7 Sep 2008
I saw Cabaret (in English) in a small cinema in Bad Godesberg (near Bonn). I had gone to the cinema with a German couple - her mother had organised the escape of her Jewish best friend into Switzerland. I can still feel the utter chill and sense of ... desolation I felt then on watching this piece. Thank God for the old man in the cap.
7 Sep 2008
John M. J.
Ah, Bad Godesberg am Rhein. How well I remember it and its Art Nouveau villas and gracious mansions, and its civilised Corps Diplomatique. Gone now, of course, with the rush to Berlin. It's Philipp von Bismarck who stands out for me from those years und Die englische Verein and its Kricket-Verein.
The old man in the cap is we, you and I, and all the others here and on many other sites just like this one, who are attempting to turn back the tide of Islamophiliac stupidity like some modern day Canutes, by simply refusing to take part in the madness – the madness which is Islam in our case, the madness which was Nazism in his case. Are the two so different? I think not!
That, of course, is the point of my post! But, and but, how do we control them and ensure our own civilised survival without singing songs like that one. Answer me that, if you can!