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puzzles or media landscape in search of lost time - postscript

Radio Maryja has only one big "disadvantage", which will surely never be improved: there is a "weekly general ".
(Jozef Michalik, naszdziennik.pl, 17.12.2010, nach zitiert http://pl.wikiquote.org/)

and as such could be said about TIME?

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in search of lost

koennte man es nennen anwandlungen. gelegentlich anwandlungen hat man oder von Heimweh intellektuellen gebrauchsguetern Sehnsucht nach, die man gerne von einem in ein anderes Land exportiert haette, ohne but that anyone that is willing to comply with request. such an intellectual is commodity, the time
already in the German magazine market, the time stands by a completely unwieldy format and others point out oddities, including that it only appears once a week, issue quotes, writes about nobody else, and more expensive than is a mirror. In return you can only heat up with the job of the time, two days on the stove.
such an intellectual commodity is in the Polish press market does not exist. While there, mind you, there are also a time, not simply the time, but even the highest time, with exclamation mark, a self-proclaimed liberal-conservative weekly, which makes only occasionally by his titelblaetter attention. but otherwise you look in a flood of red, white and black hochglanzumschlaege long time in vain.
but the world is big and salvation lurks over all, and such a one day falls of Tygodnik Powszechny in your hands. Tygodnik Powszechny the highlights is an exceptional, because cumbersome format, rest of them from Polish weekly magazines, as well as the fact that he mentioned topics that no one else writes. one could call it absurd to weather the Polish or Polish-kitchen fużon devote a cover story. But on closer examination it is very nice. the Tygodnik Powszechny comes from a good and traditional house and is neither liberal nor conservative, but for Catholics. this may seem dubious, but there is at this answer can not look at any reason. the faith part, make up the week for week the inside pages of the book, you can not ueberblaettern for it. and finally writes the time of late persistent on "Faith and doubt."

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TIME on your family, or we're all post-communists II

Domy stoja tam gdzie, ZOMO
gazeta stołeczna the headline on the future construction of affordable housing in a suburb of Warsaw.

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tongue where his life or ułatwij

maennerbesuch. earlier this had been disreputable. either the parents had been against it, or a miesgraemige landlady or even the relentless rules of the house of a student's home four-bed rooms louder. Today it was different. anything that came were still in the way of its own postmodern definitionsekel, at each corner of the drawers and labels sensed that he sought to avoid at all costs. home was found for chosen such problems include, the less foreign. memorable question mark there seemed unknown.

maennerbesuch so. in a small two-room apartment neubaugemaess hellhoerigen. not necessarily objectionable, but not nice. followed by lengthy explanations of the visiting veiled, who came there. ah, Twój chlopak! said the roommate agree with crystal-clear and moved out over the weekend. strassenkuenstler of the marketplace, which we a few coins in the hat cast and borrowed a lighter asked to agree, as clear as daylight: a Twój maz pracuje w Niemczech? - What I owszem with as sun-clear voice could confirm.

maennerbesuch so no, but: Twój chlopak. Twój Maz. What a career was under way in one weekend, and without any register office. could be so easy living.

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hop, Citizen! or post-communists, we are all in good company

I waited at the elevator, the older woman got in, but the dog did not want to her feet so well. no wsiadaj, obywatelu! said the woman, and let the dog finally condescend. pies czy naprawdę ma na imie Obywatel? I asked. never on ma na imie plater, said the woman, yes nazywam tylko go Obywatel. The dog looked at me, and I asked if he knew that Obywatel in communist Poland was the styling was for all the styling towarzysz not earned, but as the elevator stopped on the fourth floor.

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but the Crusaders were far from alone. the cross-roads after they were little, we now went back and forth through the city in which there anyway haywire and was cruising. It was once again a land crossing with it.

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continued relevance of the absurd or the word of the cross

has town each have their places, the landmarks such as the mental maps marking their inhabitants, places where people meet, places, familiar to all, even without ever having been there: everyone knows and refers Memorial Church, Dussmann, TV tower and world clock. and Warsaw has its places - you meet for example in front of the palace (as long as it was demolished not by nationally minded revenge-seekers - and you should arrange in advance on which side), before the pko-rotunda (as long as it is still not replaced by another skyscraper mirror-paneled was) or on the palm (if someone finds that applies even in the next year the money for your entertainment). at last there was also a fourth possibility: they met on the cross. the cross stood on the Krakowskie Przedmieście outside the presidential palace, grave wax candles in the middle of the remains of millions and millions that slowly seeped into the joints of the pavement. that was crossing from wood and is completely innocent, is the state in a Christian a cross as an expression of mourning an obvious symbol, and it was indeed the state in mourning after his proposal to a head and had a part in his losing elite - or at least the Polish society was in a state of shock, which was just referred to the constitution as a national mourning. that was crossing was built shortly after the disaster in April of the scouts who were keeping guard outside the presidential palace and the thousands upon thousands of people attended, which is assembled at this place to express their feelings. Gradually, the crowds, the candles and the Pathfinder, but the cross remained. It was white with red bands decorated, and always put someone from candles or flowers at its base. during the summer became the first crossing of the journalists, then the politicians and finally the denkmalschutzbehoerde and the state legal theorists in the view. one could also say it was them an ever-sharper thorn in the eye. a religious symbols in public places an ideologically neutral state? induce changes in the border monument historic old town, for which no permit existed? the weeks could hear their voices more and more that to end the state of emergency and a work of the Cross pleaded. politicians met with Scouts and bishops to seek a decent and acceptable solution. these processes now called a whole Another group of actors on the plan: the defenders of the cross. It was not entirely inaccurate to say that many of them were a bit older already, baskenmuetzen from mohair contributed and heard in their leisure Radio Maryja.
Civil War of the Polish-Poland, which had been previously conducted mainly with headlines and editorials, was now on the road. a first attempt to give the cross home in the nearby St. Anne's Church a worthy and to finally figure out the goddamn public space, failed spectacularly, with a couple together beaten protesters booed and priests without result. the cross remained where it was, and became among the hottest places in the city to place to be: here was always something going on here, there was always something to see, here you had to have been there. his visit is proudly presented another, very typical Polish tourist attraction. one was randomly in the area, looking for all cases we're up to. if you were lucky, was just watching TV that there was a priest one from fair, built a few left activists a cross made of empty beer cans of the brand "lech" or supporters and opponents of a Catholic-verschwoerungstheoretischen culture of memory provided in heated verbal exchanges. often demonstrated opponents and defenders of the Cross at the same time, they demanded either Kaczynski monuments or fountains and held signs in the air, where either "wake poland!" or "crusaders away with!" stood. It was one of the vanities and absurdities, a macabre carnival show run on a warm summer evening.
on 16 september the whole thing was finally over. In a second experiment, this time in spite of all protests with the successful crossing was removed from his place. The news spread around the world: even as TV news reports about it.

what remained in memory, was another absurdity: 600 years after grunwald had the word "crusader" suddenly a completely different meaning than before.

