Roland Dürre
Sunday August 13th, 2017

(Deutsch) Mein erstes “Coming Out”

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Hans Bonfigt
Friday July 21st, 2017

The Power and the Glory

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Klaus Hnilica
Thursday May 18th, 2017

Falling Down

I no longer remember who told me this story. Perhaps it was the tourist guide when we drove to the ’Manrique Museum’? Or that female professor of geology from Brandenburg? She has been coming to the ’Lanzarote Park Hotel’ in Playa Blanca in March for eight years now and also reads Spanish Daily Newspapers, not just this stupid island magazine Lanzarote 37°. Or was it maybe Pedro who told me this story a one of his inimitable ’language cocktail’ variations at the pool?

I simply cannot recall exactly …

But it was always about that toothless street musician!

He is a true disgrace on the never-ending boardwalk close to the ocean in the south-west of Lanzarote. With his dirty and unappetizing appearance, he should not be permitted to sit there. This is simply not tolerable! Not on this fantastic EU-financed boardwalk! After all, hundreds of people pilgrimage here until late into the night.

Besides, this ’music-playing pig’ does not restrict his appearance to his rusty folding chair in front of the last stretch of fallow land, where hardly anybody would notice him anyway. Instead, he can now be almost exclusively seen on the stone boardwalk balustrade.

What an exhibition: a ’music-playing rubbish heap’ in front of the eternally sparkling, sunny ocean! With a greasy hat lying on the floor and a cap on his sun-burned head! And two watery eyes that look like puddles …

Mostly, he dribbles into his melodica – which is some kind of key flute – from which the same melody is released at all times. But it is strangely alluring! You have to give him that. Perhaps it is even by Mozart? Even if it is perhaps a little too sad? Unfortunately, I was never able to really find out.

Seven years ago, when the concert building Lava-Bubble in Jameos del Agua was closed due to stones falling down from the ceiling, this disgrace had already been playing on the Playa Blanca boardwalk. In those days, he allegedly had a rather rich musical portfolio.

And while the volcano rocks were being glued together with special resin above the roof, he also sat there every day. Perhaps even the occasional cent out of all those six million euros this roof cost found its way into his shabby hat. Who could know? Definitely not the ’music-playing rubbish heap’.

And the inauguration concert given when the renovated concert hall in Jameos del Agua  was ceremoniously re-opened will definitely also have been something he was totally unaware of. As must have been the fact that the famous English conductor John Miguel Smith was going to be at the baton and that even representatives of the Spanish Crown had accepted the invitation.

However, he did notice that the rather pompous John Miguel Smith with his much too young female companion had had a stupid accident where he stumbled right in front of the ’music-playing heap of dirt’ on the day before the concert and fell fully on his nose; yes, that was something he had definitely noticed.

And the Spanish cursing of the noble Brit was probably also something he noticed!
Mind you, Betty had even cried out “attention John“, because apparently he had recognized a strangely alluring melody and consequently only had eyes for the shabbily dressed source of the melody. But at that moment, it was already too late! He fell full-length onto the dignified brown cobbles of the boardwalk here in Playa Blanca…

Ranting, he immediately jumped up, was appalled when he inspected his atrociously grazed hands and elbows, moved his badly ailing fingers like a maniac and kept shaking his head while he smoothed the damaged, bloody t-shirt over his stomach.
He only noticed that he had also torn his rough silver Greek Knot Cross from his neck during his fall when Betty tearfully offered it to him. He gripped it like a bird of prey and threw it into the greasy hat of the street musician, who was totally appalled.

He was quick to pull Betty after him in order to get away from this upheaval among the nosy masses of people as fast as possible. Probably his only remaining worry at this time was tomorrow’s inauguration concert at the “lava bubble”! In Jameos del Agua! And his wounded arms, his injured stomach, his bloody hands and his lacerated chin. And he certainly hoped that nobody had recognized him – the famous John Miguel Smith, when he kissed the boardwalk lying on his stomach like a fallen frog …

What mortification!

However, in at least one case, this hope seemed to have been in vain; because when the ’music-playing rubbish heap’ had overcome his shock paralysis and fished out the cross that lay between the few coins in his hat, there was suddenly a strange sparkle to his alcohol-marked face. A sparkle that even continued when he opened his toothless mouth out of which came a questioning “Miguel?”…

And then again “Miguel – Miguel, is it you?“

The street musician got more and more excited and even panicky. He dropped the soiled melodica and started using his left paw, too, for squeezing the silver cross – and again and again, he croaked: “Miguel !…Miguel !!…Miguel…!!

