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Dresden – Karl-May-Museum

If you never heard of Winnetou, the noble Apache, or Hadschi Halef Omar, the slightly comical, but incredibly loyal Arab, it will be difficult for you to share my excitement. I grew up reading Karl May’s fantastic stories about Apaches, Comanches, black horses, Indian beauties, fights with grizzly bears, Middle Eastern countries, sneaky visits to Mecca – so it was a pleasure to stand on the grounds Karl May spent the last quarter of his life at. Villa Shatterhand and Villa Bärenfett – they host a collection about May’s life and a large and comprehensive collection of North American Indian artefacts. They don’t show the scalps any more, though.

The most famous rifles of the Wild West: Henry rifle, Bear killer and Silver rifle (Henry Stutzen, Bärentöter und Silberbüchse). Any reader who grow up with these rifles and their heroic owner will stand there in awe. Whilst wondering whether Karl May actually had lost his marbles... — The most famous rifles of the Wild West: Henry rifle, Bear killer and Silver rifle (Henry Stutzen, Bärentöter und Silberbüchse). Any reader who grow up with these rifles and their heroic owner will stand there in awe. Whilst wondering whether Karl May actually had lost his marbles…

And I thought, they were fiction. So did Karl May, until he eventually decided to let them come alife.

The Karl May Museum is outside Dresden in Radebeul, easily reached by tram – it is just a 8km ride from the historical centre of Dresden.

May 12, 2014 0

Dresden – The Semper Opera

Last night we went to see Mozart’s ‘Cosi fan tutte’ in the Semper Opera. Before the 7pm performance we had booked a guided tour of the building starting at 5.45pm. The tour turned out not much of a tour but a very interesting session about the history of the building and its architect: Gottfried Semper was an interesting character who seemingly had no problems to bite the hands that fed him (he joined the group around the 1848/49 anti-royal revolution, which plotted against the kings that commissioned him to build opera houses). That said, the quality of his work was so outstanding, that the Kings still asked him to create these buildings. He build the first version of the Semper Opera (or the Saxon State Opera) in 1841. Unfortunately a devastating fire destroyed this building, so, despite his known revolutionary ambitions, he was commissioned to lead the reconstruction, apparently mostly driven by the will of Dresden’s population.

He didn’t feel safe to appear in Dresden in person, though, so he sent his son Manfred to supervise the construction work. Gottfried Semper had an interesting thought: he considered opera an illusion and he wanted this illusion to start for the spectators the moment they set foot into the opera house. Worked with me: I had a wonderful evening in the Semper Opera – from entering the building until a late dinner in the “Alte Meister” Restaurant at the Royal Palace.

May 12, 2014 0

Dresden – The Reborn

Bomber Harris – eat this! It took the brave British and American Airforce bomber only one night, the 13th of February 1945, to destroy the inner city of one of Europe’s most beautiful towns. Seeing that the Brits knighted the leader of this atrocity and erected a monument to hail his, well, whatever, bravery it MUST have been in the name of humanity. Clearly every church building and opera house in Nazi Germany was a vital cog in the Nazi’s killing machinery and thus had to be destroyed. Along with 25.000 civilians – killed in the firestorm of that night. The more admirable, that it has been restored – with the Frauenkirche becoming the crowning masterpiece of a restoration effort which was supported by generous people all over the world (who probably share some of the sentiments that I’m expressing here). Now, looking at the perfect and entirely peaceful beauty of this place I cannot find a single reason that justifies the decision of the allied force to eradicate this place and slaughter thousands of civilians. Not quite the same league as Hitler’s Nazis, Stalin’s soviets, Mao’s party cadre or Pol Pot’s Red Khmer, but the same sport: inflicting massive pain on largely innocent people and destroying cultural values. Well done, boys. Anyway, back to Bomber Harris: eat this – Dresden is back!

May 10, 2014 0

Kazakhstan – Here we go again!

Heck, I feel bad. I had a great time here in and around my hometown Munich and should have shared some of the experiences I have made: discovered a beautiful Italian restaurant just a mile from my home, had a Tschellokebab at the Persian corner not far from the central station, played a round of extremely sad golf at a beautiful parkland course just half an hour from town – basically a lot of things happened which I would have perceived as exciting, thrilling, worth to report, had they not happened around home. Strange, how one perceives exciting things less exciting just because they happen where most things happen: around home. Maybe I should make an effort to work on my perception.

But, truly exciting stuff will be happening again: I will be going back to Almaty! So, stay tuned…

Kids playing football (the real football, not the steroid pumping game designed to cater for TV ad breaks) under the Olympic Tower in Munich’s Olympic Park.

May 6, 2014 0

Still in Munich

Travelling! The bug never dies, I think. Ever since Max, who turned 8 in Dec 2013, was born, there was very little of it. Family holiday – yes. Swank hotel on Crete (Domes of Elounda, it rocks for what it is – a family and probably honeymoon place, even though I don’t quite see how that goes together. I experienced the family part and that was abso.f.ing.lutely fantastic – leave out the buffet food), business trip here and there (Bonn, the former capital of Germany a frequent destination, some trips to France, lots of journeys to lots if places for a two hour meeting), a few days in Delhi to visit a partner company – that was the extent of my travelling in the last few years. And now this trip to Kazakhstan, the great unknown. Still largely unknown, demystified, but just to an extent with a lot of curiosity still to be satisfied.

April 25, 2014 0

Back in Munich

Adventure, of sorts, is over. I am back in Munich, waiting for my family to return from Dubai. I liked Almaty and thus the part of Kazakhstan, which I could experience: no particular highlights, but all in all pleasant and full of friendly people. So, what does a family man do, when he’s all alone? He goes skiing! But not if the weather forecast for the glaciers is rather awful. So I went and played a round of golf – my first this season. And here is the first par:

April 20, 2014 0

On my way home

While I thought that I knew what it means to take the red-eye-clipper at 6.50 int the morning the term took on a new dimension with my 3.50am flight from Almaty to Frankfurt. Next stop:

April 19, 2014 0

Same same – but different

April 17, 2014 0

Almaty – Day 10 – Traffic

Traffic, as it turns out, is fairly harmless in Almaty. Pollution aside, which is horrendous, the traffic flows fairly well through the rather spacious perpendicularly aligned streets. Since the earthquake towards the end of the 19th century, which pretty much wiped out the garrison town of Verniy, as it was known then, Almaty has been rebuild with relatively wide streets which cope with the traffic quite reasonably. I have read otherwise, so bear in mind that this observation merely reflects what I have experience in the two weeks I have been here.

Cars range from oldish to new and flashy – there’s quite a selection of Bentleys on the road (sold by a local dealer), you see a lot of Porsche Cayennes and BMW X5’s, I have already mentioned the ubiquitous Toyota Landcruiser Prado. Most of them are in good shape; the local attitude towards cars is closer to the French approach then to the German “my car is my castle” attitude.

The owner of this car will be getting a ticket, won't he? — The owner of this car will be getting a ticket, won’t he?

Driving behaviour in general is very civilised, even though I have no idea what the driver of this car thought when he parked it at the stairs.

April 17, 2014 0

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