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autumn journey at dawn - to the east

pull the door behind him like the lid of a suitcase, in which one of the wegschliesst sleep and not think goodbye and never see again not to, and not stair-step yield between two of the pulse, the turn key in the lock and pull off and over the shoulder throw back as the coin in the fountain, heads or tails , and so himself every opportunity to obstruct the return - but the lame comparison. .. any lags comparable to such a future, because one could imagine actually, we would be alone on earth, in a city that is not only asleep, but plundered and depopulated overnight, one could convince themselves indeed, it is moving, slowly, noiseless, cat-like paws on , through the fantastic world of a country scenery, the Berlin only by chance and looks so much like mesmerized and enchanted ...
, and then the frozen brick in chivalry of all these disgusting neo-Gothic churches calm darkness of the remains, no emperor more for Germany and never again perfect weather, though the never-ending fronts of stay Tempelhof airport holding back in the shadows, so that the eagle wall plug to the their origin is not revealed, and the town highway is actually so gray and empty as in the photographs, which earlier on fab ran after midnight, loops, bridges forever same curve entry and exit signs laermschutzwaende and again the speedometer with the needle to eighty, to eighty, my god, what were the times for - you have to ask ourselves again whether berlin really the Promised Land is the will of paradise on earth, and the forward music with trumpets and drums, or only the underdog, that pariah among German with large cities funds at the labor full and empty, and each volume lebensentwuerfe, when I am big I , which will always remain exposé and scenario, the capital of the impostor, free market and free love, and what they just all Friday night to preach in one, if no one listens - you're crazy, my child, you need to berlin .. . and all that then remains is a suitcase in one store room behind the hall, a suitcase on a block-like legs.
then one can draw the jacket tighter around the shoulders, as the imagination as a child, one could in a cloak, a cocoon-Hull quiet out and carry with them by the ordinary of a world-winter evening, it seems that even now an invisible cocoon sink down from night drunken dream lost majority on neck and spine when, after an overnight rainstorm, the track groove in the street lamps light so treacherously Seduces shine like all too familiar, too well-worn tracks, which you can follow, however, blind and blindly, without a single thought of the absent-minded certainties of earlier that pass by and by all so young, we get no longer together , mirage to mirage, what was and what could have been, and it gets caught in them, in all these questions unanswerable, all these little unnoticed choices, it's like that and that the way it is where would have really all be very different, since remains little more than a shrug, but once again it is a lost cause and knows, this "what if" one's whole trip will be sitting in the neck ...
and if seen then the horizon finally a late winter sun and is beyond question is that has now become day and no protective night takes forever, and how the guillotine a verdict of falls thoughts in mind that you travel only if one has a goal and achieve this goal inevitably has to travel, even after this, and when in the first lying red-hot sun-shine the oderbruecke undoubtedly the exceeded limit displays, and then when the bahnhofsgebaeude of Kunowice in the view occurs, this touching symbol of the socialist mission in the province: to our village are nice , and if not it nice, so least advanced, modern, at least concrete design a touch of modern, in that which a superficial impression combines avant-garde with the tangible requirements of industrial mass production, but these are at least able to, only remained neither avant garde nor progress nor industry get here, get off here and stay and bridge the break in the advance fort, continued and no looking back, all the bridges tear behind and only an abandoned bahnhofsgebaeude on a dead track at stopped clock on the outskirts of the province discs, transparent behind untrimmed, transparent up to sky and clouds and horizon, get out here then, and finally, finally the to do what you always dreaming and what one does not: arrive. live his

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autumn sunrise at dawn - to the west

once in the hands of another place, of any, first-best, running up, be it in the hands of the taxi driver, as ordered waiting by the roadside, while one leaned back, with eighty by the city and the red traffic light travels, eventually he will know what he does, he also traffic lights at the next like unnoticed the clock to radio music on the steering wheel, knock perhaps softly whistling, so that one is almost tempted to ask, and with the family all right, so it lends itself to - pay and why not a low- and a tip for the fact that welfare is again the supervision of and reliability of forgotten person of their own on the road quite simply, can and in this way still headless over the base plate and can stair at the train station to sneak this over-sized waiting room, this space, this peculiar arrive sluice between and leave - after you behave and the faceless, unknown engine drivers compared to otherwise, the security of its fixed gets its correct share paid, according to official principles and courses be-charged and prices for the ticket, just without a tip, but for practical reasons alone. , and then starts moving the train and the locomotive its warning whistle lonely and lost by sending the morning mist like a fog horn on an unknown storm-tossed coast, rejects it again signaling pensively back and only touches on the building of schaltknoepfen barriers and thinks like a dream about it after that, for those nameless people in danger this longingly lost the final whistle loudly would be from this world, he takes into that nameless beyond, like an obituary unheard - but my concern is not the be my fault is not it have been ...
but who should be on such a morning on the tracks when the world seems so new and spotless as the day and everything is so unquestionably perfect as God would have created only in passing and the people here do not realize - how easy it is , anzuhaengen on such a morning the illusion that one can seek the sun, traveling with the time, stop time or can even behind in order to stay longer and longer in this strange morning hour at which the next day or so reassuring far and innocent acts, a day like all the life that you have yet to come, and of a nameless suburb advertising signs between low cheap houses, muddy driveways and rusty fenced meadow seems completed as God-given as the light of early morning sun with their incomparable reds that have a negative cloud-nebelbaenken in the past and break, so does prefab complex on even one socialist with traces of a run-down time as a shining model city by le corbusier and each church as the Sagrada Familia on the Mediterranean, as if this is not just a dirty flat land under a sky full of clouds smeared. and to think even the homeless would not be the wretched of the earth, but the elect, and the world would have to lie to their feet more than those long-established, native, rooted, to eke out their living between tellerraendern eye height, garden fence between horizons of neighbor's garage door and the metro line and the last stop. the traveler does not know the world, he knows that between worlds and its Promising aura, this light still lying on them and to recognize distant only from is where all the obligations of the interpersonal are formulas in a friendly restricted to be learned from well-meaning, benevolent Automation is thoughtless of himself, so that his feelings for once and keep exclusively for themselves can.

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passenger / passenger,

I (and book)
but they know already that they are sitting pretty funny? "Asked the guard as he checked tickets and reservations. of course, had the conductor right, but if you forced me to my ride in a loud windy grossarumabteil with plenty of leg room and view folding seats on two spending, while next to me, a Russian with long hair and leather jacket was sitting in a turquoise book sat, the Cyrillic title decipher I could not ? I am from Germany, I would have liked to say, as one looks rather out of his seats themselves. Yes, I would say only, but I have a reservation, I prefer not to just get back. The conductor shrugged his shoulders and closed the door of the compartment.

II (the salesman)
Warsaw shortly after passed the catering venture. the man opposite me was trying with a mix of German and English to a coffee . Bestellen I translated "coffee", "small" and "gross", "EUR" and "one fifty" into Polish and back. do they maybe a coffee? asked the man. I politely declined and took my hand back to the newspaper. Do you live a long time in Germany, shortly after the man asked, resting my hopes on not fulfilled, but once again the expectation that men, preferably sooner than later, and always completely unsolicited by you to change it. but as always I found a simple "yes" not one. I live a long time in Poland, so I said. you see not look like a Polish woman said the man. I have seen on the same face. He spoke with an accent any Arabic, but I did not tell him, he do not look like a German. what are you doing? asked the man. I study history, I said so. business? asked the man. history, I repeated. and? interesting? asked the man. I just nodded. I have never managed to learn this language, the man spoke again. I always need an interpreter. I do business, you know, in Poland. I have three days and three nights not sleeping. said the interpreter, perhaps you can, working three days without sleep, but I can not. I hoped very much, he would not ask me whether I could interpret. Do you know what the difference between diamonds and is brilliant? he asked instead. some are crude, the other ground, I said. I would rather not know what were the for business.
viva germania! cried the man as the train station in frankfurt or imports. alleluia!, I thought, as he got off at Ostbahnhof.

