Sharon Brightwell heard her daughter crying down the line, and that was the end of any defence she might have mounted. The voice belonged to April, or so every instinct insisted: the same timbre, the same broken rhythm of a young woman in distress. The voice said she had been texting while driving, that she had hit a pregnant woman, that her phone had been seized by police. A man then took over the call, identifying himself as April's attorney, and explained that bail would cost fifteen thousand dollars in cash. He warned Brightwell not to tell the bank what the money was for, because it might damage her daughter's credit. Within the hour, the retiree from Dover, Florida had withdrawn the money and handed it to a courier she believed was connected to the courts. Only when she reached the real April, who had spent the morning at work and never been near a car accident, did she understand that her daughter had not made the call. No human had. The crying had been synthesised from a fragment of audio, and the daughter she thought she was rescuing existed only as a pattern of numbers in someone else's machine.

Brightwell's loss, reported across American local news in the summer of 2025, is now one of the most ordinary crimes in the United States. It is also one of the most technically advanced. The collision of those two facts — that a fraud requiring the absolute frontier of machine learning can be perpetrated against an ordinary grandmother in her kitchen, at scale, for the price of nothing — is the defining feature of a problem that law enforcement, banks, telecoms companies and regulators have spent two years failing to contain. The question is no longer whether the technology works. It works appallingly well. The question is what meaningful protection requires when the gap between the sophistication of the attack and the awareness of the target is measured not in months but in years.

A New Line in a Twenty-Six-Year Ledger

In April 2026, the FBI's Internet Crime Complaint Center published its annual report on the previous year's online crime, and for the first time in the report's twenty-six-year history it broke out artificial-intelligence-enabled fraud as a distinct category. The numbers were stark. The bureau logged more than 22,000 complaints with an AI nexus and adjusted losses exceeding 893 million dollars. Of that sum, the report attributed 352 million dollars in losses to victims aged sixty and over, making older adults the single most heavily targeted demographic in AI-enabled financial crime. The AI figure sat inside a far larger total: cybercrime losses across the United States rose 26 per cent in a single year to 20.9 billion dollars, with Americans aged sixty and older accounting for 7.7 billion of that — a roughly 60 per cent jump on the previous year.

The FBI was candid that even these figures understate the problem. AI attribution in the report reflects only what victims recognised and reported, and most victims of a cloned-voice call never learn that a machine was involved at all. They believe, as Sharon Brightwell initially believed, that they spoke to their own child. The 893 million dollars is therefore best read as a floor, not a ceiling — the visible portion of a category that is, by its nature, designed to remain invisible to the people it harms. That the FBI felt compelled to create the category at all is itself a signal. Crime statistics are conservative instruments; agencies do not redraw twenty-six-year-old reporting taxonomies for a passing fashion. The new line in the ledger is an admission that a tool which barely existed in consumer form three years ago has become a mainstream instrument of theft.

Internationally, the picture is larger and worsening. In March 2026, INTERPOL published the second edition of its Global Financial Fraud Threat Assessment, estimating worldwide losses to financial fraud at 442 billion dollars in 2025 — a sum comparable to the entire annual economic output of Denmark. The organisation rated the threat trajectory as escalating and described what it called the “industrialisation of fraud”: the migration of scamming from opportunistic individuals to organised, transnational operations that intersect with human trafficking and cybercrime. Crucially, INTERPOL found that AI-enhanced fraud is roughly four and a half times more profitable than its traditional equivalent, and that so-called agentic AI systems can now autonomously plan and execute entire fraud campaigns, from reconnaissance through to the ransom demand. The economics, in other words, have inverted. For the first time, deception at industrial scale costs almost nothing to manufacture and returns a fortune.

Three Seconds Is All It Takes

The technical capability at the centre of the grandparent scam is brutally simple to describe. A modern AI voice-cloning system requires as little as three seconds of audio to produce a synthetic voice that is, for practical purposes, indistinguishable from the original. Three seconds is the length of a voicemail greeting, a snatch of a podcast, the audio under a birthday video posted to a public Instagram account. The raw material is not stolen from a secure database; it is volunteered, every day, by the ordinary act of living a recorded life. A grandchild who appears in a single TikTok clip has supplied everything a fraudster needs to manufacture their own kidnapping.

What makes the threat acute is not merely that the cloning works but that the tools to do it are cheap, abundant and almost entirely unpoliced. In March 2025, Consumer Reports assessed the voice-cloning products of six companies — Descript, ElevenLabs, Lovo, PlayHT, Resemble AI and Speechify — and concluded that a majority lacked any meaningful safeguard against fraud or misuse. Four of the products, the organisation found, required only that a user tick a box affirming they had the legal right to clone the voice in question. None of those four employed any technical mechanism to confirm that the speaker had actually consented, or to restrict cloning to the user's own voice. Four of the six companies required nothing more than a name or an email address to open an account. The investigation's blunt conclusion, amplified by NBC News and The Register, was that the industry had built a tool capable of impersonating anyone and then placed it behind a self-attestation checkbox.

ElevenLabs, one of the most prominent providers, points to a multi-layered safety programme: a prohibited-use policy that bans impersonation, a public AI speech classifier that can identify audio likely to have originated from its system, traceability that links generated content back to the account that produced it, and “no-go voices” safeguards that block the cloning of certain protected figures around election cycles. These are not trivial measures, and they are more than several competitors offer. But they share a structural weakness: almost all of them operate after the fact. They help investigators establish provenance once a fraud has already occurred and a victim has already lost their savings. They do very little to prevent the three-second clone from being generated in the first place, because the thing that would prevent it — robust, mandatory verification that the person being cloned has consented — is precisely the friction that a competitive, fast-moving market is reluctant to impose on itself. When a safeguard costs a company conversions and protects only the customers of its rivals, the market will not supply it voluntarily. It has not.

