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Roland Dürre
Friday January 10th, 2020

(Deutsch) Mein digitaler Alltag.

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Roland Dürre
Tuesday December 31st, 2019

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Roland Dürre
Thursday November 28th, 2019

(Deutsch) Klassentreffen.

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Roland Dürre
Tuesday October 15th, 2019

Melancholy in October .

In the warm country!

On Thursday, I went to the Sommerhausen Torturmtheater. It was the opening night of “All you Want” by  Mathieu Delaporte and Alexandre de la Patellière. It was a great night and we enjoyed it very much.

Afterwards, I had arranged to meet someone. He never showed. They tell me he fell sick and has to stay in bed.

On Friday, back in Neubiberg, I have a dinner appointment. It was cancelled. Due to sickness.

On Saturday, in the Neubiberg Cabaret “Platform Three“, my friend Lothar is acting as stage director because the professional who was supposed to do it has cancelled. He caught a cold.

On Sunday, I am scheduled to meet my daughter and her boyfriend. Her boyfriend is sick.

So now it has arrived – the evil autumn. And afterwards, the even more ruthless friend winter is waiting to take over. Against climate change.

And I know that, like every year, I, too, will be affected. I will catch cold and suffer from a sore throat more than once.

Why am I stupid enough to stay around? Allegedly, I have freedom to go where I want to go. Nobody forces me to stay. All I would have to do is buy a flight ticket – for instance to La Réunion. Where it is warm and I would still be staying in Europe, even in the EU. My flatrate would be valid and I could pay with Euros and enjoy life.

The French “savoir de vivre“ would really be to my liking. Since, through my taxes, I partly finance this French Paradize, I am actually even entitled to it. And I would not catch a cold. In exchange, my linguistic competence in French would retrieve its old splendour.

All I would have to do is board a flight and then stay in La Réunion for a few months. Until the sun returns to Europe. And then I could return to European Soil in a good mood in April after de-boarding a plane.

I am not going to do it because Barbara wishes to be in Munich for Christmas. With our children and grandchildren. There is no way she can be persuaded to miss it.

To be sure, I know some women who would be quite happy if their husbands were willing to spend the frosty part of their late life in warm climates with them. But those husbands would never come up with the idea.

But you cannot persuade my significant other to go abroad at Christmas. She prefers to suffer – as a just punishment – under my bad mood that was caused by a cold and a sore throat (and by the darkness and the poor weather). But she is quite willing to accept that. I have no chance. And thus, I stay at home.

Perhaps, instead of going to the airport, I should go and see a general practitioner? And maybe I should get a flu vaccination? Except that I do not really believe in such dubious methods.

I would wish to see a clean big data analysis that researches how many of those people who have been vaccinated actually catch the flu. And compare it to an analysis that finds out how many of those without a vaccination caught it. I have been looking for this kind of study intensely, but could not find it.

But probably, due to data security, such an honest study cannot even be considered. And if that is not a hindrance, then the producers of the vaccination material are opposed to it. They are more interested in the mercantile than in the medical results – and (at least so I heard), the former are quite good, thank you very much. I wonder if the same is true for the latter. Or are, perhaps, those results so bad that they would only minimize the sales?

I found a lot of online advertising for the vaccination. And they praised the fact that the new vaccine this year is against four instead of three (1) (1) pathogenes. What a gigantic progress! What a pity that the flu virus mutates with such speed and that there are so many variants.

Perhaps the flu vaccination is a little like the lottery: If, instead of processing three tables in summer, the enthusiastic lottery player will now process four tables in winter, his chances of hitting a jackpot are not really a lot better, are they? Well, those are sad ideas full of autumnal melancholy. Consequently, I am doing really poorly.

And then it gets even worse. Because I remember that the Golf Stream is weakening and might topple at any moment now. Is that good news or bad news? After all, it would mean that local winters get so uncomfortable that my dear wife will immediately be willing to migrate to La Réunion with me.

But then, this is not a hope of mine. Because if it comes to this, it will be too late. Everything at home would lie in ruins. My many wonderful Euros would not help me at all, nobody would be willing to take me in in a nice warm country. And I am not sure if I would wish to flee illegally. I would perhaps remain at home because I would prefer dying of the cold in Germany to drowning in the Mediterranean.