III (the provincial)
was rarely the train so empty. there were only two, as it was finally obvious about remarque and franzen start a conversation, so that at the end of the trip was not one of the two novels are read. in between turned out that begins at the Ruhr eat, but that parts of the city already belongs to the Rhineland and there is a very nice cultural program, which manifests itself, inter alia in the fact that Cologne is just around the corner. It almost sounded as if West Germany sometimes quite bearable and even comfortable, just why did it anyway at some point all to berlin, I still do not understand.
in Frankfurt and joined an older man, he was expected, mustache, and schiebermuetze jacket and tucked next to an aldi bag a briefcase on the format of a frightening rate gepaeckanlage. in the Aldi bag a family pack was housed ariel color, the briefcase took the man ham a family pack, but neither one bottle of two oettinger even the cheap wine brand with the so removed names to the french reminding that it is only the house brand of a Lower level could act discounters. limit after which he pulled the phone from his pocket and said, in a rarely heard, oddly elongated into dialect, his was opposite but apparently not very talkative, so put the man the phone back in the bag, ate carefully, a disk-ham after another from the family pack, which apparently travel provisions and constituted dinner in a , and flipped in a angelentlich lidl leaflet, he had also taken his briefcase and apparently also came from Germany. now and then went out by the gang on a very blonde woman who stiefelabsaetzen her a bit advanced age, with height, short skirts and low-laminated board. the gaze of the man followed her from always the first to the last moment and hung Connect a little lost in thought as in the air before it to be cooked ham and lidl Prospectus returned.
took three hours drive to the man once again the phone from the pocket, but be invisible to was not in the meantime become talkative. "I'm sorry if I disturb you, but here in the departments are only German, I can talk to anybody," he said into the phone. in Kutno he got out, not without the briefcase before but still one of the two oettinger bottles just in Kutno, this so-proverbial ideal image of the Polish province, and we were more than surprised to see are also those blonde woman in Kutno station platform on the that the look of our traveling drawn so constantly to be had. this gave Inter the occasion did speculate - but how justified was the assumption that Kutno drive train station berlin nutten would provide training, while the Kutno husbands against their home-clad women with puffbesuche waschmittelhamsterkaeufen in Germany. darling, that's ariel all ... - The province seems an eternal riddle.

IV (return)
the man who came compartment in my, was not very young, as they say, he was overweight, he was wearing tshirt a gray, gray socks jogging pants, gray, almost gray hair, perhaps, thought he saw only because of the clothing from the vagueness of form and colorless. he smelled a bit like a guinea pig, whose cage a few days late been cleaned. with the German conductor, he said, a very ordinary English, from the wars-lady he wanted to know the currency in which one could pay in-vehicle-restaurant - zloty and euro, was the answer, but he had only dollar. anyway, he found the prices overpriced cutthroat, he spent the whole trip in the compartment. as the train pulled away, he asked me, as the stations were called in berlin, how often and how long the train stopped on the road would be whether border controls, whether we need poland now only an identity card, yes, and like the earlier but have been to the border control was ... He gave me no time to nod, he asked: how came from Warsaw to Kielce, whom one had to ask because if I have lived in Germany lived if I studied there, how to cope in warsaw way would and whether more labor to perform them - but of course, it was like anywhere else, either they found work or not, because everyone was to blame - and whether in Warsaw so many cars and would be so much congestion. - He just came back from Canada, he says, and who knows, I thought, how many years he spent there, he was actually a bit like from another star. Europe it must have been very strange. Finally, he lay down to sleep after 24 hours of travel. whether he snores, he asked me in between, which he was sorry. I smiled kindly and listened to the rest of the trip music.

V (the foreigners)
both spoke English with accent, but each with its own, even though it means always the case in Spain, it would easy to learn the Polish language, the pronunciation would be actually very similar. It looked like a summer love, which inevitably, however, confident that provides bewaehrungsprobe of the first round, she came after four months back, he drove the first time in history that land in this, and you could only find that they are no better season as the search could've november, who was known for a half in suspended gray sky, rain and snow. but the train was heated and lit and downright homey, and the dining car finally dispelled all doubt: "a lot of vodka, a lot of beer - I'm going to like this country, "sagt der Spanier ueberzeugend, und seine Freundin laechelte Dazu, und dann aus stiegen August.

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Daily wisdom or a word from my portierników

(a few minutes after eight o'clock, in the corridor before the mailboxes)
- good evening!
- oh, good evening, Mrs. ! and how was your day?
- well, as always, at work ... au sir?
- ah, well good. day just passed. and now begins the evening!

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entourage or something you word of buying light bulbs poland

puenktlich einbruch zu der mit einem daemmerung brannte kleinen "plopp" gluehbirne der die durch leselampe. kuechenschrank gab noch der sorgfaeltig gehuetete faltschachtelverpackungen her, aber keine frische leselampe. mitbewohnerin die zuckte hilflos the shoulder: where to get and do not steal? It was the transition to the shops around the corner and at seven in the evening clock little chance of success. around the clock in the open mini-europe there were garbage bags, scented candles, grave lights and cleaning paste for marble stone, but not a single bulb. in emil opposite the church, there were light bulbs, but they were too big. the friendly kramladenbesitzer raised shoulders apologetically and recommended the budget shop next to the chemical cleaning, which was closed for a half hour. The customer with the overweight dachshund cradled his head slowly, and advised: "trzeba wykręcić kłatce na!" the salesman nodded in agreement. I thanked him and wished a pleasant evening. so that went with the light bulb that had to buy it from anywhere now understandable reasons.

(last shop around the corner then found himself but a proper bulb. Only the reading light was from ikea made manifest not for 60 watt. Midnight shortly after burned by the molten form, so it was dark and all lights to an end.)

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Venice East, or all my bridges II

junta would no one on the idea, this city, compared with Venice. too far from the sea was too low for the frequently foggy sky and no light of a lagoon. the boats that were seen on the Vistula, were the spielzeugschiffchen the water police or properly moored, and the stately heavy coal tractor moved to other waterways in the direction of German power plants. on the terraced banks of the Vistula concrete crumbled, the socialist and was here or there on a stainless steel mesh-free, through the moment in the inattentive feet stumbled. however, steadfastly focused on the bridges one by one at their place, as if they were the last guardians of a bygone order, the aristocracy was described by architectural inadequate. lazily lay piers the most Lazienkowski on their low and rose barely above the horizon, to speak up without complaint and without a she wore day after day never-ending streams of trucks cars buses from one bank to another, as they would have been other things never intended. well sometimes they threw in the corner of his eye a look at the two high pillars, that joint efforts carried the most Siekierkowski, but mostly they looked past it. stinky withdrew, however, the most Poniatowskiego miles long by Powiśle until they finally reached the river, they crossed effortlessly and almost silently, and only the broken tip of the burg crenellated border on one of the mighty pfeilertuerme, follow the well-aimed lightning one was ungracious weather god, to provide information about it, that this bridge is not against any problems arising from their historical relevance was immune. moved under its sweeping turns, a fringed deepest, Labyrinth of stairs along with ancient faded ariadne threads, in the dim light yellow lanterns that fell to earth as rain water in the inner an ancient stropfsteinhoehle. sunrises behind the last, which seemed like all the others to lead nowhere, began the centrum handlowe arctic, which invariably adhered to the impressive, closed and managed to be, and indeed after a few hundred meters above went to the inscrutable singular betontraegerkonstruktion an eternally unfinished investment ruin . there were to many a late Friday night groups of young people, and when they had all long-lost long ago clichés written on the flag, stand at her feet, unnoticed, but unmistakably, a ghetto blaster or two. near the intersection, bus stop at, only old people always waited. who had told the child, under a bridge standing, went about the moment in the A train, it would have a wish? under the most średnicowy never had to wait until the next train to hear or see was each alluring promise of a far-distant goal singing. always remained unanswered question is whether the direction of travel to Moscow or Paris would be promising for the particular request, but went only to the most destinations safely radom or kielce, or Otwock Płock. with a raised sword and shield, so it seemed the most guarded the Syrena Nadwiślańska Świętokrzyski, their pitch bent on one side of the viewer, the center panorama Sun! He has offered favorable and him on the other relentlessly self between left unmarked intersections and fenced uferauen wildwuchs full. on the northern facade of the most Slasko-Dąbrowski was the memorial for the AK is always decorated with flower arrangements, flowers and slow under the grinding of the trams, the cars disappeared into the tunnel under the castle, and might still think of communism, when trasa of the wschód-zachód the talk or was he bought a bakery in the next wuzetka? behind the most Slasko-Dąbrowski unexpectedly widened the view to meet only at some distance to the Most Gdanski, the naeherkommen only in the visible as two and even three parts and the steel structure was always in the sunshine the promising light and outstanding architectural photography shadow on the windows of the trams threw. sometimes emerged unexpectedly eindruckheischend a bride and groom in the wedding state of tram and posed in front of the postcard view of old city and skyline. was rarely seen on the wedding photos a bridge.