The Forensic Authority Who Went Blind

If there is a single moment that captures why detection-based defences are failing, it arrived in a New York Times profile published in June 2026. Its subject was Hany Farid, the University of California, Berkeley professor who is, by broad consensus, the world's foremost authority on deepfake forensics. For more than two decades Farid had built a career on the ability to separate the real from the synthetic, fielding requests from governments, human-rights organisations, journalists and law enforcement. Lately, the Times reported, he had begun failing his own tests. “I feel like I'm going blind,” he said. The man best equipped on Earth to distinguish a genuine recording from an AI-generated one could no longer reliably do so.

That admission ought to end a certain kind of conversation. For years, the implicit promise of the response to synthetic media has been that detection would keep pace with generation — that for every more convincing fake, there would be a more sensitive detector, and that the arms race, though uncomfortable, was at least winnable. Farid's confession is evidence that, in the audio domain at least, the race has been lost. When the foremost detector in the field is reduced to a coin-toss, the strategy of catching fakes after they have been made and circulated is not a strategy at all. It is a hope. And a fraud that depends on twenty minutes of panic does not give a victim, or their bank, twenty minutes to run a forensic analysis that even Hany Farid would no longer trust.

This is the first and most important thing that meaningful protection requires us to accept: detection cannot be the load-bearing defence. A grandmother on the phone with a sobbing voice cannot be expected to perform forensic analysis that the discipline's leading expert has effectively abandoned. Any plan that ultimately rests on the target, or anyone else, being able to tell the difference between a real voice and a cloned one is already obsolete. The implication runs deeper than telephone fraud. If the world's authority on detecting synthetic audio cannot trust his own judgement, then every downstream system that quietly assumes a human can serve as a fallback verifier — the bank teller who is told to “use discretion,” the relative urged to “listen carefully for anything off” — rests on a foundation that has already crumbled.

The Architecture of Vulnerability

It is tempting, and wrong, to attribute the targeting of older adults to naivety. The brief that prompts this article identifies a more uncomfortable truth: the characteristics that make older people disproportionately vulnerable are not deficiencies of intelligence but features of a life well lived. They tend to hold higher average savings balances, the accumulated product of decades of work, which makes them efficient targets — a single successful call can yield far more than one aimed at a younger person. They were raised in, and still operate within, established patterns of trust-based communication, in which a phone call from a distressed relative is answered as a genuine emergency rather than interrogated as a potential attack. They are, through no fault of their own, relatively unfamiliar with the existence of AI voice synthesis, having spent most of their lives in a world where a voice on the line was definitionally a person on the line. And they are exposed, like every parent and grandparent, to the particular emotional architecture of the family-emergency scenario, in which the instinct to protect a child overrides every slower, more sceptical faculty.

Academic research has begun to formalise this. An arXiv paper published in June 2026 noted plainly that “older adults remain disproportionately vulnerable to AI-enhanced scams.” A separate study from a team led by Yixin Zou, also published in early 2026, examined fraud interventions designed specifically for older adults amid escalating AI sophistication, developing a role-based simulation tool called ROLESafe that improved participants' ability to identify fraud when they learned by playing the part of victim or helper rather than passive observer. And a third paper, from researchers at the firm Charm Security, proposed a Human Vulnerabilities and Exploits Framework — a structured catalogue, modelled on the software-security world's vulnerability databases, for classifying the cognitive and social mechanisms that fraud systems exploit. The framework's premise is itself a quiet indictment: the security industry has spent decades cataloguing and patching the weaknesses of machines while leaving the weaknesses of people undocumented and unmanaged. The grandparent scam succeeds because it attacks the one part of the system for which no patch has ever been written.

This is why awareness campaigns aimed at older adults, while necessary, cannot be sufficient. The emotional mechanism the scam exploits is not a gap in knowledge that a leaflet can fill; it is the love a person has for their grandchild, weaponised. You can tell someone a hundred times that voices can be faked, and in the moment a cloned voice screams for help, the knowledge will not arrive in time. The AFP wire story carried by The Straits Times and the Manila Times in June 2026 quoted Amit Gupta of the voice-security firm Pindrop putting the matter precisely: “The objective is not perfect voice replication. The objective is creating enough emotional uncertainty and urgency that the victim acts before verifying.” A defence built around the assumption that victims will verify is a defence built against the very weakness the attack is engineered to bypass.

The most chilling testimony in that wire story came not from an elderly victim but from a lawyer. Gary Schildhorn, a Philadelphia attorney who was himself targeted by a cloned-voice scam, said that even with hindsight and professional scepticism he could not shake the certainty of what he had heard: “I will go to my grave swearing that it was your voice.” That sentence ought to be read by anyone tempted to believe that vigilance is the answer. Schildhorn is a trained advocate, paid to interrogate evidence and disbelieve plausible stories, and the clone defeated him as completely as it defeated a panicked grandmother. The vulnerability the fraud exploits is not located only in the elderly, or the credulous, or the technologically illiterate. It is located in the human auditory system itself, which evolved over millennia to treat a recognised voice as proof of a recognised person — and which is now, for the first time in that long history, systematically and exploitably wrong.

