some people actually behave ideally. The destruction of the planet is a collective process that is irreversible in human dimensions and it probably was part of the evolution.

And since those who pretend that they took responsibility yet actually only thought of their own advancement (we call them politicians) did nothing, it just happened.

Here is my recommendation: just accept what you cannot change anyway and live peacefully to the end. In peace with all the creatures of nature. And maybe you can avoid additional nonsense. Perhaps then we have a chance of avoiding the worst.

I am at the end of my teeters – and I feel ok with it. Emotionally, I know that the best way to live is as an anarchist or hedonist. Provided you do not clash with the powerful and moralistic people. Because if you do that, you will soon be miserable. And that is not what I want.

(Translated by EG)

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Roland Dürre
Wednesday May 29th, 2019

Quo vadis – Germania?

Roland Roland as the acting cook (@RolandDuerre):

Practicing freedom in Greece in our tent.

In his youtube video, Rezo (Twitter account @rezomusik) describes and clearly shows how the CDU has failed – but basically, he says that all the parties that determined politics in the FRG during the last decades have failed and how the political elite is obviously incompetent.

The person who calls himself Rezo is an entrepreneur and 27 years old – which is no longer all that young. He has a master’s degree in computer science (from the University of Dortmund) and earns his money with the production of videos. Well, youtube is one of the channels to publish videos. Which makes him a youtuber.

I, too, am offering 103 videos on my channel rolandduerre and I believe that there are some quite interesting videos among them. Just think of the videos with Rupert Lay. But that does not make me a youtuber, just as I am not Roland Dürre the blogger just because I write down some of my ideas in the IF blog. No. First and foremost, I am a human being who used to earn his living as an entrepreneur and who now enjoys the good life as a man of independent means.

So now, the CDU got upset about the famous Rezo video and they are asking if the internet should be controlled even stricter than it already is controlled. Mind you, what Rezo says is more than true. The only problem is that he does not say all. But then: how could anybody say all when you look at how endless the list of failure is?

There is not a single day when I am not confronted by the effects of what CDU & Co have done. And I am truly surprised (and find it a pity) to see how many people still voted in favour of CDU in the European elections.

The latest example is of earlier today. At 7 a.m., I listened to the News on the Second Bavarian Radio Station. And they say that currently the countries where most of the young high-potentials want to work are Australia, Sweden and Switzerland. Our SCHLAND ranks on number 12.

Here is the originalnews text:

Berlin: For highly qualified experts from abroad, Germany is not the first address (it ranges in the two-digit area). This can be seen from an OECD study that will be presented today (May, 29th) in Berlin. The authors find out that Germany is on the 12th position on a list of the most attractive places to work for experts with a master or PhD degree. The top rank is held by Australia, followed by Sweden and Switzerland. Criteria were, among others, the quality of job advancement chances, along with income and taxes.

I know other studies that show that Germany also becomes less and less attractive for craftsmen and qualified workers. As I see it, craftsmen and qualified workers are just as important as people with an academic degree, perhaps they are even more important.

Well, this is what I call a failure of the German politics. And it is a failure with dire consequences. After all, it seems a valid conclusion that the best people no longer want to come to Germany and consequently Germany will not have a very bright future.

It comes as a particular surprise to see what countries are at the top of the list.


When I think of Australia, I think it is down under. The only thing you will find close by is New Zealand and a few South-Sea Islands. Other than that, persons who live there are totally cut off from the world. In my book that is not attractive. Whenever you want to see something new, you have to fly more than ten hours. Which is absolutely a no-go in these modern times.

Economically speaking, Australia lives almost exclusively from coal exports. Their coal is probably the highest quality coal world-wide. If this source of income were to disappear, the country would be bankrupt.