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Venice East, or all my bridges I

perhaps there are the bridges, the city give her a face. I've never lived in a city without a river, never in a city without bridges. castles in the proud and bold and the eternally gray zeiss-tower, the dirty black saale contributed fruehjaehrlichen flood sometimes strange flotsam with it, the white beaches remained a maerchenlied, and an eternal heavenly train station construction site. unerinnerliche the innumerable bridges over the Spree and Havel capitals and channels persistently defied the good intent of the immigrants to put on one by one's own foot - there were many, but hardly one of them was in sense of the word 'spectacular', they were an everyday commodity, and only those who take on their green arrow Deten Brandenburg sand finally on literary paper, were particularly memorable. Athens spree, yes, but because of Schinkel and not because of the rivers. small town in the east of the border river was hardly worth mentioning, but a river, and would have long-established pedestrian bridge instead of a united Europe would rather have had a new swimming pool, so did the entenfuettern the summer no demolition. the century old railway viaduct ran over a raised wooded talabbruch on the outskirts of the city, and the uplifting outlook had its effect even less on the single observer in an empty train, which he was suddenly in front of eyes. city as in any Polish had to or pass under a basic wood-bridge, before and after they branched out into many channels, since poor nebenstroeme, on whose banks that created islands alibi, in which the police the night parkbank residents beer cans with her in peace left. to name a truly majestaetisch was or where they border a few hundred miles further north-west towards the river and met with its huge arch spans town bridge is the only therapeutic promise in a hopeless was. the big sister or that ran Vistula, on their way from south to north to the Baltic Sea as a large heavy iron band midst capital by, brueckenboegen multicolored like stitches on a haekelnadel lining up, nine in number, as it would have no biblical number must also be place on this.

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ikarus my sunshine



who had come up with this idea? and who had let go? in other words: who had been standing behind it? and what price was paid at the end for it? in spite of all considerations, it was incomprehensible how - not, for God's sake - but: how in the world to all the you could designate a bus so a Hungarian bus also of the whole, real and literalness entire eastern block of Schwerin to Vladivostok, from Bucharest to gdansk and even go to Cuba would - this was the proverbial melancholy of Hungary, the Krzysztof Varga described, sang and admired in his books, did not occur in which the coach, however?

It all fits together not: the eternal indestructible ikarus-buses, which are more and more become a symbol of the Soviet bloc and of the failure of socialism, after they have survived these two: it was the project a high-flying, and it's failed, along it must have been flying high, a bus after that mythological figure to designate who fail the after high flight embodies more than any other, so that at least the question could arise whether not that a rebuke would have been more for the other, and to give socialism still would, would have the bus only daedalus or ariadne or Hercules called - and if they were not names may even have been more appropriate, even Sisyphus would have done, Sisyphus, more than any other - - and the irony was the story only that which had ikarus buses socialism now has been going on for twenty years and implied a further million driven miles on their engines roaring their accumulated stossdaemfern baggy and their fateful name carried through the streets of Eastern Bloc, over the eternal concrete slabs and prefabricated housing through the endless endless horizon to horizon ... and not stabbed comfort, but out of character every other contemporary bus, all one's and all solaris, who used futuristic sometimes going up in flames for no reason, as it seemed - so you spaetsommermorgen but on a sunny almost could be a little sentimental, because a sunny spaetsommermorgen so damn appear seductive promise in a time, moved into the long casts and the high flying in vast remote seem to be the year in a spaetsommermorgen the 70's, as the orange back light after all, exactly the same and not significantly less bright and full of promise, was as palpable nah zu sein gewesen Schienen. womit apology keiner das wort des totalitarismus gesprochen werden soll, nur festgestellt wird: die ist tot ideologies. you blieb, war enttaeuschung viel, ein wenig und die nostalgie alte Wahrheit von Ernst Bloch, was es mit Kindheit und hat sich auf heimat. ikarusse fahren und die weiter.

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war es ein Mittwoch, dem zwischen den an haltestellen Traugutta park and ulica Bonifraterska the trams were still over half an hour, direction-Annopol, Zeran and gocław. It was no accident, it had a given accident. A car had collided with a tram. the car was a Mercedes, not new but freshly cleaned and on the passenger seat were a tulip bouquet of red and an even packaged razors, Gillette, bought in a kiosk at the Gdansk train station, with handwritten price tag. in the accident was a tram in the involved line 18, from Służewiec after Zeran Wschodnie, one of those old cars from the 60's, and in winter are either not completely old heats, while from the windows that can open in the summer the trip, so that one of the driving wind through the hair. one of those cars that look like old-fashioned and cozy that one of them expected anything evil. the driver of the Mercedes died in the accident to death. handed it in the newspaper for a note in the local news.

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are of course the applications they spring from the second to have the late happiness, knew the new beginning. They will approve the budget in monthly magazines, which are the high-gloss appearance only on the envelope carrying about recipes and household tips and stories from real life encounters on improved newsprint, and now they were hand so when. will have smiled anyway, and maybe they would have said what you just as thought. maybe not, maybe they are not even had time to wonder why and what for, whether it would be worth it and whether it applies an experimental or a mistake. and whether this was the last chance or a big mistake.
after a few months they have yet to be agreed. on a Wednesday, which stood in her little calendar with the red plastic cover from the pharmacy, it was September, but still sunny and warm, and he wanted to pick her up after work by car, they should stop in wait for him. she was excited since it was not like youth, she laughed at herself when she went out of turn to the hairdresser, the glasses submitted by the optician in the morning and left too long in front of the wardrobe was and wondered what to wear them. she was looking for a long time its most beautiful earrings out and even had the powder compact in the hand, but then they just thought that the old in their now nothing helped.
perhaps can give it from a colleague after work a cigarette, which she did sometimes, and has been tireless abschnippend with the thumb, the ash-smoked. she waited, she was a little nervous. She counted her steps to the concrete slabs at the bus stop, they had to get home and milk. she found herself as one of the other purchased a tulip bluetenblatt after the demolition. oma! the grandchild said reproachfully.

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be what they were talking? ordinariness likely . Littlenesses they will have told him about the daughter, and grandchildren of the ones that had become so great and you both went to school. He will have spoken of my colleagues on the work he did for years, and the director, who could not stand well. They talked of the garden, when they picked the currants, and when she makes jam, and he told the car which had to be repaired. they sat still dare in the back and always side on the left, two sit behind each other, they forward, half turned to the side, feet neatly into the black orthopedic shoe next to each other and the knee-compressed, even if they long ago no skirts and no kniestruempfe longer wore white, and he refused after her forearms on the set of her seat so that his shoulder touched their hands or sometimes their hair when the strands of the ponies neatly behind the ear and stroked her glasses geraderueckte. it felt like a little girl when she was sitting there in the tram and in their pocket phone was looking after, because had been ringing somewhere in the tram a mobile phone.
and she was looking for anyway, even if they knew it was not her phone, and he searched the pockets of his jacket after his, so they could plug together then use telephone their heads like sechsjaehrige child at the kitchen table, behind the whisper back for the parents. perhaps they even from and to each other played the ringtones on their phones not quite new, amused and ashamed at the same time and finally almost embarrassed by the volume of which she could never remember where you put them quieter. and of course it was not about the phones, but about the other to say something in his ear, his hand on the shoulder or arm and to place him quite casually - perhaps - to stroke across the cheek. maybe they have held hands sometimes, for a few minutes, unobtrusive, so it could see no one who knew her, perhaps.
had only started it because of her, shave in the evening, still in operation before he went from work to home and it was him no matter that his colleagues laughed at the aftershave that at one time was in his locker, next to the old razor blades to the vice and the bristly brush. they had once been painted in the ground very easily on the cheek, as he had noticed how he had become careless with the shave. and he would have done much, so she pushed him again so casual about the cheek so that she admired how smooth his skin was and how good he smelled, and so they asked if he would have bought a new razor, and only then and the only reason he would finally really buy a new shaver.