The data on older adults reinforces rather than contradicts this reframing. The FTC's December 2025 report to Congress found that total fraud losses reported by people aged sixty and over had roughly quadrupled between 2020 and 2024, reaching about 2.4 billion dollars, with 68 per cent of that sum attributable to individual losses of 100,000 dollars or more. The agency's own estimate of the true annual cost, accounting for the chronic underreporting that shame and embarrassment guarantee, ranged as high as 81.5 billion dollars. These are not the numbers of a credulous minority being separated from pocket money. They are the numbers of a generation's accumulated savings being drained through a mechanism specifically calibrated to their patterns of trust, their financial position and their place at the emotional centre of a family.

The Asymmetry, Quantified

Brian Long, the chief executive of the security firm Adaptive Security, distilled the new economics for AFP in a single sentence: “One guy in a room with a keyboard can make an infinite number of attackers.” That is the asymmetry in its purest form. On one side stands an automated system that can generate a convincing clone in seconds, dial thousands of numbers, and conduct each conversation with synthesised emotion, for a marginal cost approaching zero. On the other stands an individual human being, often elderly, alone, and given roughly the length of a panicked phone call to mount a defence that the world's leading forensic scientist could not.

INTERPOL's finding that AI-enhanced fraud is four and a half times more profitable than the traditional kind is the financial expression of this imbalance. When an attack becomes both cheaper to mount and more lucrative to complete, the volume of attacks does not rise linearly; it explodes. The 26 per cent single-year jump in American cybercrime losses, and the near-doubling of losses among the over-sixties, are what that explosion looks like in a national ledger. And the AFP wire noted something else that compounds the harm: shame. The Buffalo mother Liz Benz, who endured what she called “a good twenty minutes of terror” when a cloned voice told her that her sixteen-year-old son had been taken hostage, said that after she went public she was flooded with messages from other victims — many of whom chose to stay anonymous, because the humiliation of having been fooled kept them silent. Underreporting is not a statistical footnote here. It is a structural feature of a crime designed to make its victims feel too foolish to come forward, which in turn starves the data, the prosecutions and the policy response of the evidence they need. A crime that silences its own witnesses is a crime that compounds at interest.

Why the Burden Cannot Sit With Families

The most widely circulated piece of advice, repeated by the FBI, the American Bankers Association and consumer advocates throughout 2026, is to agree a family “safe word” — a secret phrase known only to relatives, to be demanded in any emergency call. If the voice cannot produce it, hang up and call back on a known number. The advice is sound. It is also, as a systemic defence, hopelessly inadequate, and it is worth being clear about why.

A safe word works only if every member of a family adopts it, remembers it, and has the presence of mind to demand it in a moment engineered to obliterate presence of mind. It places the entire burden of defeating an industrial, automated, billion-dollar criminal apparatus on the cognitive discipline of a frightened individual at the worst moment of their week. It assumes that the eighty-year-old whose median reported loss, according to FTC data released in late 2025, exceeds 1,600 dollars will, while hearing her grandchild scream, calmly recall a protocol and execute it. Some will. Many, by design, will not. A defence that works only when the target performs flawlessly under maximum stress is not a defence; it is a way of allocating blame to the victim after the fact.

This is the deeper objection to placing protection in the hands of families and individuals. It transfers responsibility for a failure of the technological and financial system onto the people least equipped to bear it, and then, when they fail, treats their failure as a personal one. The voice-cloning tools were built and sold by companies. The calls are carried by telecommunications networks. The money moves through banks. Each of those parties operates at the chokepoints where the fraud could actually be interdicted at scale. The grandmother in her kitchen does not. Meaningful protection requires moving the burden from the end of the chain, where it currently sits, to the points in the middle where it belongs. A society that responds to an industrialised threat by issuing better advice to its most vulnerable members has confused the publication of guidance with the provision of protection.

Where Interdiction Could Actually Happen

Consider the three institutional chokepoints in turn, because each illustrates both the promise and the present failure of structural defence.

The first is the telephone network. In the United States, the STIR/SHAKEN framework was meant to address caller-ID spoofing by allowing originating carriers to cryptographically sign a call as legitimate and terminating carriers to verify that signature before it reaches a handset. In December 2025, the FCC's Wireline Competition Bureau concluded in its triennial efficacy report that the framework does authenticate caller ID effectively when properly applied. The qualification is doing enormous work. Criminals discovered early that routing calls through older, non-IP networks could evade the system entirely, and the FCC spent much of 2025 and 2026 trying to close that gap and pushing towards Rich Call Data, which would display a verified caller name and logo on the handset. But STIR/SHAKEN authenticates the number, not the human, and certainly not the voice. It can tell you that a call genuinely originated from a given line. It cannot tell you that the sobbing daughter on that line is a machine. Against a cloned voice arriving from a spoofed or simply unfamiliar number, the framework is close to irrelevant. The same FCC declared in February 2024 that AI-generated voices in robocalls were illegal under the Telephone Consumer Protection Act — a meaningful statement of intent that nonetheless governs only mass automated dialling, not the targeted, one-to-one emergency call that defines the grandparent scam.

The second chokepoint is the platform that hosts the cloning tool. Here the most promising structural intervention is provenance rather than detection — the attempt, embodied in the C2PA standard, to attach a tamper-evident cryptographic record to a piece of media describing the device or model that produced it. In 2025 the standard was ratified as an ISO specification and, alongside watermarking schemes such as Google's SynthID and Meta's AudioSeal, became the de facto provenance language of the internet. The logic is sound: rather than asking whether a recording looks or sounds fake, ask whether it carries a credential proving it was made by a real microphone. But provenance has a fatal asymmetry of its own for this specific crime. Missing credentials are not proof of fakery, because vast quantities of legitimate audio were never signed and because the metadata is routinely stripped by social platforms, screenshots and re-encoding. More fundamentally, a fraudster placing a phone call is under no obligation to transmit a C2PA manifest, and the analogue gap — playing synthetic audio down a telephone line — destroys any digital watermark in the act of transmission. Provenance can help establish, afterwards, that a viral video was synthetic. It does almost nothing to stop a live cloned-voice call in progress.