Just imagine: the world’s best coal is mined without any environmental consideration and than driven to the harbours, from where it is transported around the globe with huge ships. Then, it is re-loaded to smaller ships or long freight trains. The only purpose of this procedure is to have enough coal for burning it and producing enough electricity for the production of tin boxes. Said tin boxes will then be filled with local beer and shipped back to Australia. What nonsense …

Currently, what is needed is that we immediately stop electricity production based on coal. Naturally, they cannot do this in Australia. Because if Australia terminated the export of coal, it would immediately suffer from the worst possible economic crisis. …

So I understand that they need the best people. Just in case…


Many good things are said about Sweden. Some people really make a huge effort, for example with the project Vison Zero. It is about the desire to limit the number of people killed in fatal traffic accidents to ZERO.

However, I know a number of authors who describe Sweden as a corrupt country that is close to collapse. That is certainly not good advertising for the Scandinavian model country.

For me, Sweden would not even be attractive if wild horses dragged me there . Not just because of the depressing criminal stories, but more because of all those long and dark winters. What a placement disadvantage.


I know Switzerland quite well, also its bourgeois side. Regardless of the fact that I do not always like this side, I still find that Switzerland is attractive. That is also because of their democratic structure.

The main disadvantage of Switzerland is that it seems to be even more expensive than my hometown Munich. I can understand that people like living and working there. Because if you work there, you can better afford to live there. It is not so easy for a gentleman of independent means. So: if I were young again, I would probably think about emigrating.

Common characteristics

Now let us look at what these three countries have in common. As I see it, they are all autonomous and, perhaps most importantly, they are small economies. And you all know that it has always been my belief that small systems are easier to control than big ones. Maybe there is some truth in this?

As far as the gross national product is concerned, they are probably all in the range of Bavaria. Perhaps this is another reason why Bavaria should at long last leave the FRG. All three countries have a strong culture of their own and an identity. For Australia, this is because they are so remote, in Sweden, it is because they are still an EU partner who keeps its distance and Switzerland has its neutrality. And all of them have their own currency. It sees that this is not so bad, after all.

One might actually come to the conclusion that it is easier for small and self-determined countries to create quality of life. To me, this, too, sounds plausible.

The negative trend that is being supported in many dimensions in Germany has not come out of the blue. It is, of course, due to political failure. Neither self-praise nor political manoeuvres in the form of offending those who criticize you will make it any better. It is about time that the ladies and gentlemen of the CDU start to accept this.

Here is an anecdote:

At one time, the InterFace AG and one of its partners had an IT daughter in India. Which meant that I occasionally flew to India. Whenever entering India, I was usually greeted by nice young gentlemen at the immigration desks of the airports in Mumbai or New-Dehli. These gentlemen were always willing to talk to me. They also asked me about my job. When I answered that my field was computer science or IT, they were quite surprised. They asked things like:

Do you really have such a thing as a computer in Germany?

Later, that was exactly our problem. The best Indians wanted to go to the USA or Canada. Or perhaps they wanted to work in those countries that were then called Asian Tigers. If you had to go to Europe, then the only halfway decent choice for an Indian was going to Britain. Germany was a very poor excuse for a destination. Only the second class experts who were not taken by anyone elsewhere went to Germany. They usually hoped to use Germany as a stepping stone towards another country.

These experiences lie a few years back. Today, the situation is even worse. Except that in the Ministry of Economy in Bavaria, they tell a totally different story. They talk AI and postulate Bavaria First. Basically, this is just ridiculous. But it is so sad.

Today, China is the leader. And Mr Trump, with his stupid activities – like now around Huawei – sees to it that the Chinese will now (because they have no other choice) get really under way. Consequently, life will become really hard for the rest of the world, at least as far as digitalization is concerned. Even for the USA. And especially for the European Nations who hinder each other with minor problems in their over-regulated EU…

After all, everything is about digitalization – at least according to Bavarian politics.

That is what I call political failure.

(Translated by EG)

Roland Dürre
Sunday April 28th, 2019

The Holes in Your Trousers

It feels best to be in the nude.

Summer is nice.