But John Miguel Smith was far beyond hearing and being seen. In fact, he hurried like a wounded animal along the boardwalk accompanied by his totally hysterical companion. All he wanted was crawl into his lair at the Hotel Vulcano as fast as possible!

Since, as everybody knows, the famous conductor Smith strictly forbids all attempts at finding out about his life and mercilessly deplores even the smallest public assumptions, the desperate calls of an old man, too, were lost in the rippling of the ocean that ran along the lava coast near the boardwalk balustrade.

But still, as I said, I heard somewhere that this incident is the reason and the only reason why the street musician, since that time, only plays this one ’endearing melody’ that, to this day, I could not identify. It is because he still hopes that his Miguel – whom he could not have cared less about when he was a child, in fact whom he even gave away for adoption – might one day pass by and invite him, his alleged father, to drink a brandy ’Carlos III’ with him…

Well, I am not sure if it is really the ’Carlos III’ this rubbish-like musician dreams about, but I would like to invite everyone who can tell me something new about John Miguel Smith to have a ’Carlos I’ with me in the pre-warmed glassed of the Café ’Gilbert’ on the Playa Blanca boardwalk. As I see it, the old ’music-playing piece of dirt’ should get some help, so why not through a good brandy?

PS:
Please note that all persons and activities in this story are fiction. But still, I will continue to look for this melody that caused the famous conductor to fall down. I have to find out more about it …
KH
(Translated by EG)

Roland Dürre
Saturday March 11th, 2017

Kässpatzen, Allgäu, Founders’ Scene and Digitalization.

Night is coming (Founders’ Villa in Kempten).

Yesterday, life again threw me towards the Allgäu. Thanks to Alexa, I was invited to see the “Kempten Founders’ Villa“ (Gründer-Villa Kempten), where I met young activists of all sexes and age groups. I met founders, entrepreneurs, persons looking for their own way in life and “world improvers” I very much liked. The feeling was a little like: “act local, think global“:

It was a beautiful experience that made me optimistic towards the future.

Because on March, 10, they had another one of their monthly meet-ups at the founders’ villa. On those occasions, what they do at the Founders’ Village is “networking”. You also get home-made Kässpatzn – and the invitations were issued by the two initiators and founders of the Founders’ Villa Simon Schnetzer (youth researcher) and Thomas Herzhoff (agency boss). Consequently, the Kässpatzen had been made by the two bosses Simon and Thomas personally in the comfortable Founders’ Villa kitchen.

Simon Schnetzer (right) and Thomas Herzhoff (founder of the Founders’ Villa).

And I can truly confirm: the Kässpatzen were excellent. They were just as tasty as in the “Oberen Mühle“ a little deeper in the Allgäu, in Bad Oberdorf (part of Bad Hindelang). And that is definitely some achievement!

And the many nice discussions were just as good as the food. Among the people were truly great types. They had very diverse interests and exciting dreams for their future.

Besides myself, there was another guest for whom it was also the first time. He introduced himself and his new role and told us that he is now supposed to found the “Kempten Digitalization Centre”. It is an activity sponsored by the Swabian Government in Augsburg and also subsidized by the Free State of Bavaria. The opening ceremony for the “digital office” or whatever is to be established is scheduled for June, 19th. However, he said he does not know if he can actually open on that day. Too many issues are still unclear.

The Kempten Founders’ Village lives.

Well, his words made me smile. So many things happen in the Allgäu. They have innovative enterprises and companies with a world-wide reputation. A founders’ scene starts to come to life.
The people are creative, looking for and finding alternatives and changing the world. They try things and do things. And then the people in Augsburg, the capital of Swabia, sends them a “digitalization centre” that is supposed to teach them digitalization. Probably “Digitalization for the Allgäu” as a gift from the Bavarian State Government.

The very term “digitalization”! From the times when watches and tachometers became digital. Years later, ISDN was introduced. But that, too, was a long time ago and those technologies have been archived in the Deutsches Museum long ago. Digitalization is ancient. Young persons have progressed way beyond that.

And in the Allgäu, the “Founders’ Villa” is a much better metaphor for forming the future than a centre that now wants to start digitalizing the Allgäu.

So let me, again, express my gratitude for the kind invitation to all and in particular to Simon and Thomas for their hospitality in the Kempten Founders’ Villa.

RMD
(Translated by EG)

P.S.
I took the pictures from the Kempten Gründer-Villa Kempten website.

P.S.1
In this article, I tried to describe how activities sponsored by the central administration reach in the “provinces”.

Hans Bonfigt
Tuesday January 31st, 2017

Heuchler, Lügner und Claqueure:

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Roland Dürre
Monday December 26th, 2016

Touring Central America

An “Alien” on a Huge Ship.

