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Out in the cold: News from Braunschhweig

" Where Mountains are, can not be the north, "says my colleague in Bremen. Accordingly Brunswick does not belong to northern Germany. Now if, like me, comes from London, as a Southerner, so to speak, can one answer only: ". If Flensburg complies with South German point of view the North Pole, then Brunswick Greenland, at least in terms of weather," In here, the temperature is 8.8 ° throughout the year. In my hometown there are to the 2 ° more. Warmer it is almost only in Freiburg - and if France would not ", which would be known by the sea, namely the Mediterranean, Yes. In the sunny days, it looks the way from here is not much better.
Maybe in January for the climatic judgments but also inappropriate. At least I hope so, however, hope fades. "In September, someone said to me recently when I asked timidly, when in the Brunswick Country for so am usually the spring.
But all complaining does not help, yes. "Come, boy, where's your Olympic spirit," I rouse myself itself. Another colleague from Hannover in overcoming age-old tribal boundaries, and just goes through endless archaic rituals to be the evil 96 "Juju," as Africans call bad karma to free - at denne manner as the de un Schwobesäckel between us. Another colleague, will change from Protestant to Catholic Paderborn Braunschweig even in other spiritual and religious spheres. Since I will survive but the transition to a new climate zone. "Those who do not adapt die out," I know of Darwin. In the shop I've bought several sweaters and fleece fabric, security, ordered on the Internet a 1 to 1 reproduction of a submarine shell from the Second World War. According to the manufacturer for the bad weather zones in the Atlantic and the Bay of Biscay designed - the war was known to be lost, but the jacket is warm. As can be the north of me from where do he and Bremer that. Either way is a matter of opinion. And the spring? He will find himself - sooner or later.

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Brunswick: first impressions of my new home

Some may have noticed that I've updated the blog lately not in the usual regularity. The reason is that I moved to Brunswick professionally. The thematic Focus will shift thus necessarily what I will do me some thoughts. After all, there are some Anknüpfungdpunkte, for example, the harmony, which would indeed ex-KSCler Marc Arnold served as athletic director in office is. I hope to be able to announce something new. Until then, a few impressions from my new home:

The Second World War not only the city of Brunswick has torn - over 90 percent of the city were destroyed - this but also deep and superficial healed wounds in the hearts of the people it have witnessed. Who makes Eckhard Schimpf a walk through the old town, remembers the fast. Eckhard Schimpf is not only was born and grew up, and almost all his professional life he has given to this city: fifty years at the Brunswick newspaper, to write a book about the Klinten Klaten said local dialect, that's what. But few stories from fifty years of the journalists graying Mr. weaves into his stories, only superficially he hurried through the thousand-year history of his hometown.
The war is the dominant theme. It fell only Schimpf early upbringing in the years of the war - and are five years of war is not a split second against the 38 sovereign years of Henry the Lion? But if, after the chaos theory of the beating of a butterfly wing Cyclones can trigger what can then be sent a wink?
"We have a crack all the children of war," says Eckhard Schimpf laconic, pointing to a glass-clad building in the shoe street. "There was a large bunker. In the famous "Fire Night" 1944, herded thousands of people here -. Was allowed only half "with explosive and incendiary bombs ignited the British Royal Airforce that night a fire storm that brought the towers of the Church St.Martini glow.
The many fires consumed in such high concentrations of oxygen that go out to people in the bunker in the middle of the inferno, the air threat. Among them, Eckhard Schimpf: "Normally, throwing their bombs and after twenty minutes you could back home, but on this night were the steel doors." Hour after hour passed, breathing harder and harder, people fell in a faint, children were crying.
What no one knew outside helpers tried to beat a path through the flames. A whole street fired on the firemen and their spraying to open up to people in the bunker, an escape route. "After four hours we could finally get out," says Schimpf. "While before the door barrels of water. We had to wrap it with wet cloth and then we are like a porch under the water jets the fire withdrawn. And only because of this tremendous efforts are still some historic buildings. "
Now it's on to the Old City Market. This spreads the old Council building almost an air of Florence and from the old Gewandhaus could occur at any moment a couple of respectable merchants in colorful historical costumes. "Oh yes, the tip is from the well that night melted away the time," says Schimpf. The impact of the flapping of a butterfly could be questioned, perhaps even what a blink of the eye may cause, is apparently in Braunschweig.