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Saying goodbye

It is a grey Monday afternoon, the rain has been soaking through my black coat for a long time. I'm still standing in the cemetery staring at the gravestone. Cold and empty it stands there, a few silver letters form the name of my grandmother, but I cannot remember her here, she isn’t present in this place any more as she was in her lifetime. She never wasted her time in the cemetery. She was on the road, she travelled the world.

That's why I too move on, leave the cemetery through the wrought-iron squeaky gate and walk through the streets of the small village. I stop at a big house in the small street called Main Road. The house is more than a hundred years old, and yet it looks very modern between the adjoining farmhouses with large stables and barns, because it is only a residential house. Its bright, even façade normally shines opposite the gloomy half-timbered houses next door, but today the white plaster façade has absorbed the rain, so that now a wooden timbre structure also faintly appears. Nevertheless, one can see that this house does not really want to stand here, between the cowsheds and a small slaughterhouse, but that it belongs to the city.

I take refuge from the rain under the overhanging shelter in front of the entrance door, and everything is so very familiar. This is where I grew up, this is where I spent a large part of my childhood, and suddenly all the memories are back. I feel it surrounding me and at the same time I am seized by a great joy and a deep sadness. I stroke over the handle of the heavy wooden entrance door and froze at the thought of entering this house probably for the last time.

I enter the far too narrow vestibule, where one has to squeeze a little under the fuse box to close the huge door again. As it falls into the lock, the whole staircase echoes and I suppress the impulse to shout "Hello!" to my grandmother, as I have always done, but I secretly expect the sound of the upper door to open. But of course that isn’t happening.

I push the heavy dark curtain a little further to the side to take the first small staircase up. Actually, it only hung there in winter when the staircase needed to be heated. But this spring nobody was there anymore to take it down, so it is still hanging here although it’s early autumn.

Here on the ground floor is actually my great-grandparents' apartment, but I only know it as it is now. Living room and bedroom have become playrooms and storage rooms, only the big kitchen is still as it must have looked in 1930: On chessboard-like black and white tiles stands an antique stove, which is still fired with wood and in winter prevented ice flowers from forming on the windows. No matter how much my grandma hated this stove, the Christmas goose was always roasted in its old stovepipe at Christmas, because it was simply too big for the modern stove in the upstairs kitchen.

At the same time the palm trees and other sensitive plants from the backyard were allowed to winter here in the kitchen slightly heated by the stove, which is why this room was always like a small jungle for me as a child. The only witnesses of this are on and under the big heavy oak table, which at some point was only used for gardening: flowerpots, watering cans, gardening gloves lie around. Clumps of earth lie scattered up to the back door, as if my grandfather had just manoeuvred the big palm tree through the door frame to the outside.

I turn around and climb the creaky stairs up to the upper floor. My grandmother's treasures stand on the landing in a motley jumble: a garden gnome stands on the floor, red, pink and orange flower pots crowd the windowsill. The plants in it used to be an equally varied mess, but now they have withered and only the scrawny stems are reminiscent of the blooming colourful past.

When I open the front door, the familiar and unique scent rises to my nose, as every apartment has, even long after the inhabitants have left. It smells of perfume and gravy, of heating oil and leather.

The smell of leather comes from the many shoes and coats that bury the wardrobe so far underneath that only the small space for the lime-green receiver telephone remains. The clothes don’t seem to fit here: Two extravagant fur coats are there, wide leather jackets in the style of the 80s and on the floor - similar to the flower pots in the hall - red, pink and orange high heels are piled up, of which one cannot imagine that they were ever worn in the dusty village street.

But they were. As long as I can remember, my grandmother always - always - wore high heels and bright colours. Like a ‘bird of paradise’, she danced between the neighbours' dung heaps, got into the orange VW Scirocco and confidently parked it backwards out of the much too narrow driveway, so that the men in the village stretched their necks, but no one dared to say anything about women and driving.

The handbags made of crocodile and snake leather, which she always carried with her - matching to her shoes of course - would probably have blown up the small wardrobe in the hallway, which is why they had their own cupboard in the bedroom.

Not the large double bed, but the bright red plush stool in front of the dressing table seemed to be the centre of this room. On the mirror cabinet in front of it, perfume bottles, make-up stuff and jewellery boxes were piled up, but on the open shelves behind the bed laid her real treasures: Asian vases and oriental glasses, African masks and Caribbean shells, all souvenirs from the many countries she had visited. When I was a little girl, I always listened to the sound of the sea through the largest shell. She told me about the first time she had tasted crocodile meat and how incredibly hot it was in the desert.