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they were always very formal. Sometimes they smiled to each other furtively, if opposite on the other side of the car, a young couple sat the girl on the floor of the young. it would have not given their time, which no one would have dared. now they were too old for that. then she smiled embarrassed because they both had the same thought.
once they had met since they were both in the city move and they were both alone, but they have greeted in a friendly way and talk a few minutes and lunch are not next to each other in the left or to the pastry. she would later ask us why, why is she gone, although the dental appointment was a week later, and all the shopping already done, and from grandchild to the the school was often two hours time. they would have taken in the presence of their respective families, they had not known each other, that was an unspoken agreement between them, they needed no justification.
they were both wearing wedding rings any more. she looked a man always, as the first hands on this, and they now saw very carefully whether a man wearing a wedding ring or how long ago he had taken him. He carried his years have been not more, because he no longer fitted, with a wedding ring but, he said, one could not just leave to make a new one. his wife had not even noticed.
they would have asked someone, they would have responded that they ring at work bothered him constantly and if they took off, they would still remember him one day, in the locker or the ladies room, and what this would be it but never asked for someone. she wore it only once in the month when she went to confession, if the priest through the grid but took one look at her folded hands, by the sins they murmured dutifully tend their mostly futile. the trams were not in it before. fair after they will have gone into the kitchen and the food have set up. the wedding ring fell with a slight rattle in the night schmuckkaestchen on the table. Over the years she looked at him more often. have met

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you must be in the tram. in a tram on the line 18, from Służewiec after Zeran Wschodnie, on a sunny day at the bus stop Traugutta park. in one of these wagons from the 60 years old, upholstered with soft and the windows, that can be retracted during the trip, so that one of the wind blowing through your hair. they dare old that are so round and cuddly like a bug and so old-fashioned that it is hard to imagine that they were once new, modern and progressive, and always seeming awaken, as they would fit only museum trips or for, to one at some point notice that they are sure to see too often in the streets.
they have thus met in the tram, on a sunny day in May, when even the lilac and the chestnut are blooming and everything looked like it would be a wonderful summer. she looked up later, probably in their calendar, because she had a habit of this, in one of those little red plastic-bound booklet from the pharmacy, and tried to remember what a weekday been. It will not succeeded. they will have a few times and looked counted, but without result, they knew only that there is no friday, but had never been sunny and warm.
he already sat in the alley, as she got. almost all were places available, yet he stood up and offered her his own to. she was so surprised and embarrassed that they are actually offered and accepted on his was sitting, and further they did not know what to do. He stood beside her and watched her as she sat down, he let himself down on the seat directly behind her. they did not know what to say, she smiled a little, but mostly they looked out the window. as she got on her bus stop, he got up again, bowed half and wished her a nice evening. she thanked him and got out, and then she sat a quarter-hour stop in at the wartehaeuschen until she remembered that she still had to buy milk.
they have not met again the next day. It took a while, or maybe a week and a half, but they have started one after another to look for. she has perhaps a little more than he sought and maintained, but who knows, maybe not. when they met the next time, he got up and offered her his place to, they thanked him and smiled even more and he has withdrawn a space. He did so again when they finally met for the third time. It was ritual from then on her, when she boarded the tram, he rose, left, and her his court, as he stood up when she got to her stop, get out, and sometimes when he was especially spirited, he kissed her hand in farewell, before all the other passengers in the tram, but it usually took no notice.

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secret is the National Day of Poland, the fifteenth of August. Sabrina is really the only ascension, that is a purely Christian religious affair. However, experts and connoisseurs of regional studies see in this date the reason for the summer holidays endless Polish: so that it also managed slowed and foot-dragging it pilgrim group in the six weeks in early July to mid August guaranteed up to Jasna Góra, pray for a week and recover could join and then came home.
thus actually ascension only mariae. but something was always happening that day. last year was madonna exactly on that day a concert in Warsaw, which provided for a frenzy. all the press people printed the scandalous and religiously objectionable singer in the appropriate pose on the front pages of their newspapers, and conservative-earth approach called public prayer circles to protest against the on-Rosenkraenzer disavowal of the Blessed Virgin. The Poles were relatively unaffected, concert in the church in the morning and evening.
this year was the highlight of the annual pilgrimage wave together with the ninetieth anniversary of the Battle of Warsaw, the decisive turning point of the Polish-Bolshevik War, even the "Miracle on the Vistula" called. street the battle of Warsaw in the year nineteen hundred and twenty - - otherwise known only from the infinitely long a tram stop announcement made it This event suddenly on the third place of the most important anniversaries in the year 2010, after the Battle of Grunwald and the Katyn crime, but mind you before the 200th birthday of Frederic Chopin. and so the traditionellle, the plac Piłsudskiego of festivities, dressed up once again with stage and grand stand, transparent and altar, and on Sunday brought together government and dignitaries and illustrious company before the eyes of the numerous audience, mentioned by the president all in his speech, military leaders that battle of truly meaningful time of applicable ... because: what if ... asked the columnist and reporter, what if ... the Marszalek Pilsudski the train of the Bolsheviks to the West not the gates of Warsaw and the Vistula and this would have or exceeded and the revolutionary spirit but still in undestroyed, but bled to push postwar Germany, what if ... could ask the historians and gave eloquent scenarios to minutes of a Polish-Soviet Socialist Republic and USSR to the Atlantic Coast, what if ... was hardly imagine ... but it was turned out differently, and therefore were now owned by the Polish State and elite culture to flourish together and talk and fifteen times from a historical cannon salute. State holiday.

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From a writer who did not want to write ... Part III

