1968 is still keeping me working. Today I attended a presentation of the new edition of "Ästhetik und Kommunikation", a journal I had read (like everybody I knew) when studying in the 70s. It was THE paper to have lying around in your flat - shared, of course, the flat and the paper. The authors of this new edition were all in their 60s - of course, 40 years after their exciting years at university. Talking and listening to them was interesting, indeed. I still haven't changed my mind since the 70s, though. I was never one of them. No wonder: I started my studies at Düsseldorf university five years later. There was a gap, indeed, then!
Funny enough, my old schoolmate Silvia send me a mail today, telling me she had written about her '68 experience to a radio program on 1968. She had told them about our exam celebration in 1969 (!), when everybody was told to wear black, and guess who didn't! One single little girl sitting in the middle of the black crowd, with curly red hair, wearing a bright seagreen twopiece. Me, of course!
I had totally forgotten about it. But it must have been the talk of the day then, seeing Silvia still remembered it as an act of protest against old meaningless customs.
Those were the days...
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