It’s 1824 all over again at the heart of Leipzig.
“The older generation here has survived to see virtually every aspect of the society and system they helped build be repudiated by their successors. It’s one thing to have your style of dress, taste in music, social mores, etc. rejected, quite another to witness the entirety of your previous way of life be deposited into the ‘dustbin of history.'”
Love is often not entirely explainable and may seem quite random, and therein lies its power… to somehow stall the machine, though never quite break it.
“As a local, I was born and grew up here. Part of me always feels bewildered about the positive comments uttered from the mouths of tourists about this overcrowded city.”
“Here too it was ‘all nude, all the time,’ and we had to pick our way to chairs through a gaggle of naked, 60ish women who reclined leafing through back issues of SuperIllu, a sort of eastern German version of People magazine specializing in former GDR celebrities and their offspring.”
A “neoliberalism” that is neither new nor liberal? A reply to Harald Köpping.