Ryan wrote that whenever he had time. At first he thought in a rough history. Then he conceived the appropriate characters, which should occur in it.
Ryan noted that the story developed by itself. He must not think about while writing, but an added words that fit naturally to the next and he often had the feeling that if someone else writes the story. Often it was so that the next day he no longer knew what he had written the day before. A true passion seized him and page after page was filled.
While this time, Ryan also discovered the Internet, which was then quite new. On the Internet, he discovered his true love again and just like it was his fate appear, he pulled away from his hometown, and Ferdinand was not until today to read the novel. Ryan wrote in his new home, however, continued and soon the novel was finished.
So, now I look for a publishing house and will definitely make good money. "He thought to himself. He knew the procedure so of games, but it should soon become apparent that with books different runs. Ryan created a neat Exposé and printed from the novel 15 times and sent all the various publishers who had the right to view Ryan's publishing program. It took while, then came the first license agreement, then the second, third ... In all, he got within two months, nine license contracts sent! This may sound good, but Ryan refused to turn them all. The reason for this was that he knew no such contracts. Almost all the publishers wanted to cash available for publication or had to buy a certain number of books himself, so his work is laid. Ryan fell into them the words that Ferdinando in his youth used so much. "What is age?"
He had long been hard at work on his novel and then other money would ensure that he appears on the market? This was not Ryan just before and he wondered. Suddenly he came up with the idea that he might set himself a small publisher. Yes, that was it and he did. He let his novel proofread professionally, which cost a lot of money. But that Ryan did not matter, because now he'd settle for tax, expenditure and 100% of the profits belonged to him. "Great!" he thought to himself. But he did not last long. It was followed by other expenses for the acquisition of 10 ISBN, as it should be even more novel parts and cost of filing the list of available books. And now came the most important thing. The book had indeed produced. He turned to dozens of print shops and Buchbinderreien, but all were too expensive for his financial situation.
In an internet forum, he was told that there was a platform on the net, where you could have books at affordable prices individually prepared and that the people would then take over the dispatch to the respective customers. That's what Ryan had been looking for. So he thought. Today, this process is known as Books on Demand or as a print on demand. In this method, you can digitize the contents of a book including the cover. Only when you have a secure order, you can produce the book and then send. This mode of production and distribution has many advantages for a new publisher founded. One does not need a high starting capital for a condition from which you do not know how many copies are sold. Furthermore, it saves storage space and you just have to take care of the shipping very slightly. Ryan liked this approach and he published his novel in this way. Indeed, his work sold so well that he soon its initial investment for the editing and the ISBN and slowly got back he was in the black. Even before Ryan got the friendly owner of the chalet known publishing house. She was instantly likeable unnd Ryan wrote several short stories for this publisher. After the second part of Ryan's great novel Appreciated by the audience thought he was in 2009 suddenly two interesting questions from publishers. However, since Ryan already drawn from the first contract patterns and suspicious, he also turned down this time.
Contact with the chalet Publisher remained, however, and often they exchanged experiences and gave each other suggestions. It was then, come as it should. Ryan gave his novel to the chalet in publishing, as against this publisher for the past experience extremely well liked. Ryan said he had a familiar feeling when he was with the owner of all the world and talked and finally it was the open exchange of views on the publishing industry, the Ryan believes that his work would be placed there very well. When he got the message that the novel will be released in December 2010, Ryan was at that moment very happy because his beloved work was now published in a publishing house, which he valued very highly and that of a publisher, which he liked very much. It could not be better! This joy it moved to reopen this blog here and tell the story of the long road that led up to this point.
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from a writer who did not want to write ... Part II

felt by his many achievements in the game segment Ryan inner urge to thank for it in the world and he chose for his thanks to the children, adolescents and young adults in his former home town.

near Ryan's apartment, there was an institution of social welfare work. Charitable social groups called this institution. He went and talked to the leaders and offered to that he wanted to open for the members like a play group and guide. Since it to the deacon, who led the groups, it was known he was next to the direct commitment immediately a key, a plan when he was allowed to use the premises and he was immediately familiar with the house rules.

There he stood, with a key and a lot of new information. He even asked a question that you should leave it in the other groups that now every Wednesday and every Friday the play group is open and that all were between six and X years cordially invited.

Finally it was finally time. The first Wednesday evening was come, and Ryan had prepared well. He had approached with many of his own games and in the closet of that group, which was provided to him. 17:00 was the beginning for the group announced and advertised in a small display case in front of the group in addition to many other information.

Ryan sat, thought, sat, thought ... At 20:00 then the unthinkable happened. It actually knocked someone at the door. Ryan far from his chair with excitement and almost the same time from fatigue because he had honestly not expected to visitors. There they stood, three young boys who saw each other and spoke in Turkish. Ryan looked at her, waiting and asked for some incomprehensible sentences, if they not wanted to enter. Surprised, she looked at him and one of the boys dared to enter the group rooms. The others were not long in coming. With skeptical glances Ryan was mustered, until finally took one to speak. "I am and Ferdi are Osman and Cheng." Ryan gave all the hand in greeting and Ferdinando continued. "Lan Hey, what are you doing here and where is Pure?" Ryan had to because of this "lan" resist the smile. He knew that it means about as much as if we ever dialectically the word "man" in German needed. This slang Ryan liked immediately and he explained that he would henceforth conduct the play group and that the deacon called Reiner had approved it and that the dates are written out in the showcase. "Cool!" Osman said, while his long pony wiped from the eyes. "What we do now?" asked Cheng. Ryan was the likeable guys the game cabinet. After a few skeptical looks waved the three, however, thanks from us Ferdi again took over the role of language guide. "Hey mate, if you want to play us something, then it must already be something like a computer game or even hotter, with no one else does as long!" Ryan was not clear now whether this speech way was appropriate but he did not want to make you unpopular on the first evening and thought that an informal communication, the meeting would likely lead to best achieve a good result. Seriously, he looked at the boys and asked them that they should tell him about the games they gambled so much. Buy all three talked at each other and there were wild game name, Ryan had never heard before. He wanted to know more. It quickly became apparent that the guys gambled on games consoles and Ryan made the short side notes on one sheet. Monster Warriors, Titans, barbarians, adventure, fighting, tension ... That gave him. "Okay, let's play!" Ryan said calmly. The three were flat with astonishment. "He Age, surely you have no console and no TV here, "Ferdi noticed absolutely right." Do I not, "said Ryan. He went to the cupboard, took out four sheets, pens, and three six-sided dice." Come, we are to the table and begin. "Ryan said in all seriousness and with absolute conviction." What is age? "said Ferdi with an uncertain look, he said the word" is stretched "like a piece of gum. Ryan did now what he most . was best, he developed a game system out off the cuff, he did not yet really know how to go about it, but he thought to himself: ".. show now only not a weakness, or you have lost," he wrote something on his list , stressed it back through and suddenly he said: "True Heroes?", this means the game. Los, please write all your names at the top right corner of the sheet. Among the features of writing to each other intelligence, strength, courage and speed. In those seconds, a new game system was born, a fantasy role-playing in the pen and paper version. At that time there was no comparison.

