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My bereavement - such as humor or even defeated death

I can only very rarely, even in the worst of the worst cases, my own humor, irony, and my desire to suppress after a punch line. If I'm honest, I manage is basically not used. In a spontaneous impulsive moment of honesty, I have laid upon me to live the wit to win the upper hand. The next moment, I am ashamed. Then, perhaps only seconds after I felt the Fall, I know it was in order and make my quick peace with myself and my mischievous self. In many, the most extreme cases, it is even one set of pointings, the cramped, loosen deeply sad situation for a few seconds can, a few smiles on some previously troubled, tearful faces conjure.

Although it is not long, not so long ago, so I know already quite sure I will never forget in my life the moment when I find my mother at the deathbed of my father was sitting back, trying in the just last night, just a few hours earlier was dead, and at the request of my caring mother to eat the bread, which she had prepared that morning still believing he would only sleep. Devastated and with eyes full of Tears of love and loss, we looked at him and I suddenly blurted out: "Now eat his son away from him even his last bread." Knee-jerk, I looked to my mother and she was afraid to have violated in their grief. However, I saw to my relief, in a face which would allow themselves not to smile, but a pulse following the angle of the mouth for a minute, but honest and in a strange way easier now moved to the top. Maybe she has not even really noticed it myself, but I'm sure it has taken her for a moment the load. And I'm sure my father, he would have noticed it can also just something, in this Moment would have laughed. And for that I love him.

I'm not talking about gallows humor or the compulsive urge of a dumb spirit to Witzigsein. I'm talking about a kind of seriousness, which gives expression and freedom, honor in small oases of calm in a kind of cease-fire of the overwhelming importance, only to just this in reverse. I speak of humor of an often melancholic base requires, perhaps especially the breaks web when others are silent thoughts. It's not a question here to present someone to undermine even the seriousness of a situation. It has nothing to do with the sledgehammer of insensitivity and even not be here - use dirty language - quite wrongly viewed as bad.

It's just a little matter to save themselves. Before the dark thoughts and the self-nourishing doubts that will make your heart with every turn in the downward motion of heavy to himself. It is perhaps the last anchor of the non-believing people before one of the vortex of the finiteness of all stifling indifference can fall prey to. For although I personally am absolutely sure that everything ends with physical death, I thought of a consolation that I even in the face of my greatest terror myself and the memory of the beloved man, my father never would have lost.

Maybe I would not think so, if my father in this respect, although would have been less aggressive than I am, fundamentally different thinking. But I know he would have seen it myself so has seen how I felt and still feel.

The funeral takes nothing and no one, no joke and no consolation. But the proximity to a man who has taken his own life with humor, bright and sunny although it is not always easy, and was cheerful, is all the greater if one allows it, to remember the exact moments when one has weggelacht shared the worries. And you may believe me or not, who cares lose some of its fear.

even death.

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Haggling over Sarpedon

had the heart of this contribution will be the crater Euphronios with Eros and Thanatos, who have the dead Sarpedon out of the battle: perhaps the best known Greek vase, a masterpiece of art history - and the central object of an art trade thriller, gripping than any fiction . If you ever want to maintain a good hour, which is the intoxicating recording these complications by Thomas Hoving warmly recommended to the then director of the Metropolitan Museum of Art . He has in fact offered this feat in the fall of 1971 by then already scandal-ridden antiques dealer Robert Hecht . Hecht made vague references to the outstanding importance and the exorbitant price of a previously unknown vase of unknown origin and for the time being invited to visit in Zurich ( of all places ). Is "Grabraubgut" write more clearly? Hoving, who dedicated much time for a code of honor of the ancient museums to deal with antiquities of dubious provenance, was naturally wary. He also describes open how absolutely it hopelessly fascinated by the crater, when he first got to face - and how relieved when Hecht evidence for the provenance of the artwork from old private property provided that at first sounded a bit implausible to but gradually hardened to under the scrutiny of the Italian judiciary and the press. Hoving negotiated the price down to a million dollars, paid, and the crater came to New York.

It would have stayed there if pike really a decent dealer would have been. If he was not: In that autumn of 1971 saw declines not occur but, incredibly, two craters of Euphronios through his hands, both in body: from a Lebanese private property, the other from the illegal excavation of an Etruscan tomb in Cerveteri. His genius was to ennoble the latter with documentation of the provenance of the former and supposedly it as safe and a critical Customers, namely, a renowned museum for sale. And as Italy has been operating for several years an intensive cultural foreign policy in order to illuminate the antiquities smuggling, denounce, and to repatriate works of art that have left clearly unlawful, the country, once the second act of the thriller was written, the (plenty for me surprising to see as the Parthenon Marbles ) so that ended that the Euphronios Crater returned to the Italian state was . With pomp and prominence was a good piece welcome welcomed him and took his rightful place the Museo Nazionale Etrusco in the Villa Giulia in Rome.

This brings this masterpiece to me as it were within reach and a visit to the Villa Giulia in the compulsory program for the next trip to Rome. In October of last year it was finally time. But then: when we came to the office of the Villa Giulia, a poster greeted us with the information that the crater of the Euphronios is currently on loan to Venice, the exhibition I Carabinieri per l'arte. Tessere di un patrimonio recuperato ... I could strangle the entire staff including the cleaning lady, but the good education was fortunately noticed in time, and we broke like two tickets. In fact, the visit was worthwhile even without Euphronios, at least in the recently revamped the first part. The organizing principle is there, the find context of the objects, the individual settlements and Etruscan necropolis. Nevertheless, the designers achieved a clear, understandable presentation of the epochs and styles, and I must admit that we could discover some masterpieces. Clearly difficult and strenuous was then the second, not yet updated part of the Villa Giulia, where to end in never ending space brimful glass cases in the sixties was followed by another dull design. And it culpable nonchalance, those responsible have done to hide the highlight of the house (at least for me) to be very efficient: In a small, dark side room were three cabinets as stored closely together in a few spots illuminated halbbatzig - and at the last moment, even when going out, I discovered in one of them Olpe Chigi , masterpiece of Corinthian vase painting and the time a regular in my archaeological lectures.

In these and similar experiences I am quite tempted to ask myself whether it really makes sense, a state of art returned, which treats its own resources so unkind. But as a Swiss one holds on this issue would be better to mouth. Nothing could illustrate this more appropriate than to the great Room adjacent to the store room above. There appear to be part of a new exhibition about art theft and art trade is built up, and already there are some gathered in recent years rediscovered objects of the highest quality. A particularly inglorious role played by the bonded warehouse Geneva - which I inevitably once again raises the question why the official Switzerland for decades, not only do nothing against the international art theft took, but it carried special laws even actively promoted. As much harm has been done, and there are no panaceas. One show after all, the fate of the Euphronios crater, but the current processes against the said Robert Hecht, the Getty curator Marion True : Awareness of the injustice increases.

Technicals: The Museo Nazionale Etrusco is located in the Villa Giulia , the former summer retreat of Pope Julius III. on the northern edge of the Villa Borghese. From the Piazza del Popolo ( Metro A , Flaminio) which is a pleasant walk, but you can also with bus 19 or tram (bus) 3 almost to the door. Only next time maybe I inquire in advance whether the object of my desire in the house ...