Da der liebe Frank ja hier in den letzten Tagen so inflation\u00e4r flei\u00df\u009fig am Bloggen ist (was ich sehr, sehr toll und inspirierend finde! ), mag ich mich nun auch endlich mal zu Wort melden. Wenigstens kurz mal „Hallo Welt“ schreiben und mich ein wenig von dieser \u00e4tzend-langwierigen Kehlkopfentz\u00fcndung ablenken (obwohl sie mir eine tempor\u00e4r famose Gesangsstimme verschafft hat \ud83d\ude09 ).<\/p>\n
Nun ja, wenn man krank im Bett liegt, hat man ja neben den \u00fcblichen Langweile-Killern wie Lesen, TV und Musik h\u00f6ren, auch viel Zeit, um mal wieder so richtig intensiv und sinnlos im Netz zu surfen. Und nach alten Social-Network-Wegbegleitern zu „graben“. Ich muss ja gestehen, dass ich die „Gro\u00dfen“ damals alle mitgenommen habe. Von MySpace \u00fcber StudiVZ bis dann schlie\u00dflich zum heute meist genutzten und verbreiteten Netzwerk. Erstaunlich, was man da bisweilen auf manchen Plattformen noch alles aus der eigenen Vergangenheit entdeckt. Von witzigen Party-Bildern vom Auslands-Semester \u00fcber netten Mail-Austausch mit ehemaligen Radio Fritz-Moderatoren bis hin zu nat\u00fcrlich gro\u00dfartigen MySpace-Musikentdeckungen. Und viele alte Blog-Eintr\u00e4ge und Konzertberichte habe ich wiedergefunden. Unter anderem auch so etwas wie eine Liebeserkl\u00e4rung an meine Heimatstadt. Eisenh\u00fcttenstadt. Ich glaube, ich war damals (2007) nochmal eine Weile Auslandsluft schnuppern und etwas unsicher \u00fcber meine weitere Zukunft. Und ich habe mich gefragt, was der Begriff „zu Hause“ eigentlich wirklich bedeutet. Und irgendwie hat mich das Geschriebene von damals gerade ein wenig ber\u00fchrt, daher m\u00f6chte ich es auch nochmal hier einstellen.<\/p>\n
Der Text ist komplett in englischer Sprache verfasst. Wahrscheinlich wollte ich mir damals so etwas emotionale Distanz verschaffen (oder mein gro\u00dfes internationales Lese-Publikum erreichen \ud83d\ude09 ). So, here we go:<\/p>\n
What defines what we call „home“? Is it the place were we were born? The city we grew up in? Or just always the place were you can go when you are looking for some warmth and comfort?<\/em><\/p>\n Well, I was born in this typical small town right at the border to Poland. Maybe it was not that typical because it’s still a very young town – the first socialistic city build up by former GDR government because houses were needed for the workers in the big steal factory that had been built before in the middle of nowhere.<\/em><\/p>\n Areas and houses were build by a strict plan that was given by the government. Special areas still show today how styles and architectures were changing during the decades. I was living in the last created area in a typical GDR like prefarbricated building. It was very small but enough to live and very comfortable. Me, my friends and my parents had a good time living there. Later we were moving to the centre of the town and the area we were living before changed more and more into a ghetto.<\/em><\/p>\n Today there is almost nothing left in this area. No houses. No crying children anymore. No life at all. Just spooky emptiness. A desease that seems to spread all over this town. But where should people go when there are no jobs left and a real future seems to be impossible?<\/em><\/p>\n I know that it is just another sad story about a town that was blooming in times of GDR and is slowly dying since the wall was falling. But still it’s sad because it’s my hometown. And all the places that had meant something to me during my childhood are gone now. Just not existing anymore. As if my past was completely deleted. My „Kindergarten“, my school, the building I was living in with my parents…all these things are not existing anymore. And you can really feel that this town is going on to die…<\/em><\/p>\n Of course you can always restart at another place and of course home is always where your heart is but don’t we all have the wish to come back sometime to the place were everything was starting?<\/em> I have to confess that I didn’t always love this town because it is small and has decent possibilities to go out. And I was always feeling like I was caged and just wanted to get out. I still want to but in some ways I will miss this small-town-atmosphere, its special charme. I have my special memories I will always connect with this town…and that’s why it will always be my home…wherever I go…<\/em><\/p>\n Ziemlich pathetischer Kram, oder? Aber Pathos und Melancholie sind eben manchmal auch eine Strategie.<\/p>\n Und daher (f\u00fcr das Kleinstadt-M\u00e4dchen in mir) hier nun noch der Kitsch-Overload von Journey:
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