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.”


good souls…

As I turn to you and I say

Thank goodness for the good souls
That make life better
As I turn to you and I say
If it wasn’t for the good souls
Life would not matter.
(Starsailor – good souls)

As I passed a difficult time, caused by the loss of daylight and some big rocks on my way, I see a light in the sky. It’s called sun. And it feels good to feel the days getting longer, the people nicer, this island more welcoming even if there are still snowstorms and icy temperatures. Maybe there are more reasons than just the longer days and the less darkness. I decided to punch this winter depressing mood in the face with action, with meeting new people, with fun. Not always easy when you feel like staying home but in the end you are a happy person when you come home after a nice roadtrip with people which you soon see as new friends. And suddenly you feel alive again, you start to communicate with your friends at home, with strangers, with your real family, with the chosen one in the westfjords, with old schoolfriends. And you see that all of this is worth to step closer, to stay here in that place.

This goes out to the good souls, to  my (music) friends in Hamburg (yay, in less than two months there will be Husum Harbour), to the closest ones with whom I can share fears, thoughts, happiness, to my family who are happy when I am happy, to my visitors who will come in april, may, june, july and august and whom I can show why I can’t come back and have to travel further. This goes out to the people I never met in real life, but with whom I already had interesting conversations about living, loving and about inspiration. And to the people I already met but who are even more far away than my homecountry, the people I met at my journeys or at their journeys, this people are sometimes as close as they would live next to me. A good heart knows no distance.

I need all of you, I need your inspiration, your spirit, your thoughts, your laughter, your ideas, your feelings. Thanks for that!


Fernweh / Heimweh

“You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.”
(Miriam Adeney)

Ich bin seit sieben Monaten da, wo mich das Fernweh noch vor sieben Monaten hingetrieben hat. Ich bin quasi zu hause im Fernweh und es fühlt sich sehr gut an, es fühlt sich für einen Moment so an, als wäre das Fernweh gestillt. Jedenfalls für diesen Ort. Naja, nicht gestillt, denn meine Entscheidung noch ein bisschen zu bleiben habe ich aus dem Gefühl heraus getroffen, dass ich hier noch nicht fertig bin. Hier im Fernweh.

Doch mit der Zeit ist dieses Fernweh gewachsen, durch Begegnungen, die schon vor meiner Reise ins Fernweh meine Wege kreuzten, schon lange lange bevor. Aber auch durch Begegnungen die mir hier tagtäglich “passieren”. Die Menschen, deren Geschichten, deren Flausen im Kopf, deren free spirit, deren Ideen. Die kreuzen sich dann mit meinen Geschichten, meinen Flausen, meinen Ideen und lassen meinen free spirit wachsen. Und ich lasse jedes Mal einen kleinen Teil von mir in diesen Begegnungen, gebe ein Teil von meinem Herz mit auf den Weg in dem Glauben, dass mich der Weg einmal zurück zu meinem Stück Herz treiben wird, egal wo dieses hingereist ist. So wächst das Fernweh auch hier nach dem Weg der dahin führt, wo wieder Geschichten, Ideen, Flausen auf mich warten und mich wachsen lassen, während ich wachse.

Der Weg hat kein fassbares Ziel, mein Ziel ist ichsein, was immer das heißen soll. Aber den Weg bin ich bisher gern gegangen, wenn auch ich manchmal eine Sackgasse bis zum Ende gehen musste um sie zu erkennen. Wenn auch der Weg nie gerade ist, denn es gibt soooo viele interessante Abzweigungen, Umwege und roundabouts, in denen man sich manchmal bis einem kotzübel wird im Kreis dreht. Und auch wenn ich manchmal “vom Weg abgekommen” bin, war es auch dieser wert, ihn zu gehen, zu rennen oder zu kriechen. Denn auch diese Wege führen letztendlich zu dem was wichtig ist.

Und vielleicht führt mein Weg mich eines Tages wieder zurück, dahin wo ich hergekommen bin. Denn ein Stück meines Herzens, ein großes Stück, verweilt auch dort und wartet auf mich, wartet bis mein Fernweh / Heimweh so groß ist, um auch dieses Stück einzusammeln.