“My intention is to show what treasures the creators of our songs left us, and not to reduce them to their fate. Of course it interests Germans how they destroyed their own culture, and this is often a topic in interviews and talk-shows. The perplexity and despair over our history is increasing with the years.” That is further nuanced: “Although the larger part of our repertoire was written by Jewish artists, our audiences perceive it as typically German. They are not aware of the religion of the composers while listening to the music. These are mutual roots, and the audiences before 1933 saw the music as typical for Berlin. I believe this was one reason for our success in Israel. This tradition was a great part of German society and of our culture, and it was a great tragedy for us that so much of it was lost.”
If you do, you will spend the rest of the day dreaming of a delicious spaghetti dish, and a good drop of red wine.
This is what happened to me, only two hours after a most exquisite supper of mixed salad (which I eat without any dressing whatsoever), fennel in cheese sauce, croquettes, and cutlets in sorghum coating. And a glass of Chianti or two.
It's a mild, rainy, at times blustery, all in all pleasantly atmospheric Saturday over here. My home team have won. I'm having a lovely cup of tea. Birds chirping like in spring. Outside temperature is 10°C (50 °F). I'm working at my desk with the window open. It's almost impossible to imagine that my friends in America are freezing in a country more than two thirds of whose surface is covered in snow.
By contrast, we haven't really had a winter this year, in the western parts of Germany - it's been more like an extended autumn.