Mostly, you do not have to wear too many clothes in summer. In spring, autumn and winter, however, it is important to wear clothes if you live in our regions. Because otherwise you can easily fall ill.
And since we live in luxury, most of the people in this country have far too much hanging in their wardrobes.

I find it hard to throw anything away.

There are several reasons for this… firstly, I am sorry to throw something out that is still intact. You never know if there might not be a chance to wear exactly this one piece, even though I have not worn it in many years. Also, I am economical and do not wish to just destroy things that are ok. Also, some clothes are linked to memories. That is also true for towels, bed-linen and other textiles.

It is evil to run around wearing sloppy clothes.

When I was a child, my mother was quite strict about teaching me that you do not run around wearing sloppy clothes. I often had to throw away a pair of trousers just because one knee had a hole in it. And mended trousers were also sloppy. Besides, they were a symbol of poverty. In those days, you wanted anything, but you did not want to be poor.

The upbringing worked.

Later, I was very careful to never wear clothes with holes. I bought many suits and ties. I always wanted to look chic. Shorts were the exception to the rule and only worn when I was at leisure. Well, in business, they were unimaginable.

That changed. Today, I only wait for warm weather and then I wear shorts. If my short jeans look worn and have a few holes, then this makes me proud. After all, it shows that I no longer throw away clothes. I also like wearing washed-out pullovers and t-shirts.

Someone is still complaining if I run around like this. It reminds me of my childhood, except it is now no longer my mother who gives me the warning. Because she is already dead.

In my case, ranting does not help these days.

I am still happy with it. And even during holidays I take a detour whenever I see at-shirt sales outlet.

(Translated by EG)

Those were the days – we were still paying with Deutsche Mark. Coal is nice.

In former times, people lived frugally in order to save money for their old age. Even as a young child, you had your bank account. Today, it is not so easy to open your bank account.

However, this is not bad news, because in times of zero interest, it makes no sense to save money. You save and save and eventually nothing is left. Because the money you saved lost all its value. Because we have a high inflation rate and zero interest – both thanks to the EZB money politics.

Today, more and more people have to save money.

Not for their old age – but in order to make ends meet. And because, as the end of the month comes, nothing is left on the bank account. Because life has become expensive. Or, to be more precise: the rents have become really expensive, at least in some cities.

Food has become cheap – I think it has never been quite as cheap as now.

I know people who pay 1,200 € each month for their cold flat in Munich – and they often find this quite cheap. Regardless, it is more than half of what they earn after taxes. If you have a flat to live in, all you need is some clothes and food.

Most of us have far too many clothes.

We pile them on top of each other in our wardrobes. But visible signs of having worn them (after all, you want to look presentable) and the fashion (you want to be chic) make us buy more and more all the time. Regardless of the fact that there are many things we really no longer need. That is purest consumerism. And the wardrobes keep getting fuller and fuller.

Let us look at food.

In Germany, it is cheaper than in most other countries. I took a close look at the prices of basic food in discount shops:

Flour, milk and eggs

If you buy milk, you pay 1.05 € if you choose fresh full milk with 3.8 % fat, if you take the H-milk with 3.5% fat, it is even less: 0.70 €. That comes as a surprise to me. Compared to a litre of Diesel fuel (1.30 €) or petrol (1.45 €), it is really cheap, isn’t it? Especially since there is always also a tetra package that comes with it. And if you drive a car, one litre of fuel is quickly gone.

Looking at flour really gives me pause. At Aldi Süd, you get one kilogram of Mühlengold Weizenmehl for 0.39. Now I understand why some people heat their ovens with grain.

If I want to bake a cake, I will also need eggs. There are three different 10-egg-packages: from hens that were kept on the ground, they cost 1.19 €, from hens that were running free, they cost 1.59 €, and from ecological hens, they cost 2.69 €. If I want the eggs boiled or coloured, I get 10 of them for 1.89 €. That sounds really nice, doesn’t it?

I will also need oil.