We returned from our ocean trip on Christmas Eve and already spent two wonderful days in our “home sweet home”. The repercussions of the trip are still with me – now I reflect all those many adventures that happened during fourteen very intense days.

In the last two weeks, we visited eight countries. From La Romana in the Dominican Republic, we went to Jamaica, then Mexico, Belize, Honduras, Costa Rica, Panama, Columbia and back to La Romana via Santo Domingo.

Just as we had hoped and anticipated, it was pleasantly warm in the Caribbean. Whenever clouds showed up, they were welcome, because the prevented us from getting sunburn, regardless of us basically always staying outside and enjoying the fresh air. The rest of the time, sun and rain switched places frequently, with advantages in favour of the sun. Once in a while, there was quite some wind.

It was night for almost thirteen hours, and I mean a rather dark kind of night. That meant there was always enough time to really get enough sleep. Keeping our balcony door open, we enjoyed the sound of the water at night. More than eleven hours of the day, the sun shone really bright – which was enough time fill with intense adventures.

To be sure, it was a typical “all included” trip on a huge ship with more than 2,000 passengers. There were plenty of animations on diverse big and small stages. As often on cruisers, they tried to make the passengers feel that theirs was a glamorous world of luxury.

As far as we were concerned, we defined the boat trip a little differently and did not organize it in the same way as the majority of passengers. Consequently, we always stayed outdoors and did not eat in the big or small restaurants inside the ship a single time.

Instead, we always ate in one of the two small beer-garden-like open-air restaurants. And it almost went without saying that we never attended one of those many shows that actually fascinated many of our fellow travellers. This is how it became a very simple vacation, just for Barbara and me.

A private “crusader” in Roatán (Honduras).

In the daytime, we spent each day in one of six countries and two days in various places in Jamaica and the Dominican Republic. Dependent on the situation, we spent six out of ten days away from others, hiking privately and once riding rented bikes. We took up offered trips twice. At night, we were always on the ocean. The same is true for the four ocean days during which we let our souls relax and digested what we had experienced.

Two gigantic ships meeting in Cozumel (Mexico).

During the next few days, I will relate what went through my head in all those days. For instance that we actually visited three countries that do not have their own armies and how we saw that the majority of people living in those countries were very happy and proud of this fact.

RMD
(Translated by EG)

Roland Dürre
Thursday December 8th, 2016

Good-Bye Until After Christmas!

And a Happy Christmas to You All!

The picture was taken two years ago when we were rafting in China.

Starting tomorrow, we will be in the Caribbean.

To be sure, I do not feel
“that the time is ripe to begin afresh“!!!

But still, I will be gone for some time. On Christmas Eve, I will be back and meet my children and grandchildren – those of them who are in Munich.

It looks a lot like I will not read any emails until then. My many chat dialogues will get a break and I will probably only rarely be on the internet at all.

During the next two weeks, I will try to live only for Barbara and myself. Many thousand miles from “sweet home”, I will simply ignore all messages from the world. And during that time, I will not publish anything on the IF blog, either (if anything is published, it will be by one of my friends or by my bot).

Normal life as I had it will start again on the evening of Christmas Day. As has been my custom for many years now, I will again spend the evening in the Munich Lustspielhaus to watch Willy Michl (It is well worth clicking onto the link). I will also howl “Silent Night, Holy Night”, listen to the eternal ISARFLIMMERN and enjoy the fact that the days will gradually get longer.

It would be a huge delight for me if I were to meet a few of my friends in the Lustspielhaus on December, 25th for Willy and if we could then do some “exchange of ideas” before the concert and during the interval!

RMD
(Translated by EG)

pmcamp-logo-dornbirnWell, I have attended quite a few PM Camps. And in some way or other, every one of them was different from all the others, yet they were always a great experience. Yesterday and the day before yesterday, we had the 6th PM Camp in Dornbirn. My personal perception was that – at least for me – it was even “better” than all the prior PM Camps. And I gained a lot of clarity as far as the model and the aim of PM Camps is concerned.

As I see it, clarity is one of the most important topics for social systems. It might even be the one most important factor for success. This is true for families, clubs, enterprises, communities, political units – in other words: for all kinds of social systems. Wherever you have a clear concept of what the system is and what tasks it wishes to accomplish, you are on a promising path.

Something that can help on the way towards clarity is theory – in particular system theory. Consequently, the “system theory” given by Gerhard Wohland (@GerhardWohland) in Dornbirn was very welcome. He gave two impulse presentations that, to me, seemed extremely important. In one of those, he introduced the term “resistance nest”.

