Once again I'm sitting here at the head of my table and listening to my thoughts, which flutter like the butterflies I'll soon be expecting on the terrace, only not on it, or rather in the air above it.
(Oh, if only the namesake of the black mourning butterfly had had a little more humor, “Flatter Tod” would have been nice too.
The beat of time would have been on his side. Well, there are plenty of missed opportunities in history, why not this one? It wouldn't do justice to the fluttering of the butterflies if it only took place ON the terrace, then they would crawl around on the laboriously laid stones.
From a purely linguistic point of view, it would be more correct to say that they flutter OVER the terrace, while we and our multi-legged friends are usually on the terrace when we go out, and only find ourselves above it for a short time when we have a lot of urge to move.
However, in terms of time, our time spent in the airspace of the terrace is so marginal that we can ignore this moment and everyone will understand that when we ask about the whereabouts of a jointly produced child who is jumping rope in the area of the place just mentioned can answer with "on the terrace" without being plagued by linguistic remorse, although the correct answer would of course be "terrace, on - over - on - over..." which is why the term UP is definitely used for the flightless creatures enforced, which makes sense.
So, to close the circle, back to the fluttering thoughts, they neither flutter up nor over, but only in my brain, the brain matter that I call my own. They flutter happily from one synapse to the next, driven by the brain waves, and bring with them strange things. Sometimes I don't even want to know where they found what they brought me. Not that it's really disturbing to me what they're bringing to me, but I do ask myself the question, why is he bringing this to me now? Such an internal “How did you come up with that now?” – At this point I will spare myself any attempt to joke about a “you” to myself; other, much more talented personalities have already done that with more or less bravura brought, then I don't have to take it up again now.
Thoughts are malicious little beasts, some of them shoot through your head without leaving open wounds, which as someone dependent on life can still be seen as positive, but it becomes fatal if this is the case, i.e. when you think about it Don't act badly, someone whose yarn you would have liked to have spun for a while longer, whose trail you would have wanted to follow, if you don't take immediate mental action, he will be gone.
Coffee anyone? – Or a strange coincidence?
It's a bit like going into the kitchen to make coffee, half way there the cat screams, as a caring cat slave you immediately come to the conclusion that the poor animal is hungry and tell us this loudly and unmistakably, whereupon we don't We can now diligently comply with this request in order to remedy hunger, now it is a quirk of nature that we do not write down incidental tasks and ideas such as making coffee directly in the big task book of the brain's convolutions, but, because it is immediately done, It's just a few simple steps, we carry it around with us open, so somehow already closed in our heads but loosely, when, as mentioned, the local roof rabbit falls in our way and the idea of making coffee begins to evaporate, we still have it , but with every second of feeding the cat it becomes more translucent, fades, until finally the only thing on our mental to-do list is feeding the cat and then going to the kitchen.
When we get to the kitchen, we stand there like the proverbial watered poodle, what in God's name do we want in the kitchen, yes, it's nice here, there's also sandwiches, so we spread ourselves some bread first, food is always good , except in football. We complain about the cut, but are sure that it wasn't the salami that brought us here, but what then? Cheese bread smeared for the journey and then it comes, everyone knows it, everyone has done it before and other people smiled at them with a grin up to their cheeks, no, don't take a bite of the cheese bread, although yes that too, but not mainly, that's just for that purpose that the bread in our hands has meaning and that we don't embarrass ourselves in front of the entire family. So we stroll through the rooms at home with the alibi stulle as if through an exhibition in the Berlin Egyptian Museum, not looking for the bust of the beautiful Nefertiti, but for the point at which we previously made the decision to haunt the kitchen and there... Yes what?
“When will the coffee be ready?”
Coffee, damn axe, so that's it, stupid cat, now it's time to keep calm, we answer with presence of mind:
“Right now, do you want a sandwich too?”
The last word escapes our jaws as we stand in front of the kitchen door, but now quickly, of course it's taking an unexpectedly long time, we're not safe yet, so prepare the coffee, turn on the machine, then complain loudly but indistinctly and over your shoulder call:
“It’s still dragging on, I think we have to descale the machine again!”