How bad. But now, instead of falling victim to a winter depression, I remain in my autumnal melancholy,

RMD
(Translated by EG)

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
Sunday May 26th, 2019

World-Weariness on a Sunday!

Today, we have European Elections. As I see it, this is a sad day. It is about time to think about how colossally we failed.

KYou played extremely poorly, and yet you won – even in chess, this rarely happens. In reality, it almost never happens.

In our times, we seem to suffer from a collective illness: we are permanently under stress and consequently, we cannot give even those things we consider important the time we would like to give them.

That is why my project PEACE failed and also why I do not really seem to make any headway with my soft and active mobility AKTMOBCMP.

As I perceive it, I and many of my friends are actually better off in this respect than many other people. More often than not, only scheduling problems are in our way. At least, we often manage to actually consciously give the right things priority.

As far as my projects are concerned, I am no longer the force I probably used to be. I call this old-age wisdom.

On May, 31st, I will disappear for more than three weeks because I am travelling to Russia and China. Consequently, you will not read a lot from me in the IF blog in June.

After my return, late in June/early in July, I will try and put a lot of energy into AktMobCmp. I would really like to see more people get enthusiastic about the topic.

On the other hand, I often believe that the project PEACE is probably more important than active mobility in everyday life. Incidentally, the latter is a sub-topic of the former, anyway. After all, soft mobility is also part of PEACE if you think in terms of war on the streets and war against nature. And when no cars are left, then it will be about pacifying those who ride their bikes 🙂 (and then those who walk ).

Apart from this, I am mainly sad about what currently happens in this world. Especially because it is a consequence of how my generation failed. When I was a high-school student more than fifty years ago, we already knew about it. We discussed exactly what we are discussing today and what we see happening today. We knew what the consequence would be. Regardless of several nice approaches, we followed the human virtues (?) “protection of acquired possessions” and “becoming rich without having to work hard” as a matter of course. And this is how we generated the catastrophe we are facing today.
Especially in Germany, we had the chance to create a better world after WW-II. What I mean is the creation of a social construct for a sustainable society without armament and military forces and in shared responsibility for life as such. Based on a reasonable education for all.

We probably had the chance to build a beautiful Europe of regions in courage and joy and thus replace the nations.

We did the opposite. Germany in particular divided Europe and thus destroyed it. Brown coal mining is a good metaphor. The European capitalism – pushed by the Euro – destroyed the country in the same way as the huge caterpillars destroyed the soil.

The internet was our second huge chance. Now we destroy it as well.
Naturally, the responsibility for this downwards spiral was our social and political system and mainly the oligarchy of our bourgeois parties. They will now get what they had coming. But even their downfall is far from guaranteed.

However, the destruction of the world is something we all managed together. Greed brought us here and we followed the liars and hypocrites all too happily.

Perfect manipulation for each and every car: 
Title pages Hobby 1957 – 1965 (the magazine for German young engineers).

Another metaphor for what went completely wrong during the last fifty years is the car. It became a symbol for “movement without effort” and for a totally misinterpreted freedom. For most of us, the car was the golden lamb we danced around.

This is how we implemented a “church of reason” the basic principle of which was consumerism as a religion and growth as its mantra. We replaced old superstition by new superstition. Only the feudalism remains the same. And the destruction of the world is maintained and justified by some kind of feudalism for all.

We now slowly realize that we are paying the price. Some ignore it, others flee into the land of dreams and get over-enthusiastic about #newwork“, #agile and democratic enterprises. Yet, all of us are just standing there as the rabbit before the snake when we see the multi-dimensional destruction of the planet.

The extreme increase in carbon dioxide and the destruction of the climate caused by it destroy everything – which would already be more than enough. We know what should be done, yet we do not do it. We do not have the courage to initiate the “huge transformation”.

But I do not wish to spoil your Sunday with my miserable contemplations. I wish you all that is nice and good and beautiful. Lots of sun, courage and joy! Hope is the last thing that dies.

Thank you for your friendship!

RMD
(Translated by EG)

Roland Dürre
Tuesday February 5th, 2019

The Future and Gambling.

Is there anyone who does not like bets? Especially if you are really an expert? As most German men are when it comes to soccer?