Writes behind any property of a nine, those are your points. In expectant attitude made the three, which asked Ryan. In Ryan's mind flashed while the sparks really eat! An idea came to him after another and he gave the players and money for the journey. "Everyone of you still get ten pieces of silver. "that is the currency in the game." Come on, give it to me long, "said this time, Cheng and laughed sardonically. had to laugh Now all. Ryan stared suddenly at the ceiling and fixed the points of light that ... go there? "Krass age, it was the already or what," asked Osman. "No, I'm just just a story invented" Ryan said in a relaxed composure Then he scribbled a few notes on his hand and said: "Okay, watch out. The game goes like that I tell a story, and you have it according to your discretion to act and perform actions. "" What do we do? "Cheng said with a look that was reminiscent of a question mark." Okay, Let's start simple. You're in a dark forest on a narrow path that is laterally surrounded by trees and ferns. The air is damp and mist permeates the undergrowth. Your visibility is 25 meters. You are on the hunt for deer. Cheng, you write down on your hand "Tracking" and behind them again a nine. Cheng, well you can see strange on the ground. Please roll a die now with the three dice once a test track for the reading. "Cheng scored ten points and was glad." Oh, that's not so good. "Ryan said." The die sample you insist only if you erwürfelst nine or fewer points. "This kind of manure!" Cheng yelled out. The other two boys stirred up too. "Do not panic!" Ryan said with a reassuring tone. You have indeed the cube test of your talent "Tracking" fail completely, but you realize yet something and what you see, you prepare fear. "The eyes of the boys were larger at a time." What I see? "Did Cheng know immediately . You realize that these traces are most likely of wolves. ... In addition, there are fresh tracks ""! Buoah ey "or something similar Osman gave of themselves"? Wolves age, what should we do now "asked Ferdi" Ryan looked at the two and asked, "Do you have the talent" Tracking "?" No "they replied." Then you know its not that there are wolf tracks. "Ah understand, I tell the others that are wolf tracks there!" Cheng said with true joy. "Oh it is!" Ferdi noticed wise and contented. Osman also look revealed that he had understood why he could not know beforehand that there are wolf tracks. But now everyone knew it. "What are you doing now?" asked Ryan. "We follow the tracks!" Cheng's shot from the mouth. The other two agreed. "Okay. After a few steps she suddenly heard the howling of wolves. It is very close, more than 70 feet of you away and just as it sounds, there are at least 12 wolves howling there. You notice that the whine is always closer. Now is the Distance is 50 feet, 40 yards ...!" "Stop! I have an idea, "cried Ferdinand out suddenly." Yes? "Wanted to know everyone." We climb trees, "was Ferdi's proposal." Great idea! You get a plus in terms of intelligence, "said Ryan with enthusiasm and Ferdi rejoiced as if he had received a great Christmas gift. The other two guys were clearly jealous of something." So, we are now on the trees. "Said "dice." Ferdi satisfied. "No, you first need a sample to" force "and" Speed said Ryan. "Ah, right!" said Cheng understanding ...
This gameplay inspired the guys and they played so long, the group had close to Ryan. With each new group meeting more guys came in and the time the first girl. The game system developed here constantly and there were weapons, armor, various peoples, such as elves, dwarves and so on it. Ryan came up with for the players own character, which could be of different races and had very different properties. In time, a complete game system created its own universe and our own planet, which he called Reed. Reed, because you could make the word from Earth, but this one had noticed. Ryan described several areas, climate zones, strange Creatures, hideous monsters, flora and fauna and with increasing time everyone knew the different areas very well. Ryan also developed a graduated system that the players were able to improve with time, and he designed the prices of certain goods. should Cheng was the one who came up with the idea that you can haggle over prices also, which caused a lot of fun. Ferdi created an Asian character that certain martial arts mastered by Osman and many good ideas came to spells, even if he was ill once with a spell all his friends flooded and almost drown. But that's another story ...
The group feed was soon so great that the rooms were no longer sufficient. Many wanted to play other games and some even wanted to learn from Ryan on how to develop a game. All Ryan did not bring together under one roof. He ended the group split and hung with the consent of the Executive Committee nor the Saturday on the weekly schedule. Saturday he had the group for a full ten hours, was worth it. Over time, the social workers and also the highest point of the local Diakonia became aware that Ryan had actually managed to bring many young people from the street and give them something they liked. It was found that Ryan was even with all the social workers play such an adventure for all to learn the system. After this meeting, everyone agreed that this game system is educationally valuable and that should be encouraged. In this communication, it was then too. There was no promotion.
But in the newspaper published a nice report about the group and play system.

passed so nearly 16 years. From children were young people, from young adults and young adults in the themselves were fathers and mothers who sent their children turn to the group. Many friends of Ryan saying they would do much for the group. However, Ryan says today that he got back more than he could ever give. He learned through the many years of playing deep insights into the psychological behavior of players in certain situations and he lay down in a folder, in which he stated that the essential elements, mainly in games enthusiasts and others who always met with rejection. He recognized certain target groups and it was clear as could be provided through games specifically important knowledge content without the other players within this "learning" as felt. These findings many years led him to psychology, which he studied and now even a fundamental knowledge appropriated, which he himself brings still regularly updated.
There were over 300 role-playing adventure alone, some of which were played for several weeks, the Ryan in the head and gave out free-invented as a game manager. The free devising stories and an enormous talent for improvisation, he recognized as personal strengths.
out, here it comes!
It happened early last year of activity in the playgroup by Ryan, that Ferdinand, the has become a young man and "lan", the word no longer used, came late on Saturday night in the group and began a conversation with Ryan. He asked Ryan why he would not write down some of the stories play in novel form, in order to publish it then. Ryan waved once, for just as he had strength, he also had weaknesses. Two of these weaknesses were spelling and grammar. Ferdi did not give up that evening, however, and stressed that one could make weaknesses into strengths, and that he and all the other stories were always so good that even today they still talk about it and tell it to others who never themselves with this were. Ryan dared such a work, however, does not apply. He dusted himself downright hair if he only thought of having to write so much text. Ferdi said, however, that he could write down the stories of correct yes and then let someone who speaks better spelling. Ryan, however, was more excuses such as lack of time, a missing typewriter, and so on. Ferdi remained rock hard. He averred that the group has a computer and that Ryan should use this for sure. Ryan knew that Ferdinand was right, but then came the next weakness in the game. He had virtually no knowledge of computers and informed Ferdi. Ferdinand was now serious. He said he would talk to Andrea, who had become a group leader, and that he would then bring Cemal, who could show me how to work with a text program. Ryan agreed to, that he finally got his rest and immediately started another topic. The week passed, and Ferdinand was to be seen no more. Although Ryan Ferdi high esteem as a friend, this time he was very happy about it. On Saturday, when Ryan, the group opened, he marveled that no children and young people were waiting in front of, what else was always the case in recent years. Even after half an hour, no one was there. What Ryan was immediately noticed, however, that in a Corner of the group room was a PC with monitor. He was instinctively a large berth. Suddenly there was a knock vigorously and Ryan was happy that someone would walk by. But his joy turned into sheer dread as he opened the door. Ferdi and Cemal stood with a broad grin at the door and Cemal, a black, thick bag had it that nothing good could be expected. "So we get started!" were the words that Ryan did fear the worst. "I told Andrea that we want to teach you how to work with a text program and they agreed immediately and left me here to install the computer, look, over there he is!" said Ferdi full of joy and verve, while Ryan was staring at the PC as an enemy. "Outside in the display case is also clear that turns the play group today." Ferdi said calmly. Ryan was really fooled. Cemal turned on the PC immediately, waited briefly and then opened a word processing program. Ryan got goose bumps. "Come here, sit next to me, I'll show you the most important functions." Cemal said that easily. Ryan moved on to the PC as if it would push a person with a fear of heights in a deep abyss. Finally he sat down and he was surprised how well versed Cemal. Almost playful he clicked on several features and explained some Menu items clear and understandable. Ryan was thinking. Was his terrible panic as completely unfounded? Cemal asked him now that he should sit in front of the computer to try some things. "Learning by doing!" Cemal said, so he probably wanted to make clear that pure watching does not help. Ryan could not use the keyboard sure he still came to terms with the mouse. Ferdi laughed uproariously and said, "Yes, that was so me a few weeks ago also, but now I can" Ryan inherited his anger. Not angry with Ferdi, but because of his own ignorance. "Damn, I want to learn too!" he gave to understand loud, while Cemal and Ferdi looked satisfied. Ryan tried out everything he said Cemal. "I'm going to write it all down!" said Ryan. "What do you think well what is in my pocket?" Cemal asked with an obvious view. It took several hours and Ryan learned was always safe with the mouse and some letters he was even faster on the keyboard. In the evening, Ryan thanked most sincerely for the two and Cemal opened his bag and gave Ryan two folders with practice examples.
From that day on, he learned, whenever he found time for it. Lucky circumstances saw to it that he himself soon came with a cheap PC Minitor. He immediately bought an operating system and an Office program, and learned learned learned ... He got better and eventually he was so far that he can begin a novel. Now came the next problem. Although Ryan was able to invent stories off the cuff, but how you start a novel in structure, and then stopped, he had no idea.
Two days after his failed attempt at starting, he met Ferdi. Of course he immediately wanted to know how much Ryan had with his novel. Ryan talked about his problems and Ferdi laughed. "What, you can not write history? Well, then put on a look as you did that on your adventures." Ferdi Ryan looked at her helplessly. "What do you mean?" wanted Ryan know more. "Well, you make at the beginning of character with certain characteristics, then you can start it somewhere, tell why they are there, what has been happening and then the story begins its course, happens to an end. So you're doing good." Ryan was taken aback. For 15 years he told adventure and Ferdi knew better than he himself, as he went about it. When he said that to Ferdi said only: "Sure, I can see from the outside what you do and you're just in the blood could one of us continually tell different stories for so many years, but did you do that and do it. yet. You've just done it without thinking, that's your gift, use them at last! "When Ryan just back wanted to start with excuses, the whole thing suddenly took a turn that could be described as historic. pronounce Before Ryan could Ferdi turn turned to the side and missed Ryan such a hefty kick in the rear part that it Ryan by shaking right. Both were horrified spontaneous about this campaign, created by Ferdinand purely made of reflex. Never in all the years, Ferdi had such taken out an insult and what followed, which peals of laughter. They looked at each other and laughed. It seemed almost as if both would suffocate like Ferdi collected, however, and said. "Oh man, you must draw near to your happiness really is!" Buy both laughed again, Ryan was now clear that only the best for Ferdi honestly wanted and promised that he would try again with the novel. This was the first step to a more exciting story.
If you're curious, then, read the III. Part.