Back in the living room, just holding the last bite of cheese sandwich in our hand towards the chewing bar, we witness the documented and traditional statement of the eldest descendant of the family, who poses the question to the male head of the family:
“Dad, did you notice the temporal congruence? Every time mom feeds the cat, the coffee machine has to be descaled.”
Exactly the same, only without kitchen, coffee, mother, father, cat, sausage and cheese sandwiches and descendants of every generation, it is the same with the thought that comes through, if we don't take action immediately, as mentioned, he will be gone, and only in his own We can still see the meteoric tail, but it wouldn't have been that bad. So what else is left for us? We struggle laboriously along the path we have taken mentally, following the thoughts we have just thought through or at least thought about, switching our inner eyes to a panoramic view and hoping that the fugitive will once again be able to see the wide firmament of the world The inside of his skull flares up so we can catch him and imprison him for further consideration.
Once we actually get hold of the little lout, it's time to get hold of him. Some people still use a little book of ideas for this, others simply think ahead with the idea, regardless of the risk of letting everything else that was previously thought of fall into disuse, I, in turn, write I send myself a message on a message client, so I always have it ready when I write my texts and can even reply to myself. Don't worry, I haven't started communicating with myself via messenger for hours, although my thoughts do like to discuss things, but in the head and the rest of the body they usually don't get unduly involved.
What does he want?
There's been a lot to think about lately, private things that I don't really want to, don't want to, won't spread here, but also public things. The latter in particular is quite thought-provoking and even strange, strange in both respects, so according to the traditional method, strange, funny, strange, but also worthy of being noticed.
Let's take the slapstick that the President of the United States of America generously made available to us as head of entertainment at the US Embassy. You just have to let it sink into your own brain to really enjoy it. This person, it's been handed down and probably scientifically proven, even if there are rumors to the contrary, he's a person with a soft spot for everything white , who himself has an investigation into a possible arrangement with Russia regarding the US presidential election, although interference by Russia has already been proven, just the arrangement has not yet been proven. So this president is sending us a Greetings Kasper who is now trying to constantly impose political regulations on Europe, especially Germany, he even goes so far as to announce that he supports certain political currents and tendencies in elections. When will someone tell Heini that what is not welcome in the USA is certainly not welcome in Europe? His boss has problems at home because of Russia and is following the same path here with us? Old Swede, you have to get that first. The developments around this topic are a bit like gawking on the highway.
When it comes to the topic of Russia, a thought strikes me and comes back to mind, a thought that has already flashed past me in a blasphemous circle. The Football World Cup is taking place in Russia this year.
Fredl Fesl already knows how to report “and at the end of the championship, you know whoever achieves the most, whoever is the champion of the world, also gets the most money.”
So you're sitting together with friends in a friendly atmosphere, and of course the topic turns to summer and the upcoming World Cup - a time that people who aren't fond of football like to use for shopping. I have to admit, I like sports, there are sports that I like to watch on TV, including football, but for me there is hardly anything less interesting than a football - European Championship or World Cup, so we sat in a friendly circle and thought about what What we could do with our free time, shop in empty supermarkets, go to empty cinemas or, something rare for us, or rather impossible, as a local, go to the beach in the summer, in my case rolling and not immediately stumbling over any tourists Then sit happily in the local bars and indulge in the World Cup with various non-alcoholic, more or less alcoholic beverages. The locals almost alone on the beach, when does something like that ever happen? It's not that rare, after all, there's always something going on, but the best thing is football, regardless of whether it's the World Cup or the European Championship.
Beach party then and now
Oh yes, a beach party, but almost impossible given the amount of control required and why? Because of the destruction of other people's property by whomever, but bottles of former alcoholic content lying around make a clear, if speechless, statement in the direction of a "beach party". What is actually wrong with people today?
Short reminder mode…
Back when we were still the youth of today, there were these beach parties, which are as old as the settlement of the coast. Anyone with a slight inclination towards romance has a “Hachjaaa” moment when in a film the protagonists are sitting on the sand by the sea at sunset on a warm summer evening, the last rays of the, as mentioned, (because the timing is planned that way and it is). relatively punctual, you can adjust your sundial) The sun is about to set, warming those sitting on the beach a little and being reflected on the waves, the sun's rays, not the protagonists, which is probably due to the camera angle, this sight makes your stomach tingle of the romantically gifted viewer.