The third chokepoint — and the most promising — is the bank. This is where the money actually moves, and therefore where interdiction has the greatest mechanical leverage. The United Kingdom offers the clearest natural experiment. In October 2024, the Payment Systems Regulator made reimbursement for authorised push payment fraud mandatory: where a victim is tricked into authorising a transfer to a fraudster, the sending and receiving banks must now reimburse them, splitting the liability fifty-fifty, up to 85,000 pounds, within five business days, with the consumer-negligence exception explicitly barred for vulnerable customers. Confirmation of Payee, the account-name-checking service, now runs on billions of transactions. The PSR's own dashboard showed that in the fifteen months to the end of December 2025, 89 per cent of money lost to such scams — some 243 million pounds — was reimbursed, against a 65 per cent rate before the rules took effect.

The point of mandatory reimbursement is not merely to make victims whole, though that matters. Its deeper purpose is to relocate the financial incentive. Once banks are liable for the losses, they acquire a powerful reason to build the friction, the anomaly detection and the intervention protocols that actually stop a fraudulent transfer before it completes — the held payment, the cooling-off period on a large cash withdrawal by an older customer, the human call from the branch asking why a retiree is suddenly emptying her savings to a courier. The transfer friction that a grandmother cannot impose on herself, a bank can impose on her account, and a liability regime gives it the reason to do so. Critics, including commentators in Electronic Payments International, warn that reimbursement alone risks becoming a subsidy to fraudsters if it is not paired with prevention, and that the strategy must move beyond simply paying victims back. That critique is correct, and it points towards the right answer rather than away from it: liability is the lever that forces prevention, not a substitute for it. The lesson of the British experiment is not that reimbursement solves fraud — it does not — but that it changes whose problem fraud is, and an institution made to own a problem will, eventually, engineer against it.

What Meaningful Protection Actually Requires

Pull these threads together and a coherent picture emerges of what would actually work, as distinct from what merely sounds reassuring.

It requires, first, abandoning detection as the primary line of defence. Hany Farid's blindness is not a temporary setback to be solved by a better classifier; it is a permanent structural condition of a world in which generation has outrun discrimination. Any plan whose final safeguard is someone, somewhere, telling the real from the fake has already failed.

It requires, second, regulating the supply of the weapon. The Consumer Reports finding that voice-cloning tools sit behind a self-attestation checkbox is a policy choice, not a law of nature. Mandatory, verifiable consent before a voice can be cloned — of the kind Descript and Resemble AI have partially implemented and the others have not — is technically feasible and would not abolish the legitimate uses of the technology. The European Union's AI Act, whose obligations for general-purpose models began applying through 2025 and 2026, and state statutes such as Tennessee's ELVIS Act, which requires written consent to clone a voice, are early gestures towards treating voice synthesis as the regulated capability it has become. They remain far ahead of enforcement and far behind the threat.

It requires, third, placing the burden of interdiction on the institutions that occupy the chokepoints — and, where they will not act voluntarily, compelling them through liability. The British reimbursement regime is imperfect and incomplete, but it demonstrates the mechanism: when banks own the loss, banks build the friction. Telecoms carriers that profit from carrying calls should bear a corresponding duty to authenticate and, where possible, flag them. Platforms that sell cloning should bear a duty to verify consent. The common principle is that responsibility ought to sit with the party that has both the capability to prevent the harm and the commercial benefit from the activity that causes it — which, in every case, is an institution, and in no case is an eighty-year-old answering her phone.

It requires, fourth, treating the human vulnerability as a thing to be managed rather than a thing to be blamed. The Charm Security framework's insight — that the cognitive and emotional mechanisms exploited by fraud deserve the same systematic cataloguing as software flaws — should inform how banks design their interventions, how carriers design their warnings, and how public bodies design education that goes beyond leaflets to the kind of role-based rehearsal that the ROLESafe research found actually changes behaviour. Awareness campaigns and family safe words are not worthless. They are simply the last and weakest line, useful only as a backstop to structural defences that do the real work.

The deepest reason the defensive gap is measured in years rather than months is that the attack is a technology problem and the defence is an institutional one. Cloning a voice takes three seconds and improves monthly. Passing a reimbursement regulation, rewiring a banking system's fraud controls, mandating consent verification across an industry, and closing the non-IP loophole in a national telephone network take years, because they require law, coordination, money and the overcoming of every commercial interest that profits from the status quo. The asymmetry is not merely technical; it is the asymmetry between how fast a machine can be built and how slowly a society can respond.

Sharon Brightwell got some of her money back, eventually, through the diligence of investigators and her bank. Many do not. The 352 million dollars the FBI attributes to older victims of AI fraud, and the far larger sum it cannot see, represent a transfer of wealth from the people who can least afford to lose it to the most efficient criminal enterprise yet devised. Closing the gap will not come from teaching grandmothers to doubt the sound of their grandchildren's voices. It will come from deciding, as a matter of law and engineering, that the institutions standing between the clone and the cash are responsible for what passes through their hands. Until that decision is made, the three-second theft will remain the easiest serious crime in the world to commit, and the hardest for its victims to be believed about — because the evidence, by design, sounds exactly like someone they love.