This is how I learned that life, both in original societies and our developed society, is and has always been a huge resistance nest. Actually, you could call a human life an accumulation of resistance nests as they are lived by each of us both similarly and serially.

The term resistance nest is made up of resistance and nest!

“Resistance” as part of resistance nest means that there is a lot of resistance. That hurts and will consume a lot of energy. Once in a while, resistance will make us desperate. It can make us plummet deeply into crises. Which is something that can really make life hard. On the other hand, ideas are only born from crises. Without a crisis, you might have thoughts, but not real ideas.

In the middle of a crisis, it is rather easy to collapse, sometimes in such a way that you cannot get up under your own steam. That is where the term “nest” comes in. It means that fellow humans will help us to get up after we have collapsed. The term “nest” also means recreation and leisure!

In a “session” with Gerhard on exactly this topic, Stefan asked if maybe we should turn PM-Camp into a resistance nest? And how to do it?

So sehen mich Christian und Daniel (© Visual-Braindump)

This is how Christian and Daniel see me (©Visual-Braindump)!!

That is when I had a moment of clarity.  PM Camp is not a resistance nest, nor would I want it to be one. No! What I want is for PM Camp to be a nest where everybody feels comfortable. Since all the participants appreciate and respect each other (and also behave accordingly) and all of them are prepared to open up and share their experiences, we have a wonderful nest of leisure. As far as I am concerned, you can feel free to call it “comfort blanket zone” or some similarly derogatory name. I rather like “comfort blanket zones”!

After all, there are enough resistance nests in my real life. Sometimes there is more resistance than nest. Consequently, I enjoy having a leisurely time at the PM Camp. When I am there, I want to indulge in having my “intellectual and emotional spa”. I do not want to show people how well I can perform or even fight. I go there without any goals and I do not want to compare myself with anybody, let alone compete with others. All I want is enjoy myself and experience and understand new and different things in a very comfortable environment.

Consequently, emotions, too, were not forgotten at the #PMCampDOR. The hour with five times pecha kucha in the morning of the second day brought us “pure feelings” and was the ideal bridge after the – as always – intense party that had concluded the first day. And there were quite a few “sessions” that were real heart openers.

It was great! Many thanks to all those who were there and supported us.

RMD
(Translated by EG)

P.S.
Here is the result of my session “Happiness“, I assume that my report will also follow soon in the IF Blog.

Vielen Dank an Christian und Daniel, die bei unserer Glückssession auf #pmcampdor 2016 so toll mitgemacht haben. (©Visual-Braindump)

Many thanks to Christian and Daniel who were such great candidates during our happiness session at #pmcampdor 2016 (©Visual-Braindump).

Roland Dürre
Friday October 7th, 2016

PEACE – YES, I WANT IT!

Weiße Taube auf blauem Grund, eine Variante der Friedenstaube: Seit den 1980er Jahren verbreitetes Symbol der westeuropäischen, vor allem der deutschen Friedensbewegung, entworfen im Kontext des Widerstands gegen den NATO-Doppelbeschluss.

White dove on blue background, a variation of the peace dove. This has been an established symbol of the Western European, and especially the German Peace Movement since the 1980ies. Originally, it was developed in the context of opposition against the NATO double track decision.

A short time ago, I was alarmed. A friend of mine told me he had heard I am no longer active in the project PEACE. He asked me if that was correct.

It seems that, in some way or other, I caused a misunderstanding with the last article of mine. Quite the opposite is true and rather important!

I am and will remain true to the idea of PEACE. In fact, in the future, I want to do even more for PEACE than ever before.

During the last few weeks, however, I learned a lot.

For instance, I no longer believe in the “project PEACE”. The term “project” implies “management”. And I mean management in the worst meaning of the word. And that is something I am actually ABSOLUTELY FED UP with! I also understand now that PEACE is not something you can just “manage until it appears” or “make it happen”. Just like the “crusade for PEACE” is nonsense. I will also gladly acknowledge the perhaps cynical but rather correct comment of my friend Dr. Jörg Rothermel after he had read my article:

“I seem to remember a proverb:
“Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity“ …(by Dr. Jörg Rothermel on Facebook).
😛  What a nice metaphor from the 1960ies.

Aebby (Eberhard Huber) proposed to substitute “enterprise” for “project”. That is something I can easily agree with, especially if the “enterprise PEACE” is the sum of the individual effort of many persons, all of whom start their own “enterprise PEACE” and want to live “in PEACE”.

In other words:
I will now, first and foremost, focus on my own life and give it all my strength. I decided that I will no longer let negative things affect me and influence me. After all, the more things that frustrate me I do, the more frustration I collect, and then it seems unavoidable that said frustration will again have to find a way out – in the form of enmity in whatever form, which then again will frustrate other persons. And I think “living in PEACE” first and foremost means not to collect frustration inside and then having to hand it on.