Here is what I see: the pure vegetable oil made of rapeseed costs 0.99, the same is true for the pure sun flower oil. As you see, oil, too, is less expensive than petrol or Diesel fuel. I wonder if I can pour it into my car. Well, maybe not, because, as we all know, I no longer drive a car, let alone a Diesel engine car.

Coffee must not be missing from my list.

I find “Bio Caffè Crema, ganze Bohne“ for 9.49 € and, even better, “Tizio Caffe, ganze Bohne, sortiert“, an entire kilogram for 7.49 €. Since these prices do not only contain the added value tax, but also the roasting tax, this is really remarkable. According to Wikipedia, in Germany the coffee tax per kilogram for bean coffee is 2.19 Euro. For instant coffee, it is even 4,78 Euro per kilogram.

Those who love alcohol also need not worry.

The least expensive schnapps is the Doppelweizenkorn Kornmeister. You get a 0.7 for 5.29 and for three litres of Gold Beer KARLSKRONE (as a six-pack, 6x 0,5), you pay 1.79 €. A total of 7.08 € should easily settle you for a soccer evening at home in front of your TV set.

If you do not like beer, I recommend red wine.

The discounter offers a bottle of “Mazedonischer Rotwein“ for 1.49 €. So what more do you need?

If you need snacks to go with the liquor, this is also quite cheap. You get Chips SUN SNACKS, 200 g for 0.79 €. Two packages in your trolley and the entire TV evening with six half-litres of beer, one bottle of schnapps and two packages of chips is still only 8,68 €. If you drink some wine after the match, you have a total of not much more than 10.00 €.

As I see it, the absolute hit when it comes to cheap is: apple-sauce.
You get SWEET VALLEY, 710 g for 0.59 € in the Tetra pack. Who can produce this at such a price?

As you see: if you are prepared to eat cheap, you can really live quite well in Germany. To be sure, I have no idea how these prices are possible. I am afraid there must be some exploitation of labourers, producers or suppliers.

So why do I write about this?

Because I think the proportionality got lost.

Something is wrong and something is rotten in this state. In Munich, I pay a sort of rent for one room that would buy me huge mountains of food and t-shirts and leave me enough to drink myself to death.
What will happen if, as a consequence of the climate crisis and the destruction of the soil, we can no longer produce enough grain?

I mean the wheat that currently is so cheap that we only pay 0.39 Euros for an entire kilogram (neatly packed). If I paid the money that is paid for rent (1.200 €), I would actually get three tons of wheat for it. That is more than 700 kilograms each week, i.e. 100 kilograms each day. What will happen when wheat becomes rare?

What will happen if suddenly things turn around totally? Somehow or other, this seems threatening to me and I worry about a future crisis.
And I think of what I consume. What do I need for living except a place to stay and food?

Well – I want to travel.

A short time ago, when I was sitting in the regional train going home to Neubiberg from Winterhausen, two young ladies sat with us at the table. Naturally, they talked about a few other young ladies who had booked a week in Mallorca for 250 Euro. After all, you could get three days on Malle for 146 €: ”How can anybody be such a big spender?“ – was their opinion. Welcome to Ballermann.

Mobility is very important for people, that is also true for me.

It helps if you understand that you can also be quite mobile without a car. If you combine your bike with public transportation, you are doing even better. However, many people believe they absolutely need a car for their mobile freedom. Consequently, they have to spend whatever remains of the income after they have paid their rent on their cars. And then there is not much left except buying food at the discount shop.

But I now understand: if I have a flat, it is quite easy to live with very little money. I am not sure who gets to pay the price for it.
Most of us have more than enough clothes.

You can spend an extremely long time without buying anything new. I practice this – and it works. I am quite happy with it. No more suits, white shirts and ties. And in summer, always the old shorts. Along with all those many free t-shirts. Great.