For me, the future has always held a special fascination. One of my early dream jobs, along with film producer, was futurologist. Later, I became a programmer and IT entrepreneur. My specialty was digitalization – which means I tried to predict its future. Mostly, my predictions were wrong, because the technological development was faster than I had expected. The only exception were the flat-screens. I was wrong about them, too. It took a lot longer than I had predicted for the flat-screen to replace the CRT monitor.

Occasionally I also tried to predict the future outside the field of IT. There is a nice story about this. It was a bet where I won a box of champagne – which I never received. Regardless of the fact that they say betting debts are honorary debts.

Here is the story.

This is the year 1993. The Focus just appeared for the first time. It is said to be an alternative for Spiegel readers, the German news magazine created and sold by Hubert Burda Media.

April 1961 – when the news magazine actually still was a news magazine.

One of my highly appreciated employees – let us call him A. – bought an early edition of the news magazine FOCUS and read it on his way home from a customer. He showed me the magazine because he found it an outrage. He was quite appalled by the superficiality and partiality of the magazine.

A. believed that the project FOCUS will have to fail and that the magazine would quickly disappear from the market.

Spontaneously, I tended towards agreeing with A. To me, the sorry effort also looked atrocious. I agreed with A: The FOCUS is too colourful, to garish and too simple. It is superficial and primitive.

But then – is that not what our society has come to? And the future? Consequently, I contradicted A. We had a dispute and eventually we made a bet. The bet was formulated and the loser has to pay a box of champagne.


A. and Roland betting. Roland assumes that the FOCUS will be a success and that the magazine will still exist ten years from now. Andreas bets that the FOCUS will have disappeared before ten years are over.
The loser has to give the winner a box of champagne.


I make an entry in my diary and wait. Ten years later (2003), I stand as the winner. However, I do not get the champagne. A. ignores my demand.


Today (2019), after more than 25 years, they still both exist: the Spiegel and the FOCUS. Here are the current edition sales numbers (the Spiegel is still the winner).

Spiegel:
The number of sold copies is 712,268, which is a minus of 32.6 per cent since 1998. 
Focus:
The number of sold copies is 413,276, which is a minus of 47.2 per cent since 1998.


I do not know which of the two is the winner in online readers. It is no surprise that the hard paper copies get fewer. It seems that this is true for almost all newspapers and magazines (with the exception of very few, such as the brand eins). The number of copies printed (sold copies) and the advertisements therein (in T€) is on the decline.

As I see it, the Spiegel has moved towards the FOCUS. That is not an encouraging conclusion with respect to the quality of journalism in the one-time news magazine. The same is true for the fact that the best stories are those that have been made up.

RMD
(Translated by EG)

Roland Dürre
Wednesday January 23rd, 2019

Emphaty, Respect, Appreciation, Fondness, … Love!?

I did it?! The nicest mountain pass I ever rode up.

I read (think and write) a lot about leadership topics. And I think we have come a long way. And I notice something that is a surprise even to me:

It was a fantastically long way we went from fiefdom until we arrived at the current concept of #newwork. We managed this in just a little more than a hundred years. That is exceptional, even if the path was at times a bloody one!

It is a good example for a utopian idea becoming reality.

However, all the things we dream of and we can read in all the great blogs on #newwork are not restricted to leadership. No! They are generally valid as a concept for how we treat other people.

It does not matter if we are talking a relationship, a family or some other kind of social system that unites people for a certain time. It is our life!

What I want to say is that the philosophy on which our life is based should be exactly the same as   what we call leadership philosophy. There is no difference. Both in the family and in the enterprise, I am dealing with people.

So we have now come to the general agreement that the guidelines in life should be empathy, joy, respect, appreciation, fondness, courage, optimism and love. And not chilliness, frustration, arrogance, non-appreciation, hatred, fear, reservations and hatred.

Also, I have come to the conclusion that this philosophy of life and leadership should not be restricted to human interactions. No, we also need to meet social systems with empathy, respect, appreciation – and we need to move therein with courage and love. And it is also true for how we treat our environment and all of nature with all its creatures!

If I want to live sustainable, then I also have to love myself and EVERYTHING else. That means all other people, nature and the entire world.

Otherwise all we have is infatuation. That is also a nice feeling, but it never lasts long.

RMD
(Translated by EG)

Roland Dürre
Monday January 14th, 2019

It is Nice to be Sick!

