Monday, 4
For those who sometimes come by and for which I am very grateful, I would like to say that I will take a break of about a month. I thank you for your understanding.
Tuesday, 29
The devil is still in my Facebook account. His email address is grinning at me like a Gorgon. It's tragic how addicted I am to this social medium. Relatively relaxed I tried again yesterday morning to get my first account back. I totally screwed it up last week trying it out. I still had limited access through the browser but was unable to make any changes to our page. For example, I couldn't make my second profile an administrator. I couldn't sign in from any device. I was tied to this specific browser on this specific device. In fact I could still have been happy with that because from my second profile - I was friends with the first profile - I could see everything - photos, posts, connections. Perhaps the deciding factor in taking action was an email from a friend asking me which profile I was using or if I was using both. However, when I explained that the hackers were still using the first account, she texted me that she was deleting it because, as she said, the hackers had access to my contacts and that was fatal. Somehow she was right. In my settings, I have not allowed Facebook access to my contacts, though. But they could message her and pretend to be me. What they did yesterday.
I got quite far and had already confirmed a new email address but was unable to change the password without receiving a code via email and this code was sent to both of us, to my newly confirmed email address and to the hackers. The hackers, spooked by the email - they hadn't been active for the past two months - kicked me out again and also sent messages to my friends on Messenger. Hello, tut mir leid, dass ich Sie störe. Ich brauche wirklich Ihre Hilfe After this incident, I tried to log in again with my passport twice, but, as I found out, this time the hackers had activated a 2-factor authentication, which gave me no chance. But somehow Facebook got informed and this morning I found out that my first account was completely locked. Nobody could see anything anymore. Finally I tried the Facebook chat. His name was Daniel, but he was probably just a robot after all. I explained my problem. This time I had to take a selfie with a handwritten code on it what reminded me again on the photos, which are taken in the prison. Anyway, I believed that it must work now. But no, I didn't get the promised mail and I think they sent it to the Gorgon again. But even now, late in the evening, the account is still blocked. Dead. Don't know if I'll try to reactivate it again.
Sunday, 13
It looks like I've given up writing. I can't say exactly what it is. But it's definitely not because I'm too busy. On the contrary. I'm more of a lethargy. I like doing nothing best. Enjoy the day as it is. The few things that I have to do to cope with everyday life already seem to me to be enough of an activity. My favorite spot is on the bed with a standing fan supporting my well-being.
Of course I'm mostly with my cell phone. Browse here and there. I especially like my language app. For a long time it was Spanish, then Arabic and since I was in Dakar, French. That's where I'm most successful because I've spoken French the longest of the three languages. Apart from having it in high school, I attended various courses and lived in Paris for a year. But then I neglected it in favor of English. This was also noticeable in Dakar, where I mostly changed to English because my French was just too weak.
I think if I really wanted to write, I would have to write a book. Something more continuous than a bloq. The common thread is missing, I can just write about whatever comes to my mind. And then it's done and the next day it starts all over again. Nothing that really drives me back to the keyboard.
In Dakar I bought a set of brushes. Wow, that was a very nice gift I gave myself. There, in the busy city, I had great ideas about how I would start painting when I was back in Tintinto. In my mind I had already discarded a bedsheet that I would stretch on a frame and then prime with white acrylic paint - we still have a whole bucket of it. But when I got home, I regretted to use the bedsheet that I use as a blanket in the warmer months. Yes, when I'm doing well and enjoying life, I have the best ideas. But often there is a problem with the implementation. Suddenly everything seems too difficult and other things are much more important. Yes so is life. In the imagination everything seems so fluid and limitless, in reality the physical obstacles in particular sometimes seem like iron walls. You imagine something that you really want to do. But when you then go into action, everything doesn't look so nice anymore. In order to achieve the goal actually presented, it takes a lot of willpower and discipline.
Sunday, 06
Art Space Work of the Month
Franz Eggenschwiler (1930-2000)
Eckquartier in Europa (corner quarter in Europe), colour linol print, 1990, 69 x 49 cm