I try to buy regional products, for instance at the weekly market or the good Supremo coffee. The prices differ fundamentally from those at the discount shop. For coffee, I pay 2.5 times what I would pay there. I am well off and I can afford to do this. I do it because I want to make sure that others, too, can survive and that ruthless exploitation is reduced. But I am probably not succeeding?

Here is a mental experiment:

What happens if I know someone who does not have enough money and I give him, for instance, 10,000 €? I fear he will immediately buy a car or perhaps fly to “paradise”. So his carbon dioxide footprint will immediately increase drastically. That is not what I want.

Perhaps the best solution would be for me to burn my money. I do not mean at the stock market, because that would again mean that someone else gets it. I mean it in the true sense of the word.

Except that this will also not do any good. Because a one-sided DZB will quickly create new money (we used to say “print”). Because they need to trigger the economy and stop the collapse of nations who suffer under the Euro.

(Translated by EG)

I took the prices from the website Discounter-Preisvergleich of April, 24th. Barbara told me that several products (for instance one litre of fresh milk) are considerably less expensive than I wrote.

Hans Bonfigt
Monday April 15th, 2019

(Deutsch) Postdigital mit Heinz und Karl

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Klaus Hnilica
Thursday April 4th, 2019

The Death of the Cook (Part1) – Flashback

“A first-grade asshole!“, was always the first reaction when they talked about Sturmius. For me, too, this guy was hard to digest – almost impossible to accept. …

But you had to admit that he was an excellent cook!
For many years, his name and his artistry in cooking were everybody’s main topic. Sturmius von Suppé cooked on TV on a Thursday at prime time, his viewing figures had no problem surpassing those of the Sunday ’Tatort’.

No rapist or child molester could compete with his Tafelspitz, let alone his roast saddle of venison. No murderer was ever able to get more interest than his acid Vienna Schmäh while he cut duck breasts and glazed carrots.

But I was never able to find out why this Sturmius showed such a dog-like devotedness towards me of all people. Perhaps it was because I, too, was different. Yet I had never been ostracized like he – who, even when he was at school, had constantly smelled of ’celery’!

”Here comes Stinkersturmi! Sturmistinker, Stinkersturmi“, they called after him or whispered with smiles at each other, because Stinkersturmi was not someone you wanted to find yourself alone with on a dark road at night. He had the strength of a Grizzly Bear and never hesitated to use it: even before he grumbled, his paws found their goal – after which mostly nothing remained to be said or done.

Since I was built more like a hen and had not much to offer except a full mouth, Sturmius – without my ever asking him to – made me part of his ’celery aura’ and removed all evil doers from my path before I could even say ’hens’-droppings’.

To make up for it, I agreed to sit next to him each year. Who else would have been able to endure this repulsive creep who smelled of celery?

Naturally, this earned me the mockery and anger of all the others, but that was the price I paid for being protected by him; the price also included all the help I gave this walking celery in mathematics, physics and chemistry.

Once in a while, I even went home with him and saw his impossible upper-class parents and his lethargic sister Raffaela. To be sure, she did not smell of celery, but she made up for this by smelling of perspiration. And the dark, wood-panelled rooms of the noble castle smelled badly of old cabbage, because, due to the high price of heating, they were hardly ever aired.

But I really had never been quite close to this Sturmius von Suppé! I am sure it was not exclusively his fault – I, too, liked hiding behind my protective ’shield ’ and did not let anybody come close: nobody would have understood my ’tepid sorrows’, anyway…

Well, perhaps Sturmius would have understood! But I totally had lost his trail after graduation. I was the declared asshole and had enough on my plate with all the oppressive salamanders. Camouflage and deceit were the necessities of the time: nobody should hear about my unspeakable tendencies. And then, I somehow had to get through my studies at university.

So much the more did it surprise me when suddenly he, Sturmius, appeared on the TV screen of the nation out of nowhere and not only pampered his guests in a culinary way – for instance with his Beef Olives -, but also brought tears to their eyes with his biting Vienese Schmäh.

