Ach, was für Zeiten waren das…

Es gibt Reisen, an die ich mich zärtlich erinnere. In den meisten Fällen liegt es nicht an bezaubernden Sehenswürdigkeiten, sondern an winzigen Erlebnissen oder begeisterten Reisegefährten. Dank der Geschichten in Jan Nerudas <<Bilder aus dem alten Prag>> habe ich meine zwei Reisen nach Prag noch lebendiger vor Augen, als wären sie gestern gewesen.

Niemand würde glauben, wie schön Prag in der Nacht ist, im Glanz des Mondes. Die Menschen schlummern, die Steine sind lebendig geworden, auch in die Standbilder auf der Karlsbrücke kommt Leben. Der Hradčin, schon am Tage majestätisch erhaben, ist bei Nacht noch erhabener. Umflort von der Farbe der Finsternis, erhebt er sich hoch in den endlosen Himmel, und sein Turm, steil aufragend, reicht bis an die funkelnden Sterne. Die Moldau rauscht hymnisch, über ihrem Tal steht der Mond, der sich so manchmal von dem herrlichen Anblick nicht trennen kann; er schaut und schaut, bis ihn die eifersüchtige Sonne verscheucht.

 

- Jan Neruda, Bilder aus dem alten Prag (Arabesky a Jiné)

Charles Bridge – Vltava River – Prague Castle, December 2011

My attempt at translating the quote:

No one would believe how beautiful Prague is at night, in the glow of the moon. The people are deep in slumber, the stones alive, and even the still images on the Charles Bridge come to life. The Prague Castle, majestically imposing during the day, looks even more so at night. Veiled by the colour of darkness, it rises up into the endless sky, and its tower, rising steeply, reaches the twinkling stars. The Vltava River rustles like an anthem with the moon over its valley, that sometimes the moon cannot be separated from the magnificent sight; it looks on and on, until the jealous sun chases it away.

Leave me out with the waste

So delicate and heartbreaking.

The books are always better… right?

I don’t want to prove anything; I merely want to live, to do no one harm but myself. I have the right to do that, haven’t I?

 

- Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

Quite a number of promising movies, 3 of which being adaptations of novels I’ve read, are coming up soon. Can’t wait to check these out.

To Rome with Love

This is probably Woody Allen’s European vacation project after Vicky Cristina Barcelona and Midnight in Paris. A perfect prelude to my semester in Italy.

 

The Perks of Being A Wallflower

Ah, who could resist the free spirit of youth? Plus, Paul Rudd as a teacher? I’m already in stitches.

 

Anna Karenina

Can’t understand why Keira Knightley was cast as Anna (isn’t her Russian accent in A Dangerous Method awful?). I’m curious how dramatic the ending turns out on the silver screen, though.

 

Les Misérables

I don’t expect the movie adaptation to fare better than Victor Hugo’s masterful writing or the long-running West End musical. Anne Hathaway’s singing is painful to listen to, but yum, Hugh Jackman, yum.

 

The Great Gatsby

F. Scott Fitzgerald’s writing is not my cup of tea, but Baz Luhrmann is my all-time favourite director. A killer soundtrack, sequins and bursts of colours are a surefire way to my heart.

S for (the nearly over) Spring

Summer is officially arriving in 24 hours, but I’m not quite ready to leave the current season just yet. This is why spring has been so awesome this year:

1. Skittish, but mostly beautiful weather

It began with heavy snowfall on Easter Sunday…

followed by some chilly and cloudy afternoons…

but the days have been conveniently long and the beauty of sunsets unparalleled.

2. Scenario planning

Not usually into weekend classes (who is?), but the elective seminar on Mobility in Europe in April was pretty enriching. Particularly proud of our group’s worst-case scenario title of “Dude, Where’s My Car?” (:

Photo courtesy of TU Bergakademie Freiberg

3. Sporty adventures

Headed to the Monkey Park in der Perle in Zwickau to try out the challenge course, non-athletic as I am. Ladder climbing, flying fox, aerial rope crossing, tarzan swinging… you name it, we did it.

Photo courtesy of Sorani

4. Studententage

Tried out air trampoline and Segway for the first time in the university complex during the Studententage (Students’ Days). The activities were plenty of fun, but if you’d seen me ride the Segway, you’d not be surprised that I don’t own a driving licence.

5. Second visit to Vienna

Finally paid my favourite European city a visit after 5 years, thanks to a short family reunion. Visiting a special Gustav Klimt exhibition and exploring Vienna on my own on the last day of the trip, I was quite overwhelmed by nostalgia. I know I’ll never fall out of love with this city.

6. Saxon Switzerland hike

Hiked 21 km from Bad Schandau to Neumannmühle in the sandstone region of the Sächsische Schweiz (Saxon Switzerland) one fine weekend. Apart from a couple of challenging sections along the route, the trek was a relatively manageable one. Faced by road construction work that disrupted the bus service connecting the village of Neumannmühle to Bad Schandau, we hitchhiked our way back to Dresden.

