June: Hello Hearts!


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Hello Hearts!

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Columnist Susanne Kaloff has a few thoughts for us every month on how to make the days and nights sweeter. So in theory, anyway ...
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We have nothing to be ashamed of. Neither for our old love for Axl Rose nor for lousy music nor for our yesterday.
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The other day at the other end of the world I was in a second-hand store, a song was playing that made me happy. The owner of the store found out for me with a phone call what song it was. I don't know where he called to get this info, but it sounded like he had his buddy at a radio station get on the line live. Okay, the whole thing was in Japanese, so I didn't understand much. While waiting, I put a lurex rag over my head that was supposed to cost three million yen - or something like that. The beautiful dress came from India, he explained to me, from the, yawn, seventies, where else, diggi, I thought. It had a huge rust stain on the back. So the rag, not the shopkeeper.
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The song was by Estelle, so not a big unknown thing, but an R&B song from 2011. More penultimate season I could not be today. The song is called Thank You, and I've been listening to this cheesy tune on an endless loop every day since. Why am I telling all this? Because it makes me happy, and because I always assume that things that make me happy might also make others happy. And that would make me very happy. The word happy (5!) has now appeared four times in this text.
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Yet happiness is our birthright . At least that's what Yogi Bhajan, my superstar, said. The curious thing is that on miserable days you completely forget that. So COMPLETELY forgotten. Should today be such a day, I would like to remind you that neither the good nor the bad, neither the beautiful nor the ugly remain, that tomorrow everything is already different again and that even Estelle is no longer where she was in 2011, and possibly regrets today having written a piece for some dolt with the line: "You're my other half without you I cannot be whole, baby."
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Since today I listen to Loving You by her, 2017, so only last season. She sings about a guy who is her soulmate, her biggest fan. Will man that, a man who is your biggest fan? Whereby, maybe an autograph session in bed would be something new. But it gets even worse: I listen to Snow Patrol. Introduce monkey with hands in front of eyes at this point, please. Make This Go On Forever (2006). Blame it on Ruhrpott. That's where I was last week for a little reading at the Literaturhaus Herne. In Dortmund I had to change to the S-Bahn, the air smelled of coal and grain. Guns 'n Roses were playing that night, leather cowls, band shirts over long-sleeved shirts, plastic bags full of canned beer, me in the middle, outwardly like an alien, inside one of them. Would have liked to go on with them, would have mingled with them, smoked, drank, bawled, would have watched Axl Rose, how he is also no longer 22, would have forgotten where I come from and where I want to go and it would have been good for a moment.
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Last night, after a date at Planten un Blomen where I ate a scoop of pistachio ice cream and chatted with my future non-husband about Buddhism, I came home frozen through. I whipped up two plates of spaghetti and discovered on my laptop that I had overlooked something vital: three episodes of the second season of Divorce! Unseen! It was comparable to the feeling when you find a ten euro bill in an old coat you once wore to a flea market instead of selling it. Oh no, a 1000 Euro bill! Uh, 1000 Euro bills don't exist, do they? Well, then a 500 Euro bill. In the 5th episode "Breaking The Ice", when Frances (SJP) meets thenew girl of her ex on the skating rink, there is a song by Yes, from 1971. It is called Starship Trooper. Small lyric excerpt: "Sister bluebird flying high above, shine your wings forward to the sun." I think that's a good ending.