T. rang the doorbell for the weekly weekend journey to a bouldering gym with the siblings. The last weeks I hadn't gone because I felt too sleepy.
We went to a gym in the bowels of a post-war building, past a glass door and an Edeka. It was fairly empty. So we didn't need to wait for other boulderers before we could begin. Soon Gi. — who had been delayed by road closures due to the Berlin Half Marathon — joined us, too. My siblings can do difficulty level 4 and 5 courses, but after doing two difficulty level 1 course and one level 3, I ran out of steam. My hands felt too painful to keep going; because since I haven't bouldered lately the skin isn't hardened enough, even if I apply a lot of chalk. That said, regularly cooking and washing dishes by hand for at least 2 months has serendipitously strengthened my arm muscles.
In the meantime, our mother has impulsively ridden the train off to her hometown to meet for coffee with some of our uncles and aunts. She'll be back tomorrow, and so far the journey seems to have been a nice slice of family and early spring flowers in the German countryside.
The past week has been a change from routine in more ways, too.
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Yesterday, I took photographs and notes on a protest about American politics, and saw part of the Berlin Half Marathon festivities as well as a pro-Palestinian protest on the way.
The weather was too cold and windy for (probably) any of us to enjoy standing for over an hour, although I was pleased that my hands weren't too chilly to operate my pen or smartphone.
To go on a tangent: I'm a bit surprised that more American expatriates aren't protesting. It's true that having worked for a US company I understand the concern that political activity can kill a career if one nosy person complains. Yet I don't see the efficacy of sitting at home on one's rear end, if one wants a change. Admittedly I think this skepticism is stronger because I have the chance to see that action is effective firsthand in my amateur journalism: it's not possible to raise awareness of points of view or of how strongly they're held if I have no people and no signs to photograph in public, whereas from the moment people and signs appear in public, the nucleus of a blog post or social media post exists. Passersby respond in real time, too.
Besides I think there's a basic logic to political activity. The more people stay quiet, the easier it remains to retaliate against employees for holding political opinions in their personal lives. It may get worse and worse indefinitely. But if everyone were to firmly state their (reasoned) opinions, employers would have no replacements left to hire.
Regardless, on Saturday the American protest's organizers struck a cautious note about demonstrating being effective. 'This isn't activism,' a speaker in her fifties told the audience, 'this is just for community. We need to go out and do more after this.' Voting, writing letters to Congresspeople, donating, and repeating all of the above, was what she and others advised. But the speakers' outlook on the efficacy of voting was also pessimistic, because the SAVE Act could undo any hope of voting from abroad. Privately I'm wondering if even a general strike would make any difference to improving civic life in the United States; I suspect that workers' rights in general and labour unions in particular are a lot weaker now than they were during the 1960s, for example, so employers could easily throw people out of work. Do I think, on a personal level, that it's sad and angering that US citizens seem to be reduced to begging for democratic rights, which we've been told for decades were practically copyrighted by the States? — Yes.
The speaker did strike a note of optimism when she recounted the story of Mary Manning, the Irish store clerk whose refusal to handle produce from apartheid South Africa ended up playing a large role in the economic boycotts of the 1980s.
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Returning to personal life, the other departures from routine were, for example, our trip to an Irish pub last weekend. The pub: exposed brick walls in a pre-war residential building with peeling plaster, English Premier League games on the 'telly' and loud whoops from the audience, and bubbling table surfaces that seemed to be made from orange laminate that doesn't take well to acidic cleaning liquids. One of the waitstaff was Irish, judging by the stereotypical lilt, and she called something 'grand' when she was pleased. The restaurant outing was a reward after a bicycle outing to the Drachenberg, a hill in the southwest of the city that was also teeming with other Berliners out for exercise and a panoramic view of the city. We all ordered fish and chips, except for T., who had a chicken burger.
The weather was and is still kind of grim, the trees largely still ashen as they were in winter. But in addition to all the other flowers I've mentioned in past weeks, the intense blue hyacinth blossoms are also out, as well as sparkling golden maple tree blossoms. The green hazel foliage and lilac leaf buds, too, are more intense.
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