I listened to the stories in amazement until I fell asleep in the soft feather pillow.

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La Casa de Papel (engl. Money Heist)

The story is about the heist on the bank of Spain with a really crazy and very complex plan. It’s an architectural model made of cardboard and very detailed in facade and as the intro shows, also in the interior. The intro shows nothing but the model, and it often serves to  explain the complicated as well detailed plan of the robbery. It is always in the backgound when important decisions are made or something in the plan changes.

Scene in Money Heist

The architectural model is only there for representation, but doesn‘t serve its purpose to explain the plan. They need another model of the unknown part of the bank, this model is rather rough and imprecise, so it really contrasts the first model. The white architectural model is more like a symbol that stands for the complicated, detailed, perfectly scheduled plan of „the professor“, but doesn‘t really contribute to the narrative. 

The Truman Show

The dollhouse (1:05:45) The whole film is full of models: the house, the town... everything is like a full scale model, because it is artificial, made up and only there to simulate something. It gets absurd when the dollhouse is advertised in the show, like a model of a model, a representation of a representation. The dollhouse is like a symbol of Trumans World: It shows a perfect, made up bourgeois life, but nothing there is private, not even the bathrooms, exactly as in a dollhouse. The person who plays in it is like an omnipotent person who has everything under his control, like the producer of the Truman Show has. Truman becomes his “doll” to play with and so the show is about his fiction and fantasy. Just as in a dollhouse the „stage“ of Trumans life has absolute boundaries he can’t overcome.

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Each sound is designed separately and put together in the order we tossed the dice to create this composition. By following I Ching’s system different characteristics generate a single sound. Components including amplitude, frequency, dynamic, pitch, superimposition, timber and duration define individually how each tone will sound. In this case the volume is decided by the numbers 1 - 64, the musical scale is set by the chinese order of the nummers in groups and the superimposition, duration, pitch and dynamic of the tone are chosen through the appearance of the Chinese symbol and its composition.

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J.K. Rowling: “Harry Potter and the Philospher‘s Stone”

The Dursleys‘ house in Privet Drive 4

„A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen.“ - p. 18

„Nearly then years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys‘ front door; it crept into their living-room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been [...]. Only the photographs on the mantlepiece really showed how much time had passed.“ - p. 19

„The Dursleys‘ house had four bedrooms: one for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, one for visitors [...], one where Dudley slept and one where Dudley kept all the toys and things that wouldn‘t fit into his first bedroom. It only took Harry one trip upstairs to move everything he owned from the cupboard [under the stairs] to his [new] room.“ - p. 32

Language It is only a brief description, which not really goes into detail. The plain language is a sign of the normality that is symbolised with both, the writing and the architecture.

Architecture The architecture of this domestic building is very normal and lies in a tidy residential area, what emphasizes the non-extraordinary character of it. The pricate space is stuffy and shows the life of a wealthy family.

Meaning In this setting, it’s all about the values of the family respectively the society. The bourgeois middle-class architecture frames perfectly what is happening. A totally normal life, which doesn’t want to be concerned with extraordinary things, is heavily disturbed by magic. The house itself also illustrates the situation between the two boys: The one who has two rooms full of stuff and the other who lives in a cupboard, so the discrimination and unequal treatment is metaphorically shown in the described spaces.

Hogwarts and the Great Hall

„The narrow path had opened suddenly on the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.“ - p. 83

„[Professor McGonagall] pulled the door wide. The Entrance Hall was so big you could have fitted the whole of the Dursleys‘ house in it. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches [...], the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.“ - p. 85

„Harry had never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles which were floating in mid-air over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. [...] Mainly to avoid the staring eyes, Harry looked upwards und saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. He heard Hermione whisper, ‘It’s bewitched to look like the sky outside [...]’ It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn‘t simply open on to the heavens.“ - p. 87

Language Unlike Dursleys’ house, Hogwarts is described with vivid language. In very much details it tells about dimensions, materials, lights and colours, so that one can picture the space in the mind. There are also more subjective remarks on the rooms and the figurative description shows how impressed the main character is.

Architecture Everything about is seems exceptional, and compared to the middle-class architecture, it is huge and very rich. It is also very representational because it is a public institution, but in the narration of the book, it is also representational for the whole magic world.

Meaning This builiding is there to oppose the normal world, Harry comes from. It is outstanding and full of extraordinary things, which give a completely new perspective to look at them. On the other side, with its bewitched ceiling it symbolizes a world full of new opportunities to the students, where there are no boundaries compared to the real world.