I spent many years of my life believing that this is unavoidable. I thought you had to “eat crow” again and again and even act against your own values and needs, for instance in order to come to mutual agreements. I used to believe that this was an unavoidable part of both my private and my business life.

Now I notice that, indeed, I can avoid negative input that I have to vomit up later in order not to do damage to myself. When all is said and done, it is only a question of courage on my side.

To be sure, I will have to kiss quite a few fixed patterns good-bye and change things I have become used to. Luckily, however, my first experiences on this path are rather sensationally positive, at least that is how I perceive them. Consequently, I will continue to practice.

I learned all this during many discussion, especially (but not exclusively) with Jolly. And it makes me happy.

So here are both my old and my new message: 



Whenever people want to live in PEACE and, for instance, send messages that promote PEACE, then I will be part of this. If and when Carmen makes a sensational film “PEACE”, then I will, of course, be part of it. Just like I will gladly join Gudrun wherever she lives “PEACE” in her own way.

This is also true for Aebby who moves so much in beautiful multi-dimensionality and for Wolf who keeps embedding PEACE in his great and beautiful media/internet work and for Daniel whenever he draws pictures for PEACE. And, if possible, for all those who want PEACE, as long as I enjoy it and my strength is enough.

And it will be my special pleasure to keep inviting you to be a part of the wonderful and important dialogues with experts and especially with Jolly on PEACE.

RMD
(Translated by EG)

Roland Dürre
Wednesday August 17th, 2016

Gratitude

Currently, you do not get to read much in the IF Blog. That is because I am taking a time out at the world’s best location. Along with Barbara and accompanied by Anna (daughter #2), Sophie (daughter #3), Caroline (granddaughter #1) Nicolas (grandson #2) and Patrick (son-in-law #1).
🙂 What is written in brackets tells you the sequence in which they all arrived in my life.

Blick vom Zelt nach Norden in Richtung Gythio.

Looking south from the tent.

Four nights and days ago, we arrived at Porto Ageranos on the Peloponnese, around ten kilometres south of the old harbour of Sparta at Gythio. We sleep in our tent, directly on the beach of the Aegean ocean, less than 25 metres away from the water. We live in the wilderness. The ocean whooshes, singing us its song. At night, the full moon allows the stars to celebrate her. The campsite is not very crowded, and getting less so each day.

I have now found my personal rhythm. In the morning, I first and foremost swim to the other end of the bay, sometimes half an hour, sometimes an hour, just as I desire. I hike the way back along the beach. Then I get a wonderful breakfast: fresh white bread with homemade marmalade, Greek cheese and eggs prepared in various ways. I particularly like scrambled eggs with fresh tomatoes and paprika.

The morning is soon over as we are just enjoying our leisure time. Our two small ones keep us busy.- We are going on some short trips along the beach with our kayak and on some bike tours through the mountains of Mani that are sometimes a little longer and sometimes very long. Once in a while, we go to Gythio, where the local life takes possession of us. There is hardly a trip to Ghythio during which we do not take a break in the Touristik – the biggest coffee shop with a view of the harbour.

For lunch, we have tomato salad and fruit. Once in a while, this gets supplemented by fresh egg fruits, fried with plenty of garlic and olive oil, or else with roasted garlic bread. And in the evening, there are so many taverns to choose from that it is really hard to decide where to have dinner.

The world is far removed from me. To be sure, I regularly load the Süddeutsche onto my cell-phone and follow the Haching live ticker. I also connect with all my chats. But that is about it. In other words: I am currently a little out of touch and focused on myself.

On the way from Ancona to Patria, I read the small book “Gratitude” by Oliver Sacks. It was handed over to me by Rolf after I had given the presentation at the “Lion’s Club Opera” in Munich. Rolf Hüttmann does many great things and, among other things, he holds the presidency of the club. He gave the year of his presidency the motto “consideration” and invited me to give a presentation on digital transformation.

I have only known Rolf for a few weeks. He is a very prudent and wise person, which means that, even given the few meetings we had so far, I could learn an awful lot from him. First he introduced the work of Oliver Sacks to me and then he wrote a wonderful dedication, telling me how much lies behind us to be grateful for and how much lies before us to potentially make that feeling even more profound.

It is only due to Rolf that I understand what a high degree of gratitude I feel and how happy this makes me.

RMD
(Translated by EG)

Blick vom Zelt nach Norden in Richtung Gythio.

Looking north from the tent in direction of Gythio.