M. Beisenherz: Sorry, I’m here privately
Do you already know the latest secret?
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Whether in the CDU or on Twitter: betrayal of secrets is currently trending. The heart of our columnist, on the other hand, is a septic tank, at least he thinks.
From Micky Beisenherz
The famous wildfire is usually kindled by a sentence like this: “This is actually top secret. But I can tell you – quite in confidence.” Someone knows something and threatens to explode through confidentiality like a blowfish with gas.
What use is the most beautiful secret if you can’t share it?
It was an unusual day when the three traffic light parties withdrew for explorations and, oh wonder, nothing really leaked out. The talks were hermetically sealed. The soundings were formally grouped, and the journalists made faces as long as the manager of the Greens. We have never seen anything like it!
“Lack of transparency” was quickly complained, when it was just annoying not to be able to report anything exciting. The gossip is, well, not the social glue that holds us together, but it is an important force.
He reminds us that the cards can be shuffled again and again. Life is usually quite unsurprising. The processes are familiar, almost boring, and the roles are clearly assigned. Unless: someone knows something.
That’s what people used to go to market for. 200 grams of salami. A bunch of carrots. A juicy rumor about Dr. Schlueter from Ackerstrasse. Thanks. Please.
The betrayal of secrets, as terrible as it may be for the betrayed person, creates room for rearrangement. As if you had discovered a new drawer in the dresser into which you can put the recently exposed person. How helpful!
“What kind of chats are between Sebastian Kurz and his vassals?”
“Does Söder really think about Scholz ‘He shouldn’t grin so smurfy!’ said?”
“And does the Spahn simply mean: ‘Sorry, I just have a duplo in my mouth.'”
Such sentences are more likely to get caught than a presentation on the rental price brake. We humans are simple. Where everything is becoming more and more complex, an indiscretion is a nice guide.
Gossip is like acid rain that etches the monument from the base
With the rise of social networks, some began to decline. Hashtags and memes have become the messenger of unpleasant truths and lies, which read too well to be allowed to remain untrue. Which star has groped whom? Who was mean to the service staff? Sometimes something is hinted at over nine Insta stories, a process that we would like to know about now!
Hallelujah. We are not alone in our miseries.
Gossip is like acid rain that etches the monument from the base. We recognize through him: The others are just as sausage as we are.
I myself am a good keeper of secrets. My heart is a septic tank. Maybe I’m just too complacent to rise above the unwanted exposure of others. There are always two parts to a secret. The unmasked one, who from now on will be measured completely new. And of course the secretive a. D., who was finally able to prove with this exclusive knowledge that he is a bit more special than someone who knows ordinary Otto.
That is the fate of the steam-cooked keeper of secrets: If he were to remain silent, no one would be able to find out about his exclusive position. It goes without saying that this position can hardly be concealed with too much discretion.
I know that I know nothing. And if it does, I can tweet it.
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