Meryl…

Meryl Streep was saying really important things during her speech at the Golden Globes. It’s so important to stand up against the actual things happening. And it’s not just happening “there”, it’s happening here as well. And not just the Americans are fucked with their new “chosen one”, no, I think we all will be fucked. But thats another chapter of this lifetime.

Meryl Streep’s Golden Globes acceptance speech in full:

“Please sit down. Thank you. I love you all. You’ll have to forgive me. I’ve lost my voice in screaming and lamentation this weekend. And I have lost my mind sometime earlier this year, so I have to read.

Thank you, Hollywood Foreign Press. Just to pick up on what Hugh Laurie said: You and all of us in this room really belong to the most vilified segments in American society right now. Think about it: Hollywood, foreigners and the press.

But who are we, and what is Hollywood anyway? It’s just a bunch of people from other places. I was born and raised and educated in the public schools of New Jersey. Viola was born in a sharecropper’s cabin in South Carolina, came up in Central Falls, Rhode Island; Sarah Paulson was born in Florida, raised by a single mum in Brooklyn. Sarah Jessica Parker was one of seven or eight kids in Ohio. Amy Adams was born in Vicenza, Italy. And Natalie Portman was born in Jerusalem. Where are their birth certificates? And the beautiful Ruth Negga was born in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, raised in London — no, in Ireland I do believe, and she’s here nominated for playing a girl in small-town Virginia.

Ryan Gosling, like all of the nicest people, is Canadian, and Dev Patel was born in Kenya, raised in London, and is here playing an Indian raised in Tasmania. So Hollywood is crawling with outsiders and foreigners. And if we kick them all out you’ll have nothing to watch but football and mixed martial arts, which are not the arts.

They gave me three seconds to say this, so: An actor’s only job is to enter the lives of people who are different from us, and let you feel what that feels like. And there were many, many, many powerful performances this year that did exactly that. Breathtaking, compassionate work.

But there was one performance this year that stunned me. It sank its hooks in my heart. Not because it was good; there was nothing good about it. But it was effective and it did its job. It made its intended audience laugh, and show their teeth. It was that moment when the person asking to sit in the most respected seat in our country imitated a disabled reporter. Someone he outranked in privilege, power and the capacity to fight back. It kind of broke my heart when I saw it, and I still can’t get it out of my head, because it wasn’t in a movie. It was real life. And this instinct to humiliate, when it’s modeled by someone in the public platform, by someone powerful, it filters down into everybody’s life, because it kinda gives permission for other people to do the same thing. Disrespect invites disrespect, violence incites violence. And when the powerful use their position to bully others we all lose. OK, go on with it.

OK, this brings me to the press. We need the principled press to hold power to account, to call him on the carpet for every outrage. That’s why our founders enshrined the press and its freedoms in the Constitution. So I only ask the famously well-heeled Hollywood Foreign Press and all of us in our community to join me in supporting the Committee to Protect Journalists, because we’re gonna need them going forward, and they’ll need us to safeguard the truth.

One more thing: Once, when I was standing around on the set one day, whining about something — you know we were gonna work through supper or the long hours or whatever, Tommy Lee Jones said to me, “Isn’t it such a privilege, Meryl, just to be an actor?” Yeah, it is, and we have to remind each other of the privilege and the responsibility of the act of empathy. We should all be proud of the work Hollywood honours here tonight.

As my friend, the dear departed Princess Leia, said to me once, take your broken heart, make it into art.”

First we take Manhattan…

Back from my trip to New York since more than one week and my head is still full of everything and my heart is still beating faster when all the great memories are coming up.

After three month of working in the solitude westfjords of this beautiful country I decided to jump into the complete opposite world. I always loved to live in a big city, even Hamburg seems to me not big at all as it has a very compact centre. And Reykjavik is in this case not a big city, it is for Iceland, but not compared to the capitals of Europe. New York was always something which was so so so far away from Europe. And it still is, just closer, cause Iceland is located between Europe and America. And New York was exactly that kind of lively and quirky city I needed after one and a half year of living with the same
320 000 people in this country.

During my preparations I realized that it is not possible to see everything in eight days, so I haven’t made big plans, just the ideas in my head what I would like to see but not to be stressed out. And this totally worked for me, even if I was stressed out though. And how shouldn’t I?! After I arrived in New York with the bus, after the first unfriendly impression of America (the mood of the busdriver was ten times worse than the mood of busdrivers in Berlin), after the first friendly impression of America (Hey John!), I was surrounded by more people than I saw the last months in Iceland. But I loved this kind of stress in the first few days.
NY47And I couldn’t stop to move almost all the days. So I was walking a lot, got lost in the first day, found a great breakfast/lunch place for the next days on my lost way and was impressed by the skyline of Manhattan and the beautiful evening sunlight which painted the streets in a deep orange light. And I loved the fact that it was still around 18°C in the evenings.

I crossed the impressive Brooklyn Bridge in the morning, not many people were up that early, so I had the views almost for myself. And I loved it. Haven’t been to the “lady of liberty”, but saw her from many places in New York. I walked through Soho, Tribeca and Greenwich Village, had lunch at Oscar’s Place, was wondering about this quiet areas in the middle of Manhattan, loved the people who were strolling around with a huge bunch of dogs. I guess I saw some famous people, I am just bad at movies, characters and from time to time I just thought “Oh, I know this face, but where from?”. At Gansevoort Foodmarked I bought Icecream for 6$, cooled my feet at The High Line, took pictures of people, was smiling about the guy who was singing out of tune to famous pop songs (as “Chandelier” from Sia) straight from his heart, took pictures from streetart and inhaled the dusty city air. My feet started to hurt at 5th Ave, I felt lost between all this fake streets around that area, couldn’t enjoy enough the beautiful Flat Iron Building, strolled through Washington Square Park to find the sub back home.

Gansvoort Foodmarket

Gansvoort Foodmarket

Brooklyn Bridge, Baby!

Brooklyn Bridge, Baby!

5th Ave

5th Ave

Flat Iron District

Flat Iron District

This special day was already so full of impressions, that in the end of the day I had the feeling to explode. In a positive way. But I couldn’t sit inside and stay home, so I decided spontanious to see the band Low in Williamsburg Music Hall. I loved the place, it reminded my on Hamburg / Berlin, the venue on my favorite one in Hamburg – Knust. And I loved to be between music lovers, between all this hip bearded guys and indie girls living in this gentrificated area. I felt homey. And realised once more how easy it is to talk to people, to meet interesting one, with great ideas and to enjoy a concert without knowing each other.

And this was just the beginning of my journey. More soon….