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gothikmausMan, I've been so busy in the last couple of days that I haven't even had the time to write an entry about the Attac Bankentribunal. I only went on Friday and Saturday, there was NO WAY I could get up at 9:00 AM on Sunday, I had very little sleep last week and just needed to rest.
Anyway, it was an intense weekend. On Friday I went to the opening with Eline and two friends of hers. First there were some readings with two actors of the Volksbühne (I found the story of the Tulip Mania fascinating), then a cabaret show with Urban Priol und Georg Schramm (I only understood half of what was going on pfff.)
The second day I followed a discussion about banks and ecology (highlight: a politician of the SPD arrived late because he had to take a taxi to go from Alexanderplatz to Rosa-Luxemburg-Platz, which are 1 U-Bahn stop apart; very smart, especially if you're going to talk about ecology), more discussions about banks and their role in the crisis (I was surprised I could understand a lot, I think that Business German course wasn't useless) and then the Bela+Olli Schulz concert and Bela DJ-set. The concert was actually just a few songs, I think they played for about 30 minutes (Ohrwurm of the day "Champagner freaks"), then Bela started his DJ-set.
I, beeing the hopeless fangirl that I am, had brought along an illustration book I wanted to give him and was waiting for the right moment, because I didn't want to disturb him. But since other people were going up to him and asking for autographs and pictures, I thought "Well, this won't be more annoying than that!" So I was standing there, waiting for someone to finish talking to him, when he glanced in my direction, smiled at me and said "Hallo!" (*insert inner fangirl screaming "OMFG he still remembers me!?*) Anyway, when he was done I went up to him and he reached out and took my hand. By the way: THE MOUSTACHE IS GONE, THANKS THE HEAVENS! Uh, yes, so I gave him the illustration book and he said "Das kenne ich nicht" (why, yes, I was coherent enough to be able to talk to him in German), leafed through it and said he could use it to find a tattoo design. So, if you see Bela sporting a new silly tattoo, sorry, that's my fault! :P Btw, the book I gave him is Superheroes Decadence, by Donald Soffritti. You can see some of the illustration on the Telegraph site.
After that I just enjoyed the rest of the evening, even if Bela played a few weird and not really danceable songs. (Question: who sang the song whose chorus goes"In the heat of the night / I want more, more, more"? I've already heard it many times but I can't figure out who the singer/band is! It's frustrating. EDIT: Wrong lyrics. But Eline reads my mind. Thanks. :3) When his DJ-set was over (uhm, it was a coincidence that his girlfriend had whispered something in his ear just 5 minutes earlier, right? *cough*), we went back to the Großer Saal... and saw they had transformed it into a huge disco! With a massive disco ball made with projectors hanging over the stage. I felt like I was at a techno meeting.
Anyway, after a while we went, as we were all pretty tired. The next day I had to meet a friend, we spent the afternoon together and spontaneously decided to go see Alice in Wonderland in 3D that evening (13€ WTF!) The ending was waaay too modern, but I love Tim Burton's imagery.
That's what I call a busy weekend! :)
Here, have a few pictures.
Olli Schulz is fucking crazy. In a very good way. :)
Disco, baby!
Anyway, it was an intense weekend. On Friday I went to the opening with Eline and two friends of hers. First there were some readings with two actors of the Volksbühne (I found the story of the Tulip Mania fascinating), then a cabaret show with Urban Priol und Georg Schramm (I only understood half of what was going on pfff.)
The second day I followed a discussion about banks and ecology (highlight: a politician of the SPD arrived late because he had to take a taxi to go from Alexanderplatz to Rosa-Luxemburg-Platz, which are 1 U-Bahn stop apart; very smart, especially if you're going to talk about ecology), more discussions about banks and their role in the crisis (I was surprised I could understand a lot, I think that Business German course wasn't useless) and then the Bela+Olli Schulz concert and Bela DJ-set. The concert was actually just a few songs, I think they played for about 30 minutes (Ohrwurm of the day "Champagner freaks"), then Bela started his DJ-set.
I, beeing the hopeless fangirl that I am, had brought along an illustration book I wanted to give him and was waiting for the right moment, because I didn't want to disturb him. But since other people were going up to him and asking for autographs and pictures, I thought "Well, this won't be more annoying than that!" So I was standing there, waiting for someone to finish talking to him, when he glanced in my direction, smiled at me and said "Hallo!" (*insert inner fangirl screaming "OMFG he still remembers me!?*) Anyway, when he was done I went up to him and he reached out and took my hand. By the way: THE MOUSTACHE IS GONE, THANKS THE HEAVENS! Uh, yes, so I gave him the illustration book and he said "Das kenne ich nicht" (why, yes, I was coherent enough to be able to talk to him in German), leafed through it and said he could use it to find a tattoo design. So, if you see Bela sporting a new silly tattoo, sorry, that's my fault! :P Btw, the book I gave him is Superheroes Decadence, by Donald Soffritti. You can see some of the illustration on the Telegraph site.
After that I just enjoyed the rest of the evening, even if Bela played a few weird and not really danceable songs. (Question: who sang the song whose chorus goes
Anyway, after a while we went, as we were all pretty tired. The next day I had to meet a friend, we spent the afternoon together and spontaneously decided to go see Alice in Wonderland in 3D that evening (13€ WTF!) The ending was waaay too modern, but I love Tim Burton's imagery.
That's what I call a busy weekend! :)
Here, have a few pictures.
Olli Schulz is fucking crazy. In a very good way. :)
Disco, baby!
