In-between generations.

Previously on autoethnography in Moscow: Day 1. I arrive in Moscow for a week to take a closer look at the roots of cultural structures I still have inside of me despite living most of my life in Germany (and to visit friends and family).

Day 2, 3 and 4. I encountered how a political system is embodied in work ethics. And how a generational conflict can be seen everywhere, including family, music and contemporary art.

When visiting my family I get an instant update on everyone’s problems. My sister recently quit her job for various reasons. Sound reasons, in my eyes. My grandmother cannot understand why she is not taking some sort of work, just not to be unemployed. At first it simply sounded like a conflict between generations. But after considering some conversations I found a political system at work. My grandmother was born in 1932. So, practically she spent all of her life in a system where work was above all. Having no work was inconceivable. In Soviet times you had to pay penalties for your own unemployment; you even could have been put into jail. “He who does not work, neither shall he eat.” A passage from the bible interestingly found in the roots of socialism as Lenin himself imagined it. A fusion of religion and atheism under the same motto.

To get my head clear of other people’s problems, I go to a jazz concert. It was in a small club and while waiting for the second part of the performance, I observe the audience. I am sort of astonished. Most of the people looked like they were at an Eminem show. I wondered whether jazz fans in Russia have another dress code. But when the band entered the stage, they were accompanied by a hip hopper and the result was amazing. It was a fusion of old and new, combined to the genre of Jazz rap. To quote Wikipedia: “[…] the genre ‘was an attempt to fuse African-American music of the past with a newly dominant form of the present, paying tribute to and reinvigorating the former while expanding the horizons of the latter’.”

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While listening to the music I think about different approaches to being in-between generations. Yes, the one has all the energy but not the wisdom, the other has the experience but not the impartiality towards the world. Probably conflicts between generations are as archaic as there are humans. They occur within one single culture, within one single family. But instead of conflict one might think of it as a fusion.

When arriving home, I search Spotify for Jazz rap music. Here is a treat I want to share with you.

This post ist part of the Blogging 101 task and I shall identify my ideal audience in this post. To be honest my ideal audience does not have a dress code yet. At least, I am not aware of it. So, if you enjoyed this post, please leave a comment telling me who you are.

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Chicken with pasta or meat with rice?

‘No, yes, no, yes, yes, no, yes, yes, yes, no, yes, no, yes, yes, no.’

While waiting in line for passport control I mentally check the various destinations of the departures schedule I’ve been and haven’t yet been to. Under the  schedule an informational video is showing a woman in 3D with Lara Croft breasts presenting the ideal behaviour during a security check. Putting the keys from her pockets into her purse. Taking the liquids out of her purse and […] I don’t beep. […]

Flying to Russia sometimes feels like travelling with unbehaved children, who don’t think of the consequences or the fact there are rules out there that are actually observed. The children in that particular case are the majority of grown-up Russian travellers. I used to be Russian and am for more than 14 years  a German citizen now. That, of course, does not qualify me for being thoroughly German. Nor Russian. Nor anything concrete. It qualifies me for being in-between and annoyed by excessive chaos and order alike.

When you leave ground, after the first couple of seconds the reality of the world surrounding you looks like a carpet covered with toys. After several minutes all you see is a patchwork rug, that eventually shows more and more areas with forests as you approach Eastern Europe. So, I am flying to Moscow for a week to visit my family and friends. I do that about twice a year. Recently I started to notice that I am having a tendency of being emotionally confused before and after the trip. Leaving country and most of the family at 7 years of age of course left unresolved things inside of me. But there is more to that. I am actually interested how culture triggers identity and thus making a quick auto-ethnography while being there. (Yes, I am aware that the words quick and ethnography in one sentence is close to blasphemy. I’m juggling with different approaches to deal with having almost no time in the field.)

Day 1. It is late afternoon, I am above the clouds. Lunch is about to be served. A woman next to me reads an article in the newspaper about the state of the rouble. In case you don’t know, it is not in a good state. The falling price for oil, which is the main export of Russia and the sanctions and…the woman with the newspaper is now chatting vividly with her neighbour. The two older Russian women, not knowing each other before, bonded over the topic of their children and grandchildren who live in Germany. The grandchildren hardly speak any Russian anymore. The topic switches to the refugees. Germany will be swallowed by Muslims. Now they have to look for other countries to live in. They might even go back to Russia. Going back is an interesting topic.