7. Street festival

Checked out the annual Bunte Republik Neustadt last weekend. It’s a massive, youth-centric street festival that takes place in the Neustadt district of Dresden. Food stands, mobile breweries, alternative music performances and improvised dance parties sprawled the streets of the Saxon capital 3 days long.

Photo courtesy of Sorani

8. Strawberries

Went to pluck our own strawberries on Sunday in a new field in Kleinschirma, just 5 km from where we live. A perfect girls’ day out!


I wish spring would last longer, but we know time never behaves the way we want it to. May the upcoming summer be equally fantastic!

No estés lejos de mí un solo día

No estés lejos de mí un solo día, porque cómo,
porque, no sé decirlo, es largo el día,
y te estaré esperando como en las estaciones
cuando en alguna parte se durmieron los trenes.

 

No te vayas por una hora porque entonces
en esa hora se juntan las gotas del desvelo
y tal vez todo el humo que anda buscando casa
venga a matar aún mi corazón perdido.

 

Ay que no se quebrante tu silueta en la arena,
ay que no vuelen tus párpados en la ausencia:
no te vayas por un minuto, bienamada,

 

porque en ese minuto te habrás ido tan lejos
que yo cruzaré toda la tierra preguntando
si volverás o si me dejarás muriendo.

 

- Pablo Neruda, 1959

Oh how I’d missed you

Liebe Wien,

es war unbeschreiblich wunderschön, dich wieder zu sehen.

Schloss Schönbrunn, Spring 2007

Schloss Schönbrunn, Spring 2012

Top Ten Tuesday

Been a while since I last did a meme, so here’s one from The Broke and The Bookish.

Top 10 Favourite Quotes from Books

10. Nick Hornby in High Fidelity:

A good compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You’ve got to kick off with a killer, to grab the attention. Then you’ve got to take it up a notch, or cool it off a notch… oh, there are a lot of rules.

9. Fyodor Dostoyevsky in White Nights and Other Stories:

I admit that twice two makes four is an excellent thing, but if we are to give everything its due, twice two makes five is sometimes a very charming thing too.

8. George Orwell in Animal Farm:

The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.

7. David Levithan in The Lover’s Dictionary:

flux, n.

 

The natural state. Our moods change. Our lives change. Our feelings for each other change. Our bearings change. The song changes. The air changes. The temperature of the shower changes.

 

Accept this. We must accept this.

6. Daniel Kehlmann in Die Vermessung der Welt:

Wer weit reise, sagte er, erfahre viele Dinge. Ein paar davon über sich selbst.

5. Lord Byron to Lady Caroline Lamb, in Love Letters of Great Men edited by Ursula Doyle:

- If the tears, which you saw, and I know I am not apt to shed; if the agitation in which I parted from you – agitation which you must have perceived through the whole of this nervous affair, did not commence till the moment of leaving you approached; if all I have said and done, and am still but too ready to say and do, have not sufficiently proved what my feelings are, and must ever be, towards you, my love, I have no other proof to offer.

4. Ethan Hawke in The Hottest State:

Don’t you find it odd,” she continued, “that when you’re a kid, everyone, all the world, encourages you to follow your dreams. But when you’re older, somehow they act offended if you even try.”

3. Erich Kästner in Als ich ein kleiner Junge war:

Wenn ein Kind lesen gelernt hat und gerne liest, entdeckt und erobert es eine zweite Welt, das Reich der Buchstaben. Das Land des Lesens ist ein geheimnisvoller, unendlicher Erdteil. Aus Druckerschwärze entstehen Dinge, Menschen, Geister und Götter, die man sonst nicht sehen könnte. Wer noch nicht lesen kann, sieht nur, was greifbar vor seiner Nase liegt oder steht (…) Wer lesen kann, sitzt über einem Buch und erblickt mit einem Male den Kilimandscharo oder Karl den Großen oder Huckleberry Finn im Gebüsch oder Zeus als Stier, und auf seinem Rücken reitet die schöne Europa. Wer lesen kann, hat ein zweites Paar Augen, und er muss nur aufpassen, dass er sich dabei das erste Paar nicht verdirbt.

2. Milan Kundera in The Unbearable Lightness of Being:

The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man’s body. The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life’s most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?

1. Elizabeth Gilbert in Eat, Pray, Love:

There’s a reason we refer to “leaps of faith” -because the decision to consent to any notion of divinity is a mighty jump from the rational over to the unknowable, and I don’t care how diligently scholars of every religion will try to sit you down with their stacks of books and prove to you through scripture that their faith is indeed rational; it isn’t. If faith were rational, it wouldn’t be -by definition- faith. Faith is belief in what you cannot see or prove or touch. Faith is walking face-first and full-speed into the dark. If we truly knew all the answers in advance as to the meaning of life and the nature of God and the destiny of our souls, our belief would not be a leap of faith and it would not be a courageous act of humanity; it would just be… a prudent insurance policy.

Let me know if you decide to do this meme too!

Wäre am liebsten in den Boden versunken

When a German gets his hands on an adjective, he declines it, and keeps on declining it until the common sense is all declined out of it.

 

- Mark Twain, The Awful German Language (Appendix D to The Tramp Abroad)

Five years on, and sometimes I still have to double-check whether I get my adjective declension right.

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