Suddenly, nothing was left of his uptight inability to talk a lot, neither could you hear any of the Hessian dialect with which he used to provoke the nobility circles he moved in.

And how strong he looked, this appetizingly dark-tanned Sturmius: the formerly pudgy pig-face had become distinguished and the total baldness, along with the dark horn glasses and the then seldom seen three-day-stubbles gave him a magnetic look.

The lively eyes and his broad grin – disarmingly charming whenever that was what he wanted – cultivated everything like the most delicate of spices. All of this not only delighted me, but also felt like a punch into my guts: I had to admit that he – the eternal asshole – had managed something that I never achieved: burst out of the ’cocoon’ and turn the unappetizing caterpillar into a colourful butterfly! Yes – Sturmius definitely had done it …

I admit that this insight came totally out of the blue for me and that it gave me some sort of chronic stomach ache that did not seem to abate! My only consolation was the tasteless hope that, regardless of all his culinary brilliance, he probably still smelled of celery. If even this was no longer true, then what remained of my former superiority?

Nothing – nothing at all was left – as I immediately realized when we met again for the first time. He whispered with an air of nonchalance that he had never forgotten me! So what would have remained for me to brood over or be sorry about? It was immediately clear that I, the freelance journalist, would have to work where the beautifully sun-tanned Sturmius did all his barbecuing and cooking. Be it Amsterdam, Brussels, Berlin or Vienna – I was always there with him!

This is how it did not take me long to find out how Sturmius had not only learned how to cook and cooked with Plachutta, Lamprecht and diverse other restaurants, but also that he had been an item with a cabaret artist famous throughout the city for ten years. Said artist also had been responsible for bringing to the light of day the ’new Sturmius’ with a lot of sensitivity, thus laying the basis for his exceptional TV career.

Unfortunately, soon after they separated, this benign spirit turned totally towards the French Cuisine and his new lover, absolutely refusing to have anything to do with Sturmius‘ former Viennese cooking art. What a pity! It had actually been a lady who had intervened, but Sturmius refused adamantly to tell anything about her …

Well – and in Berlin, Sturmius had a short time ago, just like in old times, used his fists to get me out of a very inconvenient fight after we had celebrated through the night and met the wrong types of guys in a park. But Sturmius had not forgotten anything. On the contrary. Without a word, he finished the affair. The only help he needed was when he insisted that the three injured boys should be neatly positioned like sugar canes on the still dew-wet grass – arranged according their height. Somehow or other, he had become pedantic and more sensitive – this new Sturmius von Suppé…

So much the more brutal and merciless was the news that he had suddenly died!
For me, it was unbelievable that this frying and baking basic power was never again going to barbecue anything. Who could have managed to do harm to such a tough tree trunk? He was always the one who had wet the others?

Or was everything a lie? Just dog Latin? Had this grandiose camouflage artist again tricked us all? Perhaps because he saw that his mission had ended and he was scared to start a boring life of routine? Or did he intend to surprise the world yet again? With a Sturmius as a side dish that nobody had ever seen before? Well, it was absolutely conceivable… …

But when, after long and sad weeks of alcohol delirium, I awoke and regained consciousness, and after all news about Sturmius’s death in the press and all social media had been digested and several discussions with his former environment had happened, I seemed to feel deep inside that, for an investigative journalist like me, there remained a lot to be investigated and that this is what I owed my friend. As he used to say whenever his braised meat was in the oven: you have to give it its due time. …

But that is another even more unbelievable story!

(Translated by EG)

Roland Dürre
Saturday February 2nd, 2019

About To-Do and Not-To-Do Lists …

With my friend Dr. Marcus Raitner during the legendary Dornbirn PM Camp (2013).

There are some blogs that I enjoy reading and about which I also know that I can recommend every individual article therein. One of them is Führung erfahren, which is by Marcus Raitner.