A lot can be said about the weather at the end of the northern German inhabitable land mass, but in addition to wonderful gray, we can also see sunset here, but not just as described above with light reflections on the waves, no, for us it depends on the tide (low tide, Tide, rising or falling water - well, tide) also with light reflections on the seabed, i.e. mudflats, which also have a striking and really disturbingly beautiful wave pattern. This sight is at least as romantic as the one described above, but for the coastal dweller it means something much deeper, namely home, home. When you can finally go home to the dike again after a long time at a technical college or university, an evening on the beach is almost a given. Just let your mind wander and enjoy the reflections of the light, plus a slight onshore wind (the wind blows over the sea and mud flats towards land), with the slightly salty smelling sea air blowing around our noses, then a lot of stress falls away and you are back home.
It gets funny when the wind drives a dark cloud in front of it, the first people immediately start to pack their things, these are the tourists who are there for the first time, the first drops fall, the first tourists are already at the car , those who have been here several times before, more or less driven by the water power of the rain, also begin to pack their things and rush, stumbling, towards the family carriage. The rain indicates that it is not getting any better, the coastal resident checks the wind direction, the tide and gets up, packs up, not without occasionally looking at the wind and weather with his hands on his hips, packs up and also strolls towards the four walls at home, knowing that rain isn't that bad, most of it goes away and you don't have to water the garden tomorrow.
Somehow I strayed from the topic of beach parties, of course we celebrated beach parties, of course sometimes in an open beach chair, many of us, or our parents, always had a beach chair on some part of the beach, we could use it, or it was looking for ones that were open. But the nicest thing was actually sitting together on our jackets, when we also had them with us on blankets, close together and listening to music from the beach-friendly boombox. We took our rubbish back with us, neither we nor the beach chairs or other other people's property were harmed - and that's exactly where the difference lies, we were also chaotic, loud and disruptive, but we were always tempted not to really break anything.
Nevertheless, to slowly get back to the topic, we could theoretically have a beach party, since the majority of tourists are hanging out in the various bars and will be watching the World Cup. They then refer to the whole thing as “public viewing”, an anglicism, which always brings tears of fun to the eyes of the English, in the English-speaking world it is used to describe, among other things, the public inquest, but that's how we Germans are, always ready to speak foreign languages.
The final pairing has already been decided
From a purely historical perspective. France against Germany. From where I know this? Well, as the story goes, both nations weren't really able to send anything to Russia during the winter. The Winter Games in Sochi were another example of this. This time both nations were prepared for Father Frost and equipped accordingly, and in the case of the biathletes even had sufficient ammunition, but had to be content with 6th and 10th place. In comparison, in South Korea in 2018 there was a strong second place for Germany and, up one place, 9th place for France.
If one or the other is now asking themselves how on earth you can come SECOND in biathlon when you have a shotgun with you, now since they count the ammunition beforehand, the number of finishes has increased dramatically and there are actually times second and subsequent places. Running is now important, not just good aiming and shooting.
So who is in the running for the World Cup? France or Germany? Let's ignore the cavalry peoples who marauded through Russia several times for now; that would be too complicated and the topic would no longer be accessible to a layperson.
To be honest, I really don't like it, I just see a lot of money being pumped into some kind of fan merchandise, the teams celebrating together, national pride everywhere and after the World Cup the wounds are being licked when history wasn't right and the barefoot Iranians Become world champion, why barefoot? Because Nike doesn't want to deliver shoes because the boss is bitchy with the Iranians.
Will only those who have died win again?
What remains is a lot of rubbish and in a few the feeling of shared national pride, which will waver back and forth in these few until the next European Championship, filling their inner emptiness and making them remain in the mistaken assumption that everyone is united, but They would be the people and they would blare that to the world around them at every opportunity. Does that make the World Cup bad? No, not at all, after all, the few always find some reason to scream, shout, chant.
So, I wish everyone who can enjoy a World Cup a lot of fun, and everyone else good luck and joy in shopping and planning public viewing-free parties.
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