Der gut gebildete Mittelstand und Ich

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Der Zug ist abgefahren. Jetzt. Gerade als ich anfange zu schreiben. Durch das gekippte Fenster höre ich ihn um die Kurve biegen. Ein leises Rauschen und dann Stille. Und ich sitze nicht in diesem Zug sondern zuhause am Schreibtisch, mit einem mulmigen Gefühl das sich von den Schulterblättern bis in die Hüften zieht. Eigentlich hätte ich gerne einen Event zu den Themen Rechtsrutsch und Antifeminismus in Zürich besucht, aber wie so häufig hat mich dieser eigentümlicher Gefühlscocktail überschwemmt und so sitze ich nun hier in Leggings und Kapuzenpulli und voll mit Katzenhaaren. Lag es daran, dass die Fahrt 1½ Stunden dauert? Oder lag es am Föhnwind, der die Fensterläden rattern lässt und die Vögel vor meinem Fenster durch die Luft wirbelt? Nein. Obwohl das natürlich legitime Einwände sind. Mein Problem ist aber ein anderes. Letzte Woche hatte ich mich aufgerafft, entgegen des Bauchgefühls, der Kälte und der Zugfahrt. Und dann, als ich dort war, habe ich mich den ganzen Abend unwohl gefühlt. Ich sass da, das Craft Bier in der verschwitzten Hand und fragte mich, wie sehr es auffällt, dass ich da nicht hin gehöre. Das frage ich mich auch in Konzerthäusern, in Museen und manchmal sogar im Theater, obwohl ich selber neun […]

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Trump: „I’m going to build a wall“ – you already did.

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  I almost feel sorry for writing this because I myself am completely saturated with news about Trump. And I don’t even live in the states. Yet for the past year, reading things about the US election has become as essential to my daily routine as brushing my teeth. Everyday a new scandal, a new hilariously tragic misstep, a new reason for extensive eye rolling. I don’t think, I can ever use the word tremendous again without cringing. Meanwhile we all surely missed out on politics being made in the shadows of this freak show. There have been two major Romanian elections this year and I, as a Romanian living in Switzerland, can’t tell you a single thing about them. But I sure remember five different jokes Lindsay Graham made about his own party. As the polls are pointing more and more to Hilary Clinton winning in a landslide, people like me seem to be unclenching. The ridicule which we felt, before we had to take Trump seriously is slowly coming back. Trump is once again returning to the realm of entertainment. He can be grouped once again with Kim Kardashian or Paris Hilton or some other human we feed […]

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defending spaces

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  On tuesday the gentrifying hipsters*  in my neighborhood showed the movie Koyaanisqatsi down on the square under our building. Coming back home from a reading session in the park, I heard the music and decided to go have look at their little festival. I sat down on a bench, a bit off from the small crowd and watched the film by myself. At some point a man and a woman, who had just arrived, recognized each other next to the food truck. As they were greeting each other, all excited, they moved away from the truck and the audience. They stopped about 30cm in front of me. My sandals even touched his sneakers for a second. Looming over me, completely obscuring my view they started chatting. I couldn’t believe it. We almost touched, her dress would flutter against me if there were the slightest bit of wind, yet they seemed utterly oblivious of my presence. This is not the first time something like this happened to me And while I might be wrong on this for many reasons (the present is not a good judge), I feel like this phenomenon is especially poignant in Lausanne. Nowhere else have I bumped against so […]

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