#DREISTUNDENVERSCHLAFEN. Bericht aus Québec (9)

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15.11.

Die Rückreise war unspektakulär und wie ein langer ruhiger Fluss. Kein Bus, kein Flugzeug, kein Zug, nur die S-Bahn hatte Verspätung, aber das machte nichts, ich nahm eine andere. Es regnete in Strömen bei meinem Abflug in Québec, es regnete noch immer bei meiner Ankunft in Frankfurt. Am nächsten Tag wanderte ich durch das Bergische Land und ein sehr kleines Bisschen war es so, als sei ich noch in Kanada. Am Abend aß ich beim Italiener. Ich fühle mich noch immer wie in einem Zwischenraum, nicht mehr hier, noch nicht da. Heute morgen habe ich verschlafen, um genau drei Stunden. Immerhin nur die Hälfte der Stunden, die mir fehlen, seit ich zurück bin in Deutschland.

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SiXHEURESPLUS. Bericht aus Quebec. (8)

9.11.

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SIXHOURSLATER habe ich den Blog zu Beginn meines Aufenthalts in Quebec genannt, und zwei Monate später nun komme ich zu dem Resumee, er hätte SiXHOURSMORE heißen müssen und noch eigentlicher SiXHEURESPLUS, denn mittlerweile spielt sich auch in meiner kleinen Welt alles auf Französisch ab, der Muttersprache von 80 Prozent aller Queber:innen. Viele sprechen zwar auch Englisch, aber nicht so gern. Nähe entsteht ja auch durch Sprache, so dass ich mich entschlossen habe, die Fragmente meines Schulfranzösisch zu reaktivieren und auf Englisch nur dann auszuweichen, wenn ich nicht mehr weiterkomme. Das hat am Anfang sehr schlecht und mit der Zeit doch erstaunlich gut geklappt und ich bin ein großer Fan der Quebecoisen Aussprache des Französischen geworden, das die Diphtonge so offen ausspricht, wie es dem Naturell der Quebecer entspricht.

Warum SiXHEURESPLUS?

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Excerpts of my blog #SiXHOURSLATER. Report from Quebec.

Cubistic artwork, cut in a row (before)

13.09. 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)

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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.

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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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#SiXHOURSLATER (0). Bericht aus Quebec.

13.9.2021 Quebec (Ville)

Excerpt of SiXHOURSLATER in english

Cubistic artwork, cut in a row
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: first splitting and floating around an island – the Ile D’Orleans – and second, after its reunion, getting broader like a funnel, and third pouring along 660 kilometers into the atlantic ocean as a so called estuar – exactly on this spot is Quebec-City based. Between Montreal and Quebec-City the river looks lika a birth canal and the floating around the island has something of a vulva and by cutting both occurence in a row, as a cubistic artwork, it’s fair to assume the birthing hour happens happening. And it has been in an ongoing manner. But birth of what? We don’t know.

Version in Deutsch unten oder auf dem Literaturportal Bayern nachlesen. Dort darf mein Blog während meiner Zeit in Quebec wohnen. Einfach auf das Bild klicken. Ab sofort immer montags ein neuer Bericht, den Ihr SiXHOURSLATER lesen könnt

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