And we will go crazy if we don't go crazy tonight!

THE FUTURE NEEDS A BIG KISS.
The Irish rock band U2 are in Switzerland at the moment and played their 360° concert in Zurich last night. Tickets for this show were sold out within less than 1 hour, so that a second gig was organized for tonight.

I've already been at one of the 360° concerts in Dublin in july 2009 and didn't bother to buy tickets for U2's performance in my home country.

Last wednesday - only 4 days before the action took place - I heard from a friend that someone he works with has got 2 tickets for saturday night's gig. Unfortunately they wouldn't be able to attend and therefore had to sell the tickets. Lucky me! :-) I made my mind up quickly and bought the tickets. "Anything but a waste of money!", that's for sure. The concert last night was smashing!!!

Here are a couple of pictures I took during the shows in Croke Park (Dublin) and Letzigrund Stadion (Zurich):

ZURICH, 11.09.2010

DUBLIN, 27.07.2009

"Performing live for me is significantly better than anything else you will experience in your life. Something you forget about when you're in between tours because you're trying hard to be normal and get back into family life. And then it comes round and you kind of eye it up from across the room and you think, 'I wonder what it's going to be like this time'. And then you jump on it and it's just so much better than you can possibly imagine. It's an amazing gift. But that's too small a word to describe it. It's an extraordinary experience to be allowed to run away for six to eight months with your mates and travel the world and meet people. It's fantastic. During the show you're interacting not just with a crowd of 80'000 people, but with the individuals in that crowd. I recognise people, I see what's going on. You get little things back from people. People can see the whites of your eyes, see how you're doing your stuff. In the digital world anything can be copied and reproduced, but the beatuy of playing live for your audience is that it cannot be digitised or repeated. You have to be there. Human beings like a sense of community, they like mass gatherings and experiencing shared emotional journeys. That's been part of our culture and species for a long time and it's part of what we tap into when we interact with our audience."
-Adam Clayton-

GOOD OLD (IRISH) TIMES

It's been almost 5 months now.

I boarded the Aer Lingus flight from Dublin to Zurich on september 30th and left the Emerald Isle for good. I haven't gone back since.

I was barely 20 years old when I took on a job at 'Hertz' in Swords, Co. Dublin and had just turned 22 when I quit to go back to Switzerland.

I had already spent a half a year in Ireland from january until july 2006 when I was the Au Pair of a lovely Irish family from Ratoath, Co. Meath. So altogether I spent 2 years and 8 months in Ireland and therewith most of my time as an adult.

It's funny how we only start to truly appreciate things when we don't have them anymore.

I think back to my time in Ireland a lot. Every night before I fall asleep. Well okay, not the nights I return home late and completely drunk. The only thing I worry about then is how to find my bed and whether we have some Aspirin in the house wich I can take in the morning to make my head feel a bit lighter... ;o)

There are so many things I'm missing. Too many to remember all of them right now.

Simple things like talking in English. Or having drunken conversations with crazy Irishmen! :-D Or let's take the Cineworld on Parnell Street as an example. I've always enjoyed getting up early on days off to take the bus into town (-->Dublin) and watch a movie (or two) at 10 a.m. The other seats were mostly unoccupied so I could watch the film in peace. And I miss the bakery section at Marks & Spencer on Henry Street. I still have that particular yummy taste of their cookies and muffins in my mouth. Totally different from the slightly nasty odour I could smell every time I passed by St. James's Gate at the Guinness Brewery. But I didn't mind it at all.

I miss the Premier Division football games in Inchicore (St. Patrick's Athletic) and Tallaght (Shamrock Rovers). Surely Ireland has more ecxiting events to offer than a football match between two average Irish teams. Yet I've always enjoyed being part of their fan crowds.

Many times have I walked from O'Connell Street to Sandymount, where I strolled along the beach and looked at one of Dublin's landmarks: The famous Poolbeg Chimneys. I always made a stop at the construction site of the 'Aviva Stadium'. It will open in august this year; on the exact same spot where the old 'Lansdowne Road' used to be. The Aviva Stadium will mostly be used for games of the national football team (which unfortunately won't take part at the Worldcup in South Africa this summer -- thanks to the cheating French basterd Thierry "Thievery" Henry). With its capacity of approx. 55'000 people it will be much smaller than 'Croke Park' (approx. 85'000). Croke Park is the official stadium of the GAA; that's the Gaelic Athletic Association which includes the traditional Irish sports of Hurling, Camogie, Gaelic football and others. I sometimes watched the construction workers doing their job for up to an hour and didn't get bored. It's great to see how something giant is built by human beings. Aviva Stadium will look awesome when it's finished.

I miss the summer night concerts in Phoenix Park or on the grounds of Malahide Castle. Or the nights out at the Old Boro in Swords and the tasty pints there. The many times we danced the night away at Wright's afterwards until the lights went on and we got thrown out by the staff at 3 or 4 in the morning.

I miss the evenings when I went delivering Pizza with my first housemate Adeel, who used to work for DOMINO'S back then. We sat in his old and tiny red Nissan Micra, "cruised" through Swords and surroundings whilst listening to 'Rammstein' or other bands whose music was suitable for (slow) headbanging! :-D

And the time I spent with my latest housemate Carolin from Hamburg. Sunny days were spent on the beaches of County Dublin's coastline. We ate ice cream, chatted for hours and read books. Rainy days were spent in town with shopping, going for a delicious lunch and watching a movie at one of the many cinemas.

