They knew about it early on, but other things were more important: Today’s 40 to 55-year-olds from the Golf generation have to admit that they slept through climate change. But there is still hope.
Essay by
Nicolas Richter
The summer of 1992 was cheerful. “Go out and live,” the teacher said at the graduation ceremony, so we went out and lived. Music was playing U2whose ego once again reached new heights, I drank cocktails that I would avoid today and soon stepped through the gateway to the world, the new Munich airport. This was inaugurated at the same time as school graduation, as if the Free State of Bavaria was asking for the last graduation task to fly. The concrete landscape in the Erdinger Moos was obscene, I found the protest poster “You are going straight to the climate catastrophe” very appropriate. Nevertheless, I took off there more often than I can count.