Tuesday, October 4, 2011

one two one two

I knew it will happen so it's happened now. As far as I move to another country (well for definite period but anyway) I move to another digital inland empire. Damn, I got  so addicted to changes.

In a process of migrating Heinrich Heine‘s identity desintegrates in 5 steps:
«Here in France immediately on my arrival in Paris my German name "Heinrich" was translated into "Henri", and I had to adapt myself to it and had even so to style myself here in this country, for the word Heinrich is not pleasing to the Frenchman and the French do make everything in the world pleasant for themselves. Even the name "Henri Heine" they were unable to pronounce, and most of them called me Monsieur Enri Enn : Many contracted this to Enrienne and some called me Monsieur Un Rien.»
Heinrich Heine´s statement about losing his name and identity when moving to Paris is inscribed in the entrance halls of the station U9 Westhafen like a leitmotiv, or an ouverture: the loss of name, personality, then the loss of personal and human rights, and finally the loss of life and commemoration - annihilation.


The Human rights are seen through Heine‘s point of view. The texts use typographical styles which were rejected by the Nazis. The colors of the very large shapes and forms are Bauhaus‘ ones. Quotes of murdered people are written by hand on the walls. This art work was done by Inscire organisation, they care of human rights or something. Whatever they meant by it, these graphics and tiles just fascinate me.
Image credits essamo  and reiner asscherman flickrs

1 comment:

  1. I got to Westhafen U-Bahnhof by mistake one day. But then I spent the next 30 minutes looking around and taking photographs. It's a fascinating place. Berlin has so many little hidden treasures.

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