Siddhartha by Herman Hesse

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Reread Siddhartha by Herman Hesse. It is a spiritual journey this book. It is for all who are lost right now. I was surprised to learn that Hesse was forgotten as a writer till he was rediscovered by the Hippies in the sixties and suddenly it was boomtime for him in the US and then Germany.

I am seventy going on eighty and I Tweet

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You wait Mr. Grump
In Your doting age
For the reaper to turn the light off
Your life Mr. Grump is a brittle page
Who knows how long you can write on
To write on
You are seventy going on eighty
Papa es ist Zeit zu denkt
Besser achtung
Etre prudent et prudent
Papà, sei sul limite 
You are seventy going on eighty
Your teeth no longer align
Eager young orthodontists
Et les coquins
Offer you food and wine
For your stomach unkind
Unknown now world of women
Angry though tired and weak are you
Perhaps because of  your kin
You wanna be wiser not older
You should have told’em
When you could
Now you are seventy going on eighty
Who’ll take care of metoo?
I know I’ve been a knave
Fellows I meet say stop your damn tweets
Alas this I ain’t gonna leave
I am Seventy going on eighty  and now 
C in C
I will tweet and tweet and tweet.
You wait little girl

On an empty stage

for fate to turn the light on

Your life little girl is an empty page

that men will want to write on

To write on

You are sixteen going on seventeen

Baby, it’s time to think

Better beware

Be canny and careful

Baby, you’re on the brink

You are sixteen going on seventeen

Fellows will fall in line

Eager young lads

and rogues and cads

will offer you food and wine

Totally unprepared are you

to face a world of men

Timid and shy and scared are you

of things beyond your ken

You need someone older and wiser

telling you what to do

I am seventeen going on eighteen

I’ll take care of you

I am sixteen going on seventeen

I know that I’m naive

Fellows I meet may tell me I’m sweet

and willingly I believe

I am…


Waiting for the Midnight Special to Shine a Light on Me in Munich!


There can be nothing more daunting and lonely than waiting for a Midnight train in a foreign city. We actually got disoriented in the fog as we reached our destination station and started walking in the wrong direction. No pedestrians at night. Then luckily because I had bought some coffee from the local Rewe shop I took that as a guiding post although in the night with its bright lights on the side wall and christian crosses it looked more like a church. Finally the sight of the flashing and red and blue lights of the gas station next to our hotel led us to our hotel and home. There was a man standing in his balcony and smoking a cigarette and I asked him about the direction of the hotel. My German vanished into the cold night and his English was not adequate enough to help us. He just gave a very European shrug and off we went pushing the pram with my little grandson in it and the other five year old in tow and my daughter beside me. She as is not  unusual went into panic mode and befuddled me. She kept insisting that is not Rewe, it is a church. Thank God for the arabica coffee I had bought in the morning, we reached home safely.

Mystery of the Onion Domes on Munich Towers


Anyone not familiar with southern Germany and especially Bavaria is surprised by the onion domes on towers in and around Munich and even on churches. These I have found are the remnants of the Austrian empire. They also represent  the victory of the Catholic church over the Protestant. Thus traditional spires are abandoned in favour of the more Russian looking onion domes. The architectural reason given is that onion domes do not gather heavy snow on the dome tops during the winter season.


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