Once in a while, I re-read my own IF Blog stories. After all, one of the reasons why I write IF Blog is because I write for myself. So I read the story of my childhood a short time ago:

How I lost my tonsils (Wie ich meine Mandeln verloren habe).

And then I noticed that, basically, I had related everything just as I remembered it. But there is one important point where I fell a little short of the truth by not telling the entire truth. Today, you will read the entire truth.


 

The beginning of four sad years in primary school (“Volksschule”).

My parents had decided that, with my start at grammar school, a medical treatment – the removal of my tonsils – was to improve my poor health. After all, during primary school, I really was very often sick.

And I liked being sick. In fact, I literally sought sickness, i.e. common colds and chills. The reasons for this are easy to understand.

I hated the school at the Wittelsbacher Park.

There were several reasons for this hatred.

In the normal subjects, such as German and Mathematics, I was bored. Boredom is quite a cruel thing.

Also, our teacher liked to beat his pupils (also as a prophylactic method). Once in a while, everyone was given beatings onto their fingers with the black square timber. For no reason. He simply wanted to get the message across what we had expect if we misbehaved. At least that was his explanation – in a way, this was even more cruel than the boredom.

Today, I would say that our teacher was simply a sick sadist. In musical education, he made me very much aware of my incompetence and in physical education, he ordered me around like a dog. It was total oppression – just like in the army.

The way there was a real torture.

The worst was religious instructions. The priest presented a God whom I experienced as an evil creature who tormented his own son in the most unimaginable way.

In summer, I enjoyed the way to school through the Augsburg Wittelsbacher Park. In winter, not even this was any fun.

Even halfway to school, the shoes were wet from all the snow and ice and the feet – as well as the hands – were icy cold.

And when I went home at noon, the shoes were still wet – which was mostly also true for the next morning. Since, however, they were the only winter boots I had, I had to wear them every morning on my way to school.

In winter, there was no motivation for me to remain healthy. After all, the soccer ground where, in summer, we met every day to play soccer, was snowy and slushy – and always empty. Nor did anyone play dodgeball on the court. Some way or other, there were not many reasons to leave the house.

On the other hand, the hill near the Rosenaustadion was much loved. However, to me, tobogganing and skiing looked quite irrational. You went down the hill just to pull the thing up again. Sisyphos work has never been my preference.

So I had no reason to remain healthy. On the other hand, it was nice to be sick.

After all, whenever I was sick, I did not have to go to school. I was allowed to stay in bed and read my books. My mother mollycoddled me. She always asked me what I wanted for lunch. And I often got delicacies such as Wiener Würste, which otherwise were a rarity in our household.

And in the afternoon, I was given a marzipan potatoe from the Dichtl bakery. At the time, that was still a very small bakery in the Rosenaustrasse. Today, the Dichtl is some sort of bakery concern with numerous outlets in Augsburg. The marzipan potatoe still tastes unique.

There were other reasons that made sickness a nice thing. Even my sister, who was five years younger, treated my nicely because she felt pity for her sick big brother.

My small sister and yours truly eating sandwiches in front of the laundry door of our house in the Rosenaustrasse 18 in summer. In summer, I was hardly ever sick.

My small sister and yours truly eating sandwiches in front of the laundry door of our house in the Rosenaustrasse 18 in summer. In summer, I was hardly ever sick.

Even my father was very nice and friendly when he visited me at my sickbed in the evenings after his railway day. And he asked how I was doing and comforted me.

So as you see, it was nice to be sick because everybody treated me so well – so I enjoyed and promoted it during the bleak winter days. It worked quite well.

Early in the summer of 1960, the day of my operation neared. I was wondering if I should maybe tell the truth about how my poor health had been very much promoted and even faked by myself. Just to avoid the operation.

But then I did not tell. Above all, I saw that telling the truth would not have helped. Because even then, plans that had been made were executed in all their brutality. Even if they were very stupid plans. Just like today …


The consequences of the operation were the opposite of nice. Ever since 1960, I have a throat-ache every winter. Regardless, I was seldom sick after that year. There were no longer any advantages to being sick. Grammar school was not quite as cruel as primary school had been.

And by the time I worked, I went to the office in winter regardless of the “then normal“ throat aches and terrible colds. After all, there were always people and tasks waiting for me. At least, that is how I perceived it.

RMD
(Translated by EG)