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Tim Green UK-based Systems Theorist & Independent Technology Writer

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The Compassion of Awareness

As mouths move and voices stir, I wonder how blood can flow so differently. What rapt endeavor chose a single divergent path amongst the throng? Is it the location of ears upon varying heads that cause completely different brain patterns? Like a fine wine, does age and complexity matter?

I sit uncomfortable, listening. Digesting. Utterly and completely bewildered. Devaluing the academic surplus of diploma after diploma, and chastising my own ego for even pondering such ludicrousness. Perhaps such differences are merely the rudimentary reassurances that life will continue. How ironic that my own will not.

Could I? Would I? Might I dare to breed? Rather I run screaming into the hills, and thank my good fortune for a vast ineptitude of obedience and fertility. Rather I rot alone than succumb to the mindless drivel that continues to flood a far too familiar space, demanding I concede spark for stunted awareness and altered communication. Rather I fade from the Polaroid far too defined.

I smile, humored, informed my value is beyond the heights I refuse to scale. My lips quirk at dating advice that turns my stomach to even contemplate. I agree, most expectedly, that I'm a rather droll and unexciting person. My soul and well-being is prayed for. Might a god place his hand upon me in influence and esteem. My eyes twinkle at such a thought, for such an entity would surely find themselves elated by my presence. I keep it to myself. Needing to explain one's humor ruins the joy.

Off I go. Another congruence survived. Could it be this nightmare is never to be awakened from?

Written July 14, 2026. © 2026 AnOublietteofThought.

Eis in Schöneweide – 8. Juli

Wie ich schon gestern erwähnt habe, habe ich heute gemeinsam mit Herrn Baumeister (ich habe leider seinen Vornamen vergessen) das Berliner Leitsystem kennengelernt. Dieses System ist sehr logisch aufgebaut und folgt einem klaren Konzept. Alles wurde aus bestimmten Gründen so gestaltet, dass Menschen aus unterschiedlichen Regionen Deutschlands die Wegbeschreibungen eindeutig verstehen können. Ich werde das System hier nicht im Detail erklären. Aber ich habe mehr als zwei Stunden lang ein persönliches Training von Herrn Baumeister bekommen. Jetzt weiß ich zumindest, wie ich mich anhand dieser Wegbeschreibungen in Berlin orientieren kann, ohne mich ständig zu verlaufen.

Eigentlich begann der Tag schon mit einem kleinen Abenteuer. Vor unserem Treffen hatte ich mein Handy im Café liegen lassen, in dem wir gefrühstückt hatten. Natürlich bemerkte ich das erst in der U-Bahn. Ich wurde sofort nervös und gab zunächst Mindaugas die Schuld: „Warum hast du den Tisch nicht kontrolliert?“ Als wäre ich plötzlich von jeder Verantwortung befreit, nur weil eine sehende Person bei mir ist! Dann schlug ich vor, alleine bis zum Alexanderplatz weiterzufahren und Mindaugas zurück ins Café zu schicken. Ich wollte auf keinen Fall zu spät zu unserem Termin kommen. Schon allein der Name Baumeister klang für mich irgendwie verpflichtend – und in Deutschland ist Pünktlichkeit schließlich fast selbstverständlich.

Es fühlte sich zunächst etwas seltsam an, ohne Handy allein weiterzufahren. Natürlich kamen sofort die unterschiedlichsten Gedanken: Was, wenn ich an der falschen Station aussteige? Was, wenn Imke mir kurzfristig geschrieben hätte, dass wir uns doch woanders treffen? Trotzdem blieb ich erstaunlich ruhig. Wie in solchen Situationen immer erinnerte ich mich daran, dass mir eigentlich nichts Schlimmes passieren kann. Ich kenne Mindaugas' Telefonnummer auswendig, ich könnte über meinen Laptop ins Internet gehen, jemanden anrufen oder einfach eine E-Mail schreiben. Und schließlich spreche ich – wenn auch nicht besonders gut – Deutsch und könnte jederzeit jemanden um Hilfe bitten. Es ist wirklich interessant, wie das Gehirn funktioniert: Gerade in solchen Momenten produziert es automatisch die dümmsten Horrorszenarien.

Zum Glück störte das verlorene Handy unser Treffen überhaupt nicht. Herr Baumeister erklärte mir viele interessante Details über das Leitsystem und die Orientierung im öffentlichen Raum. Ein paar Erkenntnisse nehme ich besonders mit:

1. Manche Leitsysteme sind bereits älter, und ich kann sie mit meinem Langstock kaum ertasten. Vielleicht liegt das aber auch daran, dass meine Langstocktechnik inzwischen etwas schlechter geworden ist. Das muss ich unbedingt noch genauer untersuchen.

2. Es gibt verschiedene Arten von Bodenindikatoren, die ich noch nicht sicher unterscheiden kann. Das lässt sich aber bestimmt mit etwas Übung lernen.

3. Ich bin jetzt sehr motiviert, das gesamte System selbst weiter zu erforschen. Herr Baumeister hat mir freundlicherweise sogar seine Telefonnummer gegeben, falls später noch Fragen auftauchen sollten. Das finde ich unglaublich nett. Am schwierigsten wird wahrscheinlich das Umsteigen bleiben. Die Wegbeschreibungen beginnen meistens an der Endstation einer Linie. Wenn man vorher noch umsteigen muss, muss man den Weg dorthin erst einmal selbst finden. Vielleicht verstehe ich dieses System mit der Zeit noch besser.

