So the FDP wants to end all corona protection measures because a virologist has declared the pandemic over (but meant something completely different). At this point, we are not interested in the constitutional or public health implications. We should focus on the masks. And the clear demand: the mask stays!
It’s a shame that the small group of self-proclaimed “lateral thinkers” stopped reading this article because of acute gasping. The following is about something that is repeatedly invoked at the relevant demonstrations, at least verbally, but then tends not to be implemented in real terms: freedom of expression. It can be exercised wonderfully with a mask. There is a suitable virus filter for almost every opinion.
It starts with the choice of colour. Something more subdued in the service – purely in color, of course, not with the iron. The Protestant of the world, for example, prefers to sing his “There is a Ship Coming, Loaded” through a violet mask. Flaming red would be the order of the day in union houses, and the same color after the third wash when visiting SPD party offices. And in Munich City Hall? Before we start writing about our heads: You can’t really go wrong with a rainbow mask. Not in Munich at least, fortunately.
Anyone who happens to come across a demonstrating lateral thinkers’ association on a Wednesday evening will be happy to grab a mask from the “Peace” collection. What the ladies and gentlemen should actually like… but then it probably doesn’t. In such a case, they prefer to replace a bit of peace with poisonous looks and angry remarks. The peace they mean is then rather different. However, because this column is primarily about the brighter aspects of life in this beautiful city and not about its downsides, we would like to point out that there are also absolutely non-political mask motifs.
Still there, one must say. How long will it be before the pharmacy around the corner replaces its funny, colorful mask rummage table with neutral white or surgical blue protective bandages that are only traded under the counter? Farewell, you playing puppies in striped sweaters! “Dog’s life” is on one side, “I am a good boy” on the other. That’s called a statement, especially in the secret dog capital of Munich. And that should soon be over!? Thanks for nothing, Herr Buschmann.