A certain number of idlers are necessary for the development of a higher culture
/, said the Spanish philosopher Miguel de Unamuno once, and I find that extremely practical because if I were to write this myself while on vacation it would sound very presumptuous.
Actually I could have gone on vacation three years ago, because at that time I had no financial worries and two blogs at the “FAZ”, which the newspaper, as it had told me, no longer wanted to continue due to a panning to podcasts.
In those cold days there was a wave of flu over Europe. I had spent the last few weeks caring for my family, who had been hit hard.
I even moved in with them for this purpose: At such moments you understand how important health and family are, and what emptiness there is in the apparent prestige of writing for the once famous feature section of Frank Schirrmacher, who died in 2014.
At any rate, I could have done a lot back then, because the patients had survived the flu, spring began, and I actually had an invitation to Italy to meet friends who would have welcomed me a few days earlier.
Instead, three years ago today I got into my roadster and drove to Berlin, because WELT had offered me to continue the blogs.
As a free scorer, as they said there, and that's why I'm writing this text and you are reading it here.