4. Eine weitere Herausforderung besteht darin, wie man diesen Wegbeschreibungen möglichst komfortabel folgen kann. Sie enthalten sehr präzise Informationen, sind aber gleichzeitig linear aufgebaut. Zum Beispiel: „Am Leitsystem bis zum Ende des Bahnsteigs. 180 Grat Um-drehung. Rechts entlang. Wenige Schritte weiter bis Ta-ta-ta... Links entlang. 50 Meter weiter bis zum Ta-ta-ta...” Alle Informationen stehen nacheinander, während ich gleichzeitig gehen muss. Das bedeutet, dass ich auf meinem Handy oft Satz für Satz oder sogar Wort für Wort weiterlesen muss. So komme ich zwar ans Ziel, aber besonders flüssig ist diese Art der Orientierung nicht. Trotzdem wird mir das System mit jeder Übung verständlicher. Ich habe sogar schon die Idee, verschiedene Braille-Notizen auszuprobieren, um den Ablauf unterwegs einfacher verfolgen zu können.

Während wir das Leitsystem erkundeten, holte Mindaugas mein Handy aus dem Café ab. Der Mitarbeiter hatte es sorgfältig aufbewahrt und wartete schon auf ihn. Dieses Mal musste ich für meine Zerstreutheit also nichts bezahlen.

Unser Reel wird leider doch erst später veröffentlicht, weil an der Audiodeskription noch einige Korrekturen notwendig waren. Wenigstens musste ich diesmal selbst nichts mehr daran ändern. Außerdem hatten wir heute noch ein Gespräch mit den Entwicklern einer Website. Und ihre Sprache – voller Anglizismen – war heute schon deutlich verständlicher für mich.

Es stellte sich außerdem heraus, dass es in Schöneweide ein wirklich fantastisches Eismanufaktur gibt. Imke hat uns eingeladen, dort ein Eis zu probieren. Das war eine schöne kleine Belohnung vor ihrem Urlaub. Erstens gibt es dort unglaublich viele Eissorten – und viele davon tragen richtig originelle Namen. Zweitens muss man sich erst einmal in eine ziemlich lange Schlange stellen. Aber diese Schlange war erstaunlich friedlich und entspannt. Ich dachte mir, dass darin eigentlich eine sehr logische Aufgabe steckt: Während des Wartens hat man genug Zeit, sich noch einmal ernsthaft zu fragen, ob man diese ganzen Kalorien wirklich essen möchte. Meine Antwort lautete eindeutig: Ja! Vor allem nachdem ich das Eis probiert hatte. Die Waffel und das hausgemachte Eis schmecken einfach fantastisch. Ich werde Mindaugas bestimmt noch einmal dorthin einladen. Allerdings könnte das lange Warten in der Schlange für ihn etwas schwieriger werden – dafür ist er ziemlich empfindlich. Aber ich werde ihn schon überzeugen.

Zum Schluss bin ich zum ersten Mal ganz allein vom S-Bahnhof mit der Straßenbahn zurück zum Hotel gefahren. Während dieser Reise ist das eigentlich eine Seltenheit. Mindaugas sagt immer, dass er schließlich dafür bezahlt wird, mich zu begleiten, und deshalb lässt er mich nur ungern allein los.

Ich glaube allerdings gar nicht, dass er sich übermäßig Sorgen um mich macht. Er ist einfach ein sehr verantwortungsbewusster Mensch und nimmt seine Aufgabe im Rahmen des Projekts sehr ernst. Nachdem ich ihn heute wegen meines verlorenen Handys ohnehin schon genug hin- und hergeschickt hatte, ließ er mich diesmal ganz in Ruhe weiterarbeiten und sagte, ich solle einfach allein zurückfahren.

Eigentlich war das auch gar nicht schwierig. Eine Kollegin fährt vom selben Bahnhof nach Hause, sodass ich nur noch allein aus der Straßenbahn aussteigen und den kurzen Weg zum Hotel zurücklegen musste. Allerdings sprach ausgerechnet diese Straßenbahn keine Haltestellen an. Deshalb musste ich die Stationen vorsichtig auf meinem Handy verfolgen. Gut, dass ich es wiederhatte! Außerdem muss man hier immer selbst den Halteknopf drücken. Die Bahn hält nicht automatisch an, wenn niemand aussteigen möchte. Ich kenne die Straßenbahnen in Berlin noch nicht besonders gut, aber den Knopf habe ich zufällig ziemlich schnell gefunden.

Wieder ein kleiner Schritt mehr, um Berlin besser kennenzulernen.

In Summary: * This Tuesday has been both a recovery day (recovering from the previous two consecutive days of yard work), and a prep day, spent preparing for the next round of yard work. This next round will be spent mostly working on the front yard between rain showers. Those showers are expected to continue off and on through Thursday, by the way. How much work gets done out there will depend on the weather and my energy level.

I've worked my night prayers early today as I hope to focus on tonight's MLB All Star Game until my brain calls it quits and sends this old body to bed.

Prayers, etc.: * I have a daily prayer regimen I try to follow throughout the day from early morning, as soon as I roll out of bed, until head hits pillow at night.

