Brauchtum Krampus und Perchten

Es ist wieder die Zeit der Krampusse und Perchten. Bist du Mitglied einer Krampus oder Perchtengruppe und euer Brauchtum ist euch was wert, erstelle ich gerne professionelle Fotos. Diese gibt es natürlich hochauflösend für eure Zwecke und werden mit dem neuesten Kameraequipment festgehalten. Gerne könnt ihr mir eine Anfrage senden. Ich setzte euer Konzept um.

"Gaisberg Rennen" für historische Autos in Salzburg, Österreich.

Matter-Of-Fact

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My time at Wellington School, Somerset as a boarding student in 1997, taught me valuable lessons in discipline, teamwork, and the beauty of differences.

The photo on the left is of my CCF Cadet Uniform. Every Friday, we had CCF training. I liked the discipline provided by marching around, but what I did not like was sitting in a classroom and having parts of a machine-gun, L98A2, in front of me, while only 17 years old. A weapon designed for kids. Google the weapon or look up what CCF training is. Cleaning the parts, learning all the names (handle, spring, etc.) and putting them back together. We also had drill testing our speed in rebuilding the weapon. There is a lot of emphasis on fieldcraft and weapons handling, both in blank firing and live firing on ranges.

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I believe I understood the message when I was 17. In a real war, if your school friend is on the opposite side and kills you with English pride, it can be devastating. That's why I appear sad in the picture above. The friend who took the picture was French-German (Christophe). My schoolmates came from various countries such as England, Scotland, Colony Hong Kong, Sweden, Germany, and France. My conclusion was, and still is, to never be involved in a war. Even a little English-speaking child can be lethal in real life.

Fighting for a friend was okay, but in a foreign country as a real soldier--no way! I still don't like weapons today. In my opinion, working as a mercenary is the shittiest job. Killing for money and maybe against your own nation, family? I was in "The Army Section."

Sorry that I fulled snobs in Austria. I wore my school blazer years later in many "Ohlala Events," and everybody was asking, "Is it from Louis Vuitton or maybe Marco Polo?" I said, "No, it's my old school blazer!" Nobody believed me. For them, it was fashion because it was a nice blue blazer with an English lion holding a flag with a red cross on a white banner. It's not what you wear, it's the confidence with which you wear it. Let's say pride!

I like uniforms because I learned that everybody is looking the same. You have to do something that shows off your personality. Let others know who you are!

Also, real fights happened on the rugby field after school. We fought until one person was on the floor, but there was no backstabbing later in any group or in society. After the fists flew, there was dancing, we had a pint of Guinness and your opponent was drinking with you!

Spring break in Brighton 1997 is another story. The boy in the photo on the right was there.

Spring break was much smaller than it is today. There weren't as many people. Spice-Girls??? Noooo!!! A small club and real music!

The emergence of Rave Culture was the beginning of a new era in music!

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Your opponent and later a good friend (Peet) drove you there along with three girls. In an old rusty, beige Mini Cooper, and on the motorway, we had to duck down because Mr. Page, a chemistry professor, an ass hole, nearly caught us on the motorway. Haha! I will never forget his stupid face.

Then there was the girl. I think she was called Rachel Fisher and had a dog bite on her face. She was really shy because of the scar. I really liked her a lot for both. Scars add to beauty. Wow, what a beautiful girl! She had blond hair, a cute nose, a not-so-small scar on the left side of her face, and she was shy. Perfect! Rachel Fisher, with her scar and shyness, taught me to see the beauty in differences and to never judge someone based on their appearance.

If you live in a foreign country, you have to adapt the culture and they will be almost friendly. I also know what racism means. In a foreign country, I was often called a "NAZI Boy" because I am from Austria. "What bull-shit!" What happened in the second world war??? I also had a grandmother-like woman who helped raise me in Austria. She got to be 98 years old! She never spoke about the 2nd world war. When I was smaller, she just said, "Eat up!" When I asked why, she just said, "War is horrible!" I could see a shock in her face, and I would eat up! Out of respect, I never asked why or what happened! She gave me love, and this is what I remember! I had questions about the 2nd world war and why. I couldn't tell others in foreign countries. I really didn't know what to say because I did not live during that time. I knew parts of all the wrong behavior of all nations in the 2nd world war, and that was enough for me!

Take a look at what is running on the History Channel. You can spend 2 minutes on such a shitty program being brainwashed by the programming on TV. Funny that some people even call it "Nazi Channel." Working in media, I know it's always a film or a photo from a certain view and side. Intelligent propaganda! The dangerous part of it is, there are just a few reporters out there and they give information to big agencies and all the media are reporting from them. You can only know what really happened if you were there. So, fake news is often true. In my pictures and art, I also manipulate, but in a nice way, with nice people, and I try to capture the good in a person. You can also work the other way around, but that's not my way. Then comes Corona and an engine is on! I hope there will be peace in the future. History repeats itself: money, power, corruption, war.

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