I order a still water and orange juice. When booking a Russian airline – and they are worth flying – keep in mind, alcoholic beverages are not served. Because of frequent disturbances with drunk passengers. Some clichés just nail it.

I have been asked a lot of times whether I want to go back to Russia. Until last March I never had an answer. But let me go back a little bit further. Crimea. As a kid I spent my holidays there, when it was still part of the Soviet Union. I was in Israel when Crimea became Russian. Who is right in the conflict? I’ve heard good arguments and bad lies on both sides. But one certain thing that happened: the Ukraine crisis triggered my self identification with my Russian side. I started to think more about it. I started to get angry at the West because it had a tunnel view and people were believing apparent manipulations by the media. Russia was the equation: Putin eats little children. There was no understanding of the fact, that there are real people living there. With a heart, soul and digestive system. If there is a tendency of Russian people having a restricted perspective on the world, the people of the West were suddenly not so much behind. The truth is, I probably felt personally hurt. A stupid thing, I agree. Despite living most of my life in Germany, I felt like the Russian part of me is being hit. Politics triggered identity.

Last March though, I changed my mind. It was while visiting Russia. Suddenly I felt an emotional distance. For the very first time in my life I had the clear understanding of the fact that I never want to go back to live there. It was almost like I looked into a mirror and saw that the dress I was wearing was not my style anymore. The only thing that was keeping it on me was the nostalgia. Well, now, sitting in the airplane to Moscow and smelling the microwave food, I feel that the nostalgia is not in a dress, but in my heart, soul and digestive system. I might not be Russian anymore, by papers and by style. But part of me always will be. Benedict Anderson talked about Imagined Communities when describing how people feel part of a community they don’t know face-to-face. Maybe I can identify some structures in myself while being there. The cultural baseline, so to speak. So, follow me!

One Day Delay.

Around seven years ago I took part in a documentary filming. It led from Berlin, through Warsaw, through Vilnius, through Saint Petersburg to Karelia. We were travelling and meeting people in the train, talking to them and filming their life stories. Close to the end of the trip I left my camera in a bus – it was still the time where my phone was not responsable for taking the pictures. So most of my visual anchor points are snapshots of my memory. [When I come to think about it, not long after I also left my first phone that replaced my actual camera in a tram. Maybe the universe wanted to teach me something at that time.] The idea of the documentary was that two people travel the same route with one day delay. They see the same places but meet different people. The first person to travel records sounds and interviews and takes notes, the second one films impressions on camera. I was travelling with the camera operator, being translator and improvised sound recorder. I had to think about that episode of my life, when realizing that I was one day late with the Blogging 101 project.

This is the second post of my blog and there are some cues I probably should give about who I am, why I blog and what is it going to be about. Around ten years ago I wanted to start an online zine. I talked with some people about the idea and one of them asked “What is it going to be about?”. After thinking about all the interests I have, there was no way I could limit myself down to only one or two topics or broad themes or areas it should be about, so I said, or rather typed, a satisfied “About everything!”. The project was not fruitful. That said, I am still interested in everything, I am a huge fan of fun facts, I have worked in different areas. I jobbed in a gas station, sold cars, worked in film business and now I am a student of social and cultural anthropology, which is a scientific way to say that you deal with everything. Or rather with the life worlds of human beings and those can be filled with everything. This year I did research in China, Hong Kong and Venice. I wrote papers about the cultural sensitivity of psychiatry, Jorge Luis Borges and linguistics, about myths and storytelling and at the moment I am shaping the topic of my thesis. Communication, digital and social media, contact zones, along those lines.

I don’t want to make the same mistake again and claim this blog is going to be about everything. It is aimed as a popular science blog. Here you will find photos, videos and stories about my research, my travels or simply observations from everyday life, giving you insights into other life worlds and one or two anecdotes of my life. Welcome.