Health Metrics: * bw= 229.06 lbs. * bp= 146/85 (66)

Exercise: * morning stretches, balance exercises, kegel pelvic floor exercises, half squats, calf raises, wall push-ups, BP breathing exercises, pilates

Diet: * 05:10 – 1 banana * 07:00 – 4 little cookies * 07:20 – 1 peanut butter sandwich * 10:00 – baked fish and vegetables * 11:15 – snacking on little cookies * 12:00 – 1 bacon and egg breakfast taco * 15:00 – 1 fresh apple

Activities, Chores, etc.: * 04:20 – listen to local news talk radio * 04:55 – bank accounts activity monitored. * 05:00 – read, write, pray, follow news reports from various sources, surf the socials, nap * 15:45 – listening to relaxing music

Chess: * 13:55 – moved in all pending CC games

Chapter 1: When Getting Even Feels Like the Only Honest Answer

It is usually not the big public moment that gives away what is happening inside us. It is the quiet moment afterward. The phone is face down on the table. The room is still. The conversation is over, but your mind keeps replaying it. You remember what they said, how they looked at you, how easily they walked away, and how much of the weight they left behind for you to carry. In moments like that, a teaching such as “an eye for an eye” can feel less like ancient Scripture and more like permission. It can sound like God saying, “You are allowed to make this even.”

That is why what Jesus really meant by an eye for an eye matters so much. Most people do not misunderstand the phrase because they are foolish. They misunderstand it because they have been hurt. When someone has embarrassed you, betrayed you, lied about you, cheated you, or damaged something you cannot easily replace, revenge can feel like honesty. It can feel like the only response that admits the wound was real.

I have spent enough time thinking about faith, pressure, pain, and human behavior to know that people rarely call it revenge when they want it. We call it fairness. We call it standing up for ourselves. We call it making sure someone learns a lesson. That is why the difference between justice and personal revenge deserves more than a quick explanation. It reaches into the private places where we know what we want, even when we are not proud of wanting it.

The original command, “an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth,” was not given to encourage cruelty. It was given to limit it. In a world where one injury could start a family feud, and one insult could lead to bloodshed far beyond the original offense, the law created a boundary. The response could not be greater than the harm. The punishment had to be measured. It was a restraint on retaliation.

That changes the way the phrase sounds. It was not God handing human anger a weapon. It was God putting a fence around it.

Then Jesus went further. He did not pretend injustice was harmless. He did not tell wounded people that what happened to them did not matter. He did not ask anyone to call evil good. He showed that even limited revenge could not heal the human heart. A person might succeed in making the other side pay and still wake up angry the next morning. The account might look even from the outside while the soul remained trapped inside the injury.

That is the hidden problem with getting even. It promises an ending, but it often keeps the relationship with the wound alive.

You may no longer speak to the person. You may not see them. Years may have passed. Yet you still have arguments with them in your head while driving to work. You imagine the day they finally understand what they did. You picture the moment when their own life falls apart and they come back to admit that you were right. You do not necessarily want to destroy them. You just want them to feel enough pain to make your pain seem acknowledged.

I understand why that desire appears. There are injuries that leave a person feeling invisible. Someone does real damage and then continues living as though nothing happened. You are left with the cost while they appear to carry none of it. You repair your finances, rebuild your confidence, explain the situation to your family, or try to sleep through a mind that will not become quiet. Meanwhile, they post smiling pictures, make new plans, and speak as if they were the wounded one.

In that kind of situation, forgiveness can sound insulting. It can sound like one more demand placed on the person who has already paid the highest price.

Jesus does not treat the wounded person as though the wound is small. He does something harder and kinder. He separates your healing from the other person’s suffering. He refuses to tell you that you must watch them hurt before you are allowed to become free.

That is where His teaching becomes deeply personal.

The lesson is not that nothing should happen to people who do wrong. Consequences matter. Truth matters. Protection matters. If someone is dangerous, love does not require you to give them another opportunity to harm you. If someone commits a crime, forgiveness does not prevent you from reporting it. If someone repeatedly lies, mercy does not require you to keep trusting them. Boundaries are not revenge. Accountability is not hatred.

The lesson is that your heart cannot safely live on the hope that another person suffers.

That hope changes us slowly. It makes us rehearse the offense because we need to keep the anger strong. It makes every update about the other person feel important. It makes their success feel offensive and their hardship feel satisfying. Before long, our peace depends on what happens to someone else.

That is too much power to hand to the person who hurt you.

Maybe you know what this looks like in ordinary life. You see their name on your phone and your body tightens before you even read the message. Someone mentions them at dinner, and the entire mood inside you changes. You hear that they received a promotion, found a new relationship, or gained the approval of people who never heard your side, and something inside you says, “That is not fair.”

Sometimes it is not fair.

Christian faith does not require us to lie about that. There are times when people avoid consequences. There are times when human systems fail. There are times when the apology never comes, the money is never returned, the rumor is never fully corrected, and the person who caused the damage never seems to understand it.

But there is another unfairness we rarely name. It is unfair for their action to keep taking more of your life years after the event is over. It is unfair for them to occupy your thoughts while you are trying to enjoy dinner with people who love you. It is unfair for the memory of their dishonesty to make you suspicious of every honest person who comes later. It is unfair for their cruelty to train you to become cruel.

Jesus teaches a way of ending that second injustice.

He does not tell you to erase the truth. He tells you that the truth does not need hatred in order to remain true.

That distinction has helped me. I do not have to soften the facts to forgive. I do not have to say, “It was not that bad.” I do not have to pretend the person meant well when I know they did not. I do not have to reopen a door God helped me close. I can tell the truth about what happened and still refuse to make revenge my purpose.

This is not a quick emotional trick. A person does not simply decide one afternoon to stop caring and then never feel angry again. Forgiveness may begin as a quiet choice made while the feelings remain unsettled. You may place the matter in God’s hands on Monday and take it back by Wednesday. You may pray honestly, then wake up at two in the morning remembering another detail.

