Flying to Germany

During my moment of luxury for the week. Cheap airplane red clasped in one hand, baby blue sky outside as I fly British Airways from City Airport. I switch from a mood of complete despondency to one of bliss as I realise ‘who the fuck really cares’. Ive been digesting greek and roman stoic literature all week, but a cheep glass of red seems to have released my id from the confines of anxiety, literally elevated from the depressed state I was in several thousand feet below, (apart from in literature I much prefer the metric unit). While in this almost disquietingly serene state I have been enjoying the irony of The Spectator’s journalists. You are always pleasantly surprised open a magazine labelled conservative to read a critique of British nepotism and support for the “White British Working Class”, something that nearly all London based publication houses overlook for the minefield of political correct concern for the ethnic minority. In comparison when I pick up The Economist, a knowingly liberal and forever popular weekly, I am reminded of the zero-sum uncompassionate economy where everything and everybody is quantifiable.

Ill be landing in Dusseldorf, the affluant capital of the successful Rhine land region. As I always put it, the most industrious part of Europe. As money oozes out of people’s wallets and purses and quality of life reaches new highs, you are reminded that in fact German’s are also mere mortals as you venture into the less opulant areas of the region. My life in Germany takes place in Essen a town of some half a million that is best known for the Krupp family, a name you provable associate with esxalators and lifts. But Essen is an old mining town, with a mixed culture and an old population. Perhaps apart from the big manifacturers the biggest sector is the one servicing the growing aging poplulation. A generation whos values jarr with the modern German youth to whom consumerism and pop culture is like a holy grail. But despite appearances there is an abundance of different cultures in Essen, and hidden in different parts of the ‘town’ is a universities a theatre, old cinema, several museums and art galleries, a mix of suprising institutions and a large variety of annual events mixing from rock concerts to light shows to outdoor orchestra festivals. Even though Essen might appear like a town in recession you are never left wanting if you know where to go.

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