Today, I read the current article by Marcus:
Von den Stoikern Gelassenheit lernen

In this article, Marcus, among other ideas, does some contemplation on Sylvester-Good-Intentions that later became non-existent. Let me cite:
“I was going to be more considerate with my time, I wanted to become more focused and better at giving the right things priority”.

And, of course (the “of course“ is my perspective), he did not succeed. Not because he was too weak. On the contrary: it is very normal that such rules will not work in life, as Marcus can testify: 
”As that of many others, my calendar is full and the five-hour rule as Bill Gates or Warren Buffet introduced it (invest five hours every week in reflections and learning) seems a thing that simply cannot be achieved”.

Quite apart from the fact (and this is again my personal view) that this five-hours rule is not a good one. If anything, you should plan to work a maximum of five hours organized by others on every workday (!) and to donate the rest of the week to yourself. I write “maximum”, because for me these five hours are already too much.

Here is another citation of Marcus:
“… is somehow or other interesting or important (or at least might be interesting or important) and thus the calendar is always more than full, which is also true for the to-do list. Consequently, focusing is first and foremost the question of knowing yourself.“

I do not believe in to-do lists and not-to-do lists. They do the opposite of what you hope they might do. However, self-realization is certainly an important requirement if you want to change. It is not just about priorities in the existing pattern of life or about doing things another way or breaking with a few patterns. The change has to be a radical one. You need to start a new life.

Here is what I propose: it is a good start for change in your own life if you just remove two things completely from your life. To me, the following candidates are obvious:

  • Driving cars.
  • Let the alarm clock wake you up.

Mind you, I do not mean this as a joke. If you manage to remove these two things from your life, you are well under way towards happiness. I managed both. And since I no longer sit in a car at regular intervals, I feel a lot better.

No longer driving a car means, for instance, that you ride your bike. Consequently, you have exercise, instead of having to sit still behind the wheel and never being able to relax mentally. You win time. And if they have no car, it means for most people that they need to work a lot less. After all, they no longer have to earn the money the car costs.

No longer having an alarm clock, too, changes your life dramatically. You get to sleep earlier, eat less at night and no longer schedule pointless meetings early in the morning. And the body will always get exactly the amount of sleep it actually needs. That makes for an increased health and better performance.

Especially entrepreneurs or managers (well, manager is an anti-word, it used to be the leader or the leadership role) can more easily determine what they want to do when, which is not so easy for the train driver or the general practitioner.

We entrepreneurs and leaders are very lucky in that respect, because we have a lot more flexibility than most people in this world. But we actually have to make good use of it – and we must set an example for the others as the leaders in new work. It is up to us.

The downside is that we have to kiss old habits good-bye. And nobody wants that. But it works! I can guarantee it. Just as I can guarantee by 100 % that, if you smile at the mirror, you will see someone smiling back at you. And that is a nice feeling. So: smile at the mirror, sell your car and lock up your alarm clock!

As it happens, 
Marcus gives us a nice metaphor:
“I am absolutely convinced that elephants can learn to dance.”

With Dr. Stefan Hagen, also during the Dornbirn PM camp of October 2013.

That is probably the only important issue where Marcus and I have different opinions.

The elephant metaphor means that huge concerns can actually become agile. I do not think that such a transformation is possible. And also, I cannot imagine that this might be the famous exception from the rule. Whenever I saw concerns try to transform, they failed in the end. In the best case, small biotopes were created, but they were always taken over by reality.

So I plead to abandon the business circus where strange but terribly well-paid actors of the genre business theatre want to make the elephant they administer (and exploit) dance. Let us start a beautiful work life. Where we, as lazy leaders, will limit ourselves to dedicating our time to people (for instance our employees and customers) and to be there when they need us!

Even if it means that we will then no longer get millions in income and compensation – as currently the stars in the business theatre do. None of them are really needed. 
? Neither the millions, nor the business theatre.

(Translated by EG)

Hans Bonfigt
Saturday January 5th, 2019

(Deutsch) Die kleinen Freuden …

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