SiXHOURSLATER. Bericht aus Quebec. (5)

auch unter www.literturportal-bayern.de.

18.10.

Eine Leserin hat mir geschrieben, dass sie einen Ort nicht nur nicht nur über optische Eindrücke oder Ästhetik definiere, sondern gerade an diesen so bezeichneten „Nicht-Orten“ Gerüche und Temperatur, Menschenmassen oder Menschenleere wahrnehme.

Dadurch dass sie also Nicht-Orte mit Gerüchen verbinde, würden diese zu Orten. Sie schickte mir auf meine Bitte hin ein paar Beispiele, weil ich mir gar nicht vorstellen konnte, welche Gerüche so eine Transformation auslösen könnten. Sie nannte beispielsweise den tropischen Duft eines Flughafens in Taiwan, den Popcorn-Duft eines Cineplex Centers und eine Brücke in Montreal, auf der es nach frischem Wasser rieche.

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Excerpts of my blog #SiXHOURSLATER. Report from Quebec.

Cubistic artwork, cut in a row (before)

In the Algonkin language, Kebec designates the place where the river becomes narrow. The Algonkin (also: Algonquin) are a tribe of northarmerican natives who belong to the First Nations of Canada and their language root is one of the widest-spread in North-America. Kebec ist not only a poetic depiction of a true place but also an appropriate description. Coming from Montreal and the Big Lakes, the Sankt-Laurence-River becomes quite narrow and measures at its most narrow spot 640 meters. And after that it does three really surprising things.

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SiXHOURSLATER. Bericht aus Quebec. (4)

Siehe auch unter literaturportal-bayern.de

11.10.

How does a shoppingmall become a place?

In the Galeries de la Capitale, it’s a mega shoppingmall as large as a village, you will find every known and unknown chain in the world.

And also in Place Saint-Foy, I was strolling around a mall without end; that is a place, where people don’t evenhold the door open for each other. They are the same people but the place gives their encounters another meaning. One walks straight through the mall without an aim, the place makes clear what it wants. Buy, buy, buy, don’t waste time on odds-and-ends.

In contrast, on the Escalier de Faubourg one may become unintentionally involved into conversations with strangers. For example the french-spanish speaking canadian, who asks me, where I come from and if I was going to Limoliou. Yes sure. Oh well Limoliou, he responded, as we were descending the staircase, he had lived there with his wife, before she threw him out. C’est dommage, I said, and he said, nous sommes encore des amis. We are still friends.

Places are places where you can tell your sad stories as well.

So why don’t we turn malls into real places where we can tell each other our saddest stories – even if it’s just a story about the shopping malls.

Deutsche Version

Vom ersten Tag an habe ich mich wohl gefühlt in Quebec. Zunächst habe ich dies auf meine hohe Bereitschaft geschoben, mich Hals über Kopf in Städte, Orte, und Plätze zu verlieben. Dann auf meine Dankbarkeit, überhaupt hier sein zu dürfen. Das alles mag eine Rolle spielen. Während meiner ausgedehnten Spaziergänge durch die Stadt ist mir jedoch aufgefallen, wie viele Attribute sie doch von denen aufweist, mit denen Edward Relph place definiert hat:

  • Natur und Kultur gehen ineinander über (sehr viele Bäume, sehr viel Grün). Zwei Flüsse fließen durch die Stadt und prägen den urbanen Raum.
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SiXHOURSLATER. Bericht aus Quebec. (3)

siehe auch im Literaturportal Bayern. Oder Deutsche Version unten weiterlesen.

Place, space and placelessness

During my wild researches about place, space and identity I ran into the Canadian geographer Edward Relph. Already in the 1980s, he wrote the book Place and Placelessness, which deals with the topics of space and place and in this context he also was the first one to write about the phenomenon of placelessness. We maintain relationships to places as we do to people, but libraries are full of the latter and no one writes, let alone talks, about the former. Relph looks with growing concern at how non-places have taken over public space. Non-places are, for example, shopping malls, airports, highways, supermarkets, but also refugee camps and waiting halls in government offices – they are places whose aesthetics are defined by criteria of functionality and effectiveness. They look the same everywhere, they are immune to external influences and they do not change, in short: people who spend time there cannot identify with them.

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SiXHOURSLATER. Bericht aus Quebec (2)

27.9.

Was Treppen mit nationaler Identität zu tun haben, versuche ich, in meinem Blog auf dem Literaturportal Bayern herauszufinden. Ihr könnt den Beitrag auch unten auf Deutsch lesen.

L’Escalier du Faubourg

The neckbreck stairs

Stairs are major elements of the landscape of Quebec-City, because upper town and downtown display tremendous differences in height and there are excentric stairs to connect the levels. For example, the oldest staircase in town is L’Escalier Casse-Cou translated as: the neckbreck stairs. Or L’Escalier du Faubourg, which is even more precipitous than the neckbreck stairs and which links the quarter Saint-Jean-Baptiste to Saint-Roch. Pedestrians who don’t feel like taking the stairs can use the lift on the Rue Saint-Vallier for free; its entry is hidden in a kiosk – an occurence I really deem remarkable.

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#SiXHOURSLATER (1). Bericht aus Quebec.

20.9.

Deutsche Version unten weiterlesen oder unter www.literaturportal-bayern.de

Defiant songs against death

The first week I’ve strolled a lot, made photographs, read the assorted inscriptions at memorials, sculptures, places, most of them bilingual in French and English. The more recent are ones only in French, because French has been the only official language in Quebec since 1977. The memorials deal with the history and culture of Quebec, the national identity has beome a dominating topic.

Above all, during my wanderings I’ve been running into two stories that made me ponder. On the gate of Saint Jean the first canadian highway has its own memorial. Well, it wasn’t a highway then, but the Chemin du Roi, the King’s Way, inaugurated at the 5th of August in 1734, has been the first connection from Quebec to Montreal. Since I can remember I was mesmerized by highways as places inbetween, ephemeral places, not here, not there. Already in the nineties, french sociologist Marc Augé dedicated a book to those non-places. They play a crucial role in our lives, we just don’t know about it. In my personal story, highways have been an important opportunity to flee the provincial backwater and everything that was linked to it.

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