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How Germans See Others
The Germans generally adore England and have suffered in the past from unrequited love.England used to be the ultimate role model with its amazingly advanced political, social, industrial and technological achievements.The Germans regard the English as being very nice and mostly harmless,almost German.They admire Americans for the (un—German) easygoing pragmatism and dislike them for their (un—German)superficiality. For the Germans,the United States is the headmaster in the school of nations, and accord due respect if not always affection. Germans are strong believers in authority.If you know how to obey, then you can also be a master runs the refrain. With the Italian Germans have a close understanding because they have so much history in common.Through wars, invasion and other forms of tourism, a deep and lasting friendship has been established.Italian art treasures, food and beaches are thoroughly appreciated.There is also a connection arising from the fact thatItaly and Germany both achieved nationhood in the last century, and are still not entirely sure that this was a good thing.The French are admired for their sophisticated civilization, and pitied for their inferior culture.The French may have higher spirits, but the Germans have deeper souls.Despite this, Francophilia is widespread among Germans, especially those living close to the French border.Like a wistful child looking over the garden fence, Germans envy Mediterranean people for more relaxed attitudes, cultural heritage and warm climate.But only when they are on holiday.The only people to whom the Germans readily concede unquestioned superiority of Teutonic virtues are the Swiss. No German would argue their supremacy in the fields of order, punctuality,diligence, cleanliness and thoroughness. They have never been to war with the Swiss. If experience has taught them one thing, it is that there is not future outside the community of nations. No other nation has a stronger sense of the importance of getting along with others. Tolerance is not only a virtue, It's a duty.
Napoleon to Josephine
I have your letter, my adorable love. It has filled my heart with joy. Since I left you I have beensad all the time. My only happiness is near you. I go over endlessly in my thought of yourkisses, your tears, your delicious jealousy. The charm of my wonderful Josephine kindles aliving,blazing fire in my heart and senses.
When shall I be able to pass every minute near you,with nothing to do but to love you andnothing to think of but the pleasure of telling you of it and giving you proof of it? I loved yousome time ago; since then I feel that I love you a thousand times better.
Ever since I have known you I adore you more every day.That proves how wrong is that sayingof La Bruyere "Love comes all of a sudden." Ah, let me see some of your faults; be lessbeautiful, less graceful, less tender,less good.But never be jealous and never shed tears.Yourtears send me out of my mind... they set my very blood on fire.Believe me that it is utterlyimpossible for me to have a single thought that is not yours,a single fancy that is notsubmissive to your will.Rest well. Restore your health. Come back to me and then at any ratebefore we die we ought to be able to say:" We were happy for so very many days!" Millions ofkisses even to your dog.
Disrupting My Comfort Zone
I was 45 years old when I decided to learn how to surf.They say that life is tough enough. But Iguess I like to make things difficult on myself, because I do that all the time. Every day and onpurpose. That's because I believe in disrupting my comfort zone. When I started out in theentertainment business, I made a list of people that I thought would be good to me. Notpeople who could give me a job or a deal, but people who could shake me up, teach mesomething, challenge my ideas about myself and the world. So I started calling up experts inall kinds of fields. Some of them were world-famous. Of course, I didn't know any of thesepeople and none of them knew me.
So when I called these people up to ask them for a meeting, the response wasn't alwaysfriendly.
And even when they agreed to give me some of their time, the results weren't always what onemight describe as pleasant. Take, for example, Edward Teller, the father of the hydrogenbomb. It took me a year of begging and more begging to get to him to agree to meet with me.And then what happened? He ridiculed me and insulted me.But that was okay. I was hoping tolearn something from him—and I did, even if it was only that I'm not that interesting to aphysicist with no taste for our pop culture. Over the last 30 years, I've produced more than 50movies and 20 television series. I'm successful and, in my business, pretty well known. So whydo I continue to subject myself to this sort of thing? The answer is simple: Disrupting mycomfort zone, bombarding myself with challenging people and situations —this is the bestway that I know to keep growing. And to paraphrase a biologist I once met, if you're notgrowing, you're dying. So maybe I'm not the best surfer on the north shore, but that's okay.The discomfort, the uncertainty, the physical and mental challenge that I get from this—allthe things that too many of us spend our time and energy trying to avoid—they are preciselythe things that keep me in the game.
Snow and the Passage of Time
Any snowfall which brings traffic to a standstill and closes schools takes me back to one particular storm in my youth on the shores of Lake Area.On that day, schools and stores were closed because of the weather.What resonates for me is a six—block walk I took with my father from our house to the post office.He bought me stamps for my recently started stamp collection. I already had a wild assortment of cancelled stamps from around the world.He brought me brand-new stamps. I can retrace the route in my mind, walking on snow—covered sidewalks and streets. It was unusual to be going for a walk with my father on a weekday and so close to home. In the following years, I never talked about that walk with him, I never even thought about it until it appeared to me about a decade ago. A winter memory now returned to the forefront.
The elderly are said to be in the winter of their lives, and winter is synonymous with the end of life. That does not make the winter the Grim Reaper;rather, it is a time of reflection in those for whom childhood is long gone. My father died in the summer of 1997. For me, his final months resembled the patterns of settling in for winter, a turning inward and slowing down. In the end, his breath grew shallower until there was just the quiet. There are emotional powers that accompany the season, a blanket of white ties the landscape into a continuous and undulating hall.
The curve of hillsides in the foundations of houses all is connected. The season keeps us indoors. Our thoughts and feelings turn inward. I'm visiting Southern California as I write this, a place where winter expresses itself as rain. It would be easy to live in a climate where there are no freezing temperatures snow, but I would still define the shape of the year by winter as I knew it from my childhood.