imagesIt’s dark, cold, and a bit like Silent Night Christmas Eve here tonight. Eiskalt, -6oC. But there is something in the air, and a tweet from a friend Ag gig ar son na cúise dochreidte, @ForPadraig Ceol álainn ó Cholm Ó Snodaigh. We were watching Seo Linn, Kila, and Trinitones with Pádraig all night ’till they threw us out. Closing time. At 8pm. The gig in Dublin hadn’t even started. But it was magic already. Pádraig’s room filled up with music, our eyes full of tears, his hands trying to hold on to ours, the expression on his face saying: I know all this! I recognize and remember this! I am right there, in the middle, kind’o hard to miss. Having the time of my life. Next time, next time, next time, not only will I be there again, right in the middle, in front of the stage, I’ll sell the tickets, get the t-shirts, and get really mad at the people who just don’t get it! (Of course, in a nice way:).

He was listening. Listen.

We had to honor today to be called to the door by the Chefarzt. He didn’t want to enter the danger zone, I suppose. It’s a bit like being called by the principle. When it happens, and even though you know you haven’t done any wrong, you get nervous. He told us that Pádraig had a thrombosis in his groin. Instead of instantly treating it with powerful anticoagulants he asked if it was ok to wait until tomorrow, to give them time to assess the situation better, and to allow them to talk with the surgeons and thorax experts in the UKE. The good news is (there is a bit of good news, as strange as it might sound) that the thrombosis does not seem to be very new (which would have been a bit more dangerous), it looks very safely deposited and not particularly loose, and it will not stop therapists from moving him or sitting him up in the Thekla. – I am going to do a few Google searches tomorrow morning to see if there is anything, anything at all, that Pádraig hasn’t got yet.

The Oberärztin said, trying to make a joke, that they like him so much on this ward, they don’t want to let him go. Before Pádraig could intervene telling her not to try, ever, to tell a ‘joke’ ever again, because German jokes do not work, as he told me frequently too, she corrected herself and aplogolized – of course, they want to get rid of him asap, and send him over to Haus 3 for early neuro rehab, the German-intensive kind of stuff. – That made it two failed jokes within a matter of minutes.

photoA picture can tell a thousand words. Look at this picture, closely. See you the distance between the windows and the footpath gets smaller and smaller, the hill seems to grow into the houses. We were laughing today, thinking about how people react to snow in Dublin: you’re out with your water bottles, trying to get rid of the snow. Creating dozens of local ice-rinks in the process. People slipping and falling being shown on RTE TV. Offices closing down, schools off for the week, and electric fires nowhere to be had. Instead look at the straight line of clean, snow-cleared German footpath: it was created by a machine with strong brushes in the front to brush the snow out of the way, and grit being thrown out at the back – all operated by a really bored looking driver.

Don’t forget Friday’s ‘other’ Table Quiz – a night most definitely not to be missed!!! And next Wednesday in his old secondary school Coláiste Eoin: Ceolchoirm ar son Phádraig i gColáiste Eoin.

Send us a few pictures, short videos, brief reports, interviews with the bands, and I’ll post it on the website!

There it was again – a burst of energy, drums, richtig gute Laune eh, and the good vibes! Keep all of this coming!!!

Today’s German Music Tip
Die Toten Hosen, Liebeslied (2007). Doesn’t sound like and the video doesn’t look like this was a ‘love song’…
What’s hot
Reha
What’s cold
Thromosis
The German word/phrase/verse of the day
Liebeskummer (gibt es nicht, My Darling – it’ll be tomorrow’s German Music Tip)

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