Food With Word Gold In

from a writer who did not want to write ... Or: How it all began quite playful ...

all began in 1978 when a boy named Ryan left school and wanted to learn at last what he had always dreamed.

He wanted to be a game developer.

His only problem was that after some research soon became clear that it was not the profession at that time was! Game Designer? No, it did not exist!
Ryan had to think up as a child the gift of being off the cuff out game systems that he developed working games and then played with friends. This gift is already developed with his 11th Age much so that friends, neighbors, schoolmates and even teachers of self-developed games Ryan wanted, whether for birthdays or other occasions. This encouraged Ryan to its line of development to be faithful.

Ryan's parents thought of this fixed idea that her son is a game developer, not much. Almost no one in his family saw a chance of succeeding in life without having learned a trade. At that time he could not understand the rejection of his parents and he continued with the development of games as a hobby, whenever it allowed his free time. Only his grandmother was his father's side with him and encouraged him. At that Ryan grandmother had a special relationship. Their stories that he should pass through their descent Irish, Scottish and even Elvish blood in his others, fascinated him from childhood.

few years later he sent a game called Cup - winner of the publisher MB, who was then the world's market leader. His parents thought that he should save the money for the pattern match better, but Ryan won out. After three months, came back to play the pattern with a letter. It was turned down, because it is currently, after careful consideration did not fit into the programming, but there were many words of praise in lines and ultimately the request, and again in the future to offer new ideas. Ryan knew now that he was on the right track. Even his parents were to hear everything this letter. Soon, a newspaper publication was followed by one of his works and in his hometown, he became known as "the game developers" known. The following year he was invited by a complete stranger Gentlemen of Göttingen author meetings and he said yes. Equipped with a backpack, which included two of his latest ideas for games, he got on his trip to the authors, whoever they might be. From his book "The Magic Hexagon" he took the same pattern with three games since that game in the friendlies already super arrived.
arrived in Göttingen he realized after showing his invitation very quickly that he was himself as author and that he in the Göttingen - City Hall got a table with four chairs for the presentation of his games.
Ryan thought long, thanked the organizers and unpacked his games, because of what it was because finally arrived? Of course, in order to show the world its games. It was not long since a very serious-looking elderly gentleman came to his table. He introduced himself as Alex Randolph and asked if Ryan would play a round with him. Purposefully chose the nice man at once Ryan's play "The Magic Hexagon" and wanted to know the rules. Ryan briefly explained the tactics, the platoons and the game target and off we went. After the first two rounds, one after Ryan had lost, suddenly came to a television crew and filmed the events, and it also asks questions to the game. While Ryan suddenly had a lump in the neck, the old man said consistently positive about the game and emphasized that this game is sure to be a publisher. Ryan was lost for words and smiled as he during the shooting also lost the third round. Only his name, he could finally say, that's it and the camera crew went on. Fortunately! Mr. Randolph looked after the third round of peace obtained by the rules and said in a convincing tone of voice: "A good game, a really good game!" Then he got up, said goodbye and left.

Ryan was a little too much at once. He withdrew for the time being outside outside the town hall and allowed himself a drink. When he went back into the interior, already there were two men aged between 30 and 35 years at his table and tried the rules of the magic hexagon understand what they managed to Ryan's great joy very soon. Ryan stayed in the background and just watched the reactions of the players. After the first round, called one of the young men, the shaggy red hair and a beard, had washed his term, with bawling undertone in the amount of the hall: "This is a game for Ravensburger!"

Ryan fled, as more and more people to his table flows. Through the glass window of the city hall, he watched from the outside now, as more and more people trying out his game. His second work brought along but no one noticed. Only when it started to rain a little, he entered the hall again. Shortly afterwards, the nice elderly gentleman suddenly exclaimed that Ryan had one after three rounds and defeated again at Ryan's table was, "this is the author!" and pointed to Ryan, who would now prefer hiding in a shell. Immediately rushed to two men in suits on Ryan and introduced themselves as product manager of the VSK publisher. They asked if he could leave them one of his games for an intensive test patterns, since they may offer a publishing takeover are interested. Ryan reached into his backpack and handed the two men one of its pattern matches against a receipt and a business card of the publisher. VSK - adult games it said. Of these, Ryan had never heard of. The red-haired shaggy head immediately thereafter asked whether Ryan would sell him one of its pattern matches. Since Ryan had read in the notice that sales are prohibited during the event, he refused on those grounds. "Wait!" said the temperamental shaggy head and went to a table which was only meters away from Ryan's site. He grabbed a colorful box and came back. "Here, this is one of my games. If you do not want to sell, then we just exchange. "Ryan, watched the game at the redhead and agreed to the friendly. Gradually got to Ryan, who all these people were actually that had gathered around his table. The stylish older gentleman with the name Alex Randolph Nestor was the authors were present at the game and also still the most famous at that time. The redhead said Hartmut Witt was also a successful author and already some men from Ravensburger and MB, Ryan recognized as the basis of signs in the suits . He remained off the air! That was just too much for his first visit to such a meeting.

Wow! Ryan was overwhelmed.

Six weeks after the meeting, a thick envelope arrived with the sender "VSK - adult games". Ryan opened it slowly and hardly dared to look. Only when he the word "License Agreement" read, he was close to the cardiac arrest. He began to tremble and sat down. Then he read slowly and with irregular breathing throughout the text. He could not believe it. That was actually a contract for "The Magic Hexagon" and as he read, also a very good one. The circulation was very high and also his participation in the profits. It just sat there and grinned with empty brain in the void. It took a few moments before he actually realized what he was holding in his hands. Suddenly it shot through him and he desperately searched for a pen. At last he found one, picked up the contract and signed it. He immediately took an envelope labeled him hastily, and carried him immediately to the post. Then he went on the trip, of course by registered themselves.

came suddenly after a month, a Pampers box by mail. Ryan went all the sins of his youth through his head, but when he looked at the sender, he was as confused as easy. No, it was not his former girlfriends, but the COP - Verlag, Ryan had to live through this horror moment. Ryan and hastily opened the package there were ten more boxes.

What was in it, you see the following.

Yes, Ryan was overwhelmed. Not only is he the magician on the packaging looked very similar, no, the whole game was beautifully finished, and actually met his match pattern.

This was the beginning of a successful series in publishing, in advertising, television, radio and even in MMOGs (Massive Multiplayer Online Games). Ryan looks today over 170 ideas for games back, which he alone brought under contract and some others in which he participated. How many has he developed a whole, he can not say more accurate, but he estimates that there were at least 1,000 game ideas and more every year.

As Ryan was a writer, see the next part blog, stay tuned!