A city defining itself about caring
less? Berlin. Sitting on the rooftop terrace of my hotel I reviewed this past
weekend in the city – which apparently accepts everyone – and came to even this
conclusion. Berlin symbolizes the full range from Chanel to Kebab. Especially
during Fashion Week this city gains a special sort of glamour it misses the
rest of the year, nevertheless the desired laisser-faire
seems forced. People need absolutely to fit the lifestyle the city imposes
without reconsidering their perspectives. Everyone looks great in their special
understanding of fashion anyhow I gained the feeling the city gets exploited
from the rest of the nation. Two times a year the
media-film-important-en-vogue-crowd overruns the hottest locations in town,
celebrating an art-short-movie or the newest collection of an average talented
designer before leaving behind the sleeping beauty, sucked by dry.
Back to Munich I attended one of the
last performances of this years opera season. Watching Violetta Valéry die I
began to understand the story of Berlin – La Traviata, the one who lost her
way. Loved by the right, sabotaged by the wrong while never forgetting to party
hard, in the end perishing of tuberculosis – a rather disillusioning goodbye.
So what is it about this nonchalance
in life we all may appreciate about the atmosphere a city like Berlin is able
to give? A whatever place to feel
free? Actually I have to admit that is quite easy passing the days never
thinking what may happen tomorrow. We may believe it doesn’t matter in any case
– carpe diem in a modern understanding? But is it really a form of making the
best of the day living the moment or do we simply appreciate the freedom of thoughtlessness?
Somehow a reaction on the overload we are confronted with every single day. It
might seem easier letting everything behind but was Violetta right singing the
famous words of being free forever? Is a friendship with a moment at least more
than a love-story with our life, while forgetting in our immense compulsion to
be free that maybe the evanescent delight shouldn’t be a regular on our daily
party? Maybe our bright entity permits only this certain kind of friendship
because love somehow hinders a free spirit by regulating the own structures of
being. What is it about my troubled soul,
that nothing ever was able to set you in flame? What joy should it be to love
and be loved and why do I reject it? For this life of pointless enjoyment? So
Violetta’s words at the end of the first act.
At last we all should thank Berlin
for being the free city we all escape to, if the rules of life restrict us that
much. Being the way it is without thinking what others may hold us from. Sempre libera – free and aimless turning
to the new delights, that make the spirits soar. La Traviata in a very
unconventional understanding. Maybe we all should stay Berlin for a night –
living the spirit just for a moment simply looking great.
Cheers
Lorax
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