I think of all the lovely and extremely funny Irish people I got to know. Those wich had so many stories to tell. The guys with their cute accents... I could have listened to them talking forever! ;o)

Last but not least I have to admit that I even enjoyed the weekends when I had to got to work. The building was quiet and almost empty. No queues on the toilets for a change. The few of us who were there had so much fun! Sitting at our desks in track suits or other very, very casual clothes did we often decide to order food from a local Take Away. Preferably the biiiiiiig 'Wagon Wheel Pizza' from Mizzoni's; cut into 8 huge slices. The men from security down at the entrance/reception had such a laugh every time I passed them by to meet the delivery guy and get the food. Because when I held the Wagon Wheel in my hands I didn't fit through the door anymore, so that the security guys had to let me back in through a "special" entrance.... :-D

I went for dinner with a good friend lately and she asked me a couple of questions about my life in Ireland. She doesn't understand what if feels like to be in love with a place you've left behind. She said: "I'm just back from holidays in Thailand. I had such a great time and wish I could have stayed a little longer. Everything seemed so easy down there. I hate being back to everyday life. But hey, I'll get over it. And so will you!" What's wrong with her?!? She compared a 2-week beach holiday in a 5***** all-inclusive hotel with living abroad for over two years. I worked in Ireland. Made a living there. Learnt to speak English. Went to the pub 3 times a week. Swam in the Irish sea and walked along the beautiful beaches of Malahide and Portmarnock which I could reach by foot in a couple of minutes after stepping out of my apartment. I had Irish neighbours. Went grocery shopping. Adapted an Irish accent. I voted in general elections. Wore the Irish flag with pride. I was part of the society. And definitely not on a holiday!! I will never get over it. Ireland is too precious. And I hope the memories will last forever, and ever, and ever.....

Football

I always loved being in football stadiums. No matter what team played. It's about the great atmosphere. You don't get that anywhere else. In a football stadium I feel strong and comfortable. A beer in one hand, greeting familiar faces with the other. Clapping and shouting as if my parents had never taught me any good behaviour at all. In football stadiums I feel at home. To me they are like my old sofa where I can put my feet up and relax.

And then there is the FCSG (FC St. Gallen). Only a few years ago I would have rather burnt in hell than missing a match of my most beloved football team. When I used to work in Ireland I even flew from Dublin to Switzerland just to see the FCSG lads play. Back here I'm living barely 15km away from the stadium. And yet I decided not to spend yesterday afternoon in there. I was afraid I'd miss out on a delicious dinner. I had never hoped for that day to come so soon.....but it was suddenly here: I prefered food to a football match!

I mean, how sad is that?

I wish I could name the feeling that had overcome me yesterday. It was some kind of a total laziness... Or sluggishness. A friend of mine suggested to take me to a mental institution until I would be given the all-clear. ;o) But there was no need for that.

When I woke up this morning, it was here again. The urge, the inner desire to pilgrim to the stadium. And I realized I can't wait for saturday when the FC St. Gallen is playing against the FC Zurich. FUSSBALL ÜBER ALLES! :-))

Feli withouth football would never work! And thank God for that :-)

~beautiful memories~

Coldplay performing "Lovers in Japan" live at Phoenix Park in Dublin on september 14th, 2009

Tribute to Ireland

Abschied nehmen


Wie ich hier so sitze;
and den Klippen, im Gras, dem Abgrund nahe;
weit unter mir das tobende Meer,
die Wellen der Irischen See und wie sie gegen die Felsen schlagen;
wird mir plötzlich klar: Es bleibt nur noch wenig Zeit.
Wie schnell die letzten beiden Jahre doch vorbeigezogen sind;
fast so als wäre alles nur ein Traum gewesen.

Ich geniesse den traumhaften Ausblick auf die kleine Halbinsel mit ihrem Leuchtturm, sehe bis hin zum Hafen Dublins und erspähe noch weiter entfernt die Umrisse der Dublin Mountains.
Es ist ruhig, bis auf das schallende Kreischen der Möwen und das Rauschen des Meeres.
Die Touristen haben den Howth Head bereits hinter sich gelassen - zumindest für heute.

Ich spüre die Wärme der Sonne auf der Haut;
es ist der schönste Tag seit langem.
Noch eine oder zwei Stunden, dann wird die Sonne untergehen.
Draussen auf dem Meer Treiben vier oder fünf Segelboote und am Horizont scheint ein riesiger Schiffstanker zu schweben. Auch er verlässt Dublin.

Mir aber bleibt noch ein bisschen Zeit.
Ich will sie für mich alleine, möchte keine andere Menschenseele sehen oder hören.
Darum bin ich hierher gekommen.
Weil ich hier das Stückchen Einsamkeit und Freiheit, die Ruhe, welche ich manchmal so verzweifelt suche, finden kann.

Ja, ein wenig Zeit bleibt mir noch. Bis ich weggehe.
Bis ich Abschied nehmen muss von diesem Land, dieser Insel.
Und trotzdem geht mir alles zu schnell;
ich bezweifle ob ich bereit bin.

Ich lege mich auf den Rücken ins Gras und schliesse die Augen.
Das Sonnenlich wärmt mein Gesicht. Wunderbar.
Ich fühle den sanften Wind und lausche dem Meeresrauschen.
Ich bin müde. Und erschöpft.

Bald werde ich einschlafen, zufrieden, mit einem Lächeln auf den Lippen.
Und es würde mich nicht stören, nie wieder aufzuwachen.


*Erin Go Bragh*