Tag: France

If We Want to Do Better, We Can’t Forget

French and Germans were told for many years that they were hereditary enemies. The nations fought wars against each other. The borders were re-arranged again and again depending on who “won” the last war.

But times change. Even politicians realised that going forward meant forging friendships. They founded the European Economic Community in 1957 together with Italy, Luxemburg, Belgium and the Netherlands which later developed into the European Union. Many French and German towns and cities were twinned – Städtepartnerschaften it is called in Germany, Jumelage in France.

In 1939 my father went as a soldier to France. In the 1960s he was involved with building friendships between people from our town, Weinheim, and Cavaillon in the South of France. Originally twinning only involved the town officials but my father and others made it an experience for the normal people, the employees and workers of the community.

When he retired he received these two illustrated books, one in French about Germany, one in German about France.

One had been signed by three German statesmen: Annemarie Renger, Willy Brandt and Helmut Schmidt. The other had a whole page handwriten by Alain Poher, the then president of the French Senate.

To me the “lest we forget” is meaningless without adding George Santayana’s maxim:

Those who forget their history are condemned to repeat it.” 

The Cosmic Photo Challenge: Lest we forget

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Free Fariba

This banner is in support of Fariba Adelkhah who is currently detained in Iran. She lived in Strasbourg before she visited her native country of Iran and got arrested for spying and later convicted for conspiring against national security and for propaganda against the state. The banner is displayed on the front of the townhall of Strasbourg.

Monday Portrait

Meta Art

The Lascaux caves in France are amongst the most famous caverns in the world because of the paintings found on the walls, usually estimated to be 17,000 years old.

This collage about these paintings was in the Museum at Michelstadt – and unfortunately, I never wrote down the artist’s name.

The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Cavern

Through Gritted Teeth

In February this year we had some strange weather in the Upper Rhine Valley. Strong winds blew sands from the Sahara, from as far away Morocco, Algeria, Mauretania and Mali all the way to Switzerland, France and the south of Germany. It happens every few years.

As interesting as the effect was, I prefer not to breathe in my sand.

How about drinking it?

A few days ago somebody posted a photo of sand in a bottle and I commented on it and now I cant find anymore. Anyway – this is the bottle that I have, a lot less artistic. I filled this bottle myself 50 years ago with sands from Le sentier des ocres de Roussilon in the Luberon. It’s an old ocher pigment quarry in the South of France which was then open to anybody and one could just collect sand. Nowadays, there are fixed walkways and taking sands is strictly forbidden (and quite rightly so).

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Sand or Dirt