Well, finally, - months later (though it almost feels like years already) a sign of life from deep down lovely rural Saksassa. As usual a lot of shit has happened, (almost unnecessary to say), that prevented any earlier posts. Part of it comes from that Hamm-residency story that ended slightly different and earlier than anticipated. Had to do with the big artist Otmar Alt, (fitfully named by someone out of his surrounding as an aging diva), the founder of that institution that granted me the scholarship, whose word is supposed to be law. It all started with him refusing to allow Bert (the name "Berry" was by now superseded by the slightly more euphonic "Bert") to be around on the premises, with variously changing the argumentations for it, though he is commonly known as a huge animal friend. Well, it was somehow just some attempt of proving power, showing who's the boss and where the hammer hangs. I've learned more than I wanted about the structures in this Otmar-Alt-Foundation in the ten days I've spent there. There is a couple of people involved in that kindergarten there, only talking about others behind everybodys' backs, plenty of lies and intrigues, - but in a scale fit for a soap opera. No murder, as far as I know, but apart from that all that is necessary. Some bad private shit, that would be rather unfair to talk about on a blog. But after all not a really nice place to be, especially without my lovely little brown hairy backup. They were rather surprised that I did not shut up, bow for the money, do what they wanted and instead declined their benefits. I admittedly managed to annoy some of them a bit and I guess I really burned the bridges by now. And so it came that I live now with nine other people, three dogs, a cat, a horse and a donkey in a lovely little farm close to the beautiful city of Bamberg (the centre of which is unesco world heritage, so quite picturesque), in an area with the highest concentration of breweries in the world, in a lovely countryside valley with a little river bordering our garden. All love and beauty and they lived happily ever after..., or how those bloody fairytales usually end. No, well, no money now, sort of, just the usual artist stereotype, but apart from that really great. And I've got plenty of space and time for numerous visitors, who should come in flocks now after this magnificent advertisement text... (breweries and so, you know). We'll have a big several days long summer party here as well, but I'll tell you again when that is a bit closer, and with this word I will end this post, in the hope of managing to write a bit more frequent and in the even bigger hope of reading some news from that lazy catalan-dutch-finish-pormesta-valua-however melting pot... (lots of love and don't lick any lamp posts at this time of the year). Above by the way a picture of my new, freshly refurbished and decorated room, as mentioned before, waiting for guests. The farm, der Rattelshof, has a dubious website as well that I try to find out and also post later. But enough now,
Morriens mitnand.
