at Frankfurt airport, 2.5 hours till flight, wheelchair checked in. Work time, I guess. And fb. The weirdest thing in Germany this time was British: last night, I am listening to one of the most famous and best choirs in the world (Trinity, Cambridge), and they sing beautiful contemporary sacral music (ok, by white men, but at least living ones), ending in a resounding requiem that echoes through the high spaces of the Dom (where the emperors of the Holy Roman Empire were elected, all kinds of histories alive in the destroyed old town of Frankfurt, the old Jewish graveyard, contemporary Stolpersteine memorializing deported people, where Germany was first united in the Paulskirche by democrats like the brothers Grimm, where Holocaust memorials and plaques of JFK vie for space). We are somber, and touched: in paradisum deducant angeli, may the angels receive them. Massive applause. And then a Da Capo: some freakin barbershop. #overlapping audiences #Idontthinkso #revisitingmypaststoo
Posted on: Sat, 20 Jul 2013 06:47:11 +0000