That does not mean you are fake. It means you are practicing freedom.

The private work often sounds less impressive than people expect. It may be a prayer whispered in the car: “God, I still want them to hurt, and I do not want that desire to own me.” It may be closing the social media page instead of checking whether life has punished them yet. It may be refusing to repeat the story to one more person merely to keep the anger warm. It may be admitting that you miss who you thought they were, even though you no longer trust who they have shown themselves to be.

There is real grief inside revenge. Sometimes what we want back is not an eye or a tooth. We want our time back. We want our innocence back. We want the version of ourselves that trusted easily. We want the family we thought we had, the marriage we thought we were building, the friendship we believed was safe, or the future we expected before one decision changed everything.

No punishment can return those things exactly as they were.

That is one reason Jesus leads us away from retaliation. He knows revenge cannot give us what we are actually mourning. It may create another wound, but it cannot restore the old life.

Grace begins by telling the truth about that loss. You can stop pretending that getting even will bring back what was taken. You can grieve what cannot be recovered in its original form. Then, slowly, you can allow God to build something new without making the person who harmed you the center of the rebuilding.

This is where “turn the other cheek” is also misunderstood. Jesus was not teaching people to become helpless targets. He was showing them how to refuse the role that violence assigns. When someone tries to reduce you to a victim who can only react, you do not have to become a copy of their behavior. You can remain truthful, alert, and strong without allowing their character to become yours.

That is not passivity. It is self-control with a spiritual purpose.

Anyone can hit back. Anyone can send the message designed to wound. Anyone can repeat the private information, embarrass the person publicly, damage the reputation, or wait for the perfect moment to return the pain. The ability to cause harm is not proof of strength. Sometimes the strongest thing a person can do is refuse to use the weapon that anger placed in their hand.

I am not saying this from a distance, as though forgiveness is easy when the lesson is understood. I know that some wounds stay sensitive for a long time. I know there are names that still change the temperature of a room. I know a person can love Jesus sincerely and still feel a rush of anger when an old memory rises.

The question is not whether anger appears. The question is whether anger gets to decide what happens next.

An eye for an eye placed a limit on what people were allowed to do to one another. Jesus placed a deeper limit inside the heart. He taught that another person’s sin does not get unlimited access to your future. It does not get to keep shaping your thoughts, your relationships, your faith, and your identity forever.

You may still need justice. You may still need distance. You may still need to tell the truth clearly and accept that the relationship cannot be repaired. Yet you can do those things without secretly building your life around the day the other person finally suffers.

There comes a moment when you realize that getting even would not make you whole. It would only prove that the wound had taught you how to wound.

Jesus offers a different kind of victory. He teaches you to become free enough that what happened remains part of your story without remaining in control of your character. The event may explain why certain things are hard for you, but it does not have to decide the kind of person you will be.

When you sit in the quiet room and remember what they did, you are allowed to be honest. You can say that it was wrong. You can admit that part of you still wants an apology, an explanation, or a consequence. Then you can ask God for something revenge could never give you: a heart that is no longer waiting for someone else’s pain before it permits itself to heal.

Chapter 2: The Day You Stop Holding Court Inside Your Head

The next morning often tells the truth more clearly than the night before. You wake up, reach for your phone, and before your feet touch the floor, your mind returns to the same person. Nothing new has happened. No message has arrived. No apology is waiting. Yet the argument begins again as if the courtroom inside your head never closed.

You present the evidence. You remember the exact words. You imagine what you should have said. You build the case one more time, and because you know every detail, you win every time. Still, when the trial is over, you do not feel better. You feel tired.

That private courtroom is one of the places where revenge survives after we have decided we are not going to act on it. We may never confront the person. We may never send the angry message. We may never do anything that looks cruel from the outside. But inside, we keep prosecuting them. We keep sentencing them. We keep returning to the offense because we are afraid that releasing it would mean the truth no longer matters.

I think many people stay angry because anger feels like the last witness to what happened. If I stop being furious, maybe I am admitting it was acceptable. If I stop replaying it, maybe I am letting them get away with it. If I forgive, maybe I am betraying the part of me that was hurt.

Jesus does not ask us to betray the truth. He asks us to stop confusing truth with punishment.

What happened can remain wrong even after you stop feeding your anger. The harm can remain serious even when you no longer spend every day proving it to yourself. Forgiveness does not rewrite the event. It changes who is allowed to control the next chapter.

That change is usually quieter than people expect. It may happen when you are washing dishes after dinner and realize you have gone an entire afternoon without thinking about the person. It may happen when someone mentions their name and you notice that your body no longer reacts as sharply. It may happen when you finally tell the story without needing everyone in the room to hate them on your behalf.

Those moments can feel almost disloyal at first. You may wonder whether healing means you have forgotten what mattered. It does not. Healing means the memory is becoming part of your past instead of a command directing your present.

There is a difference between remembering and rehearsing. Remembering helps us learn. Rehearsing keeps us emotionally trapped in the same scene. Remembering may say, “I ignored warning signs, and I will pay attention next time.” Rehearsing says, “I need to feel the full anger again so the wound remains alive.”

One leads to wisdom. The other keeps the injury in charge.

This matters in relationships because an unresolved desire for revenge rarely stays aimed at only one person. It spills. A man is betrayed by one business partner and begins treating every new partner as a possible thief. A woman is lied to in one relationship and starts reading dishonesty into every delay, every quiet moment, every missed call. A parent is disrespected by one adult child and becomes harder with the others. The original person may be gone, but the punishment continues through people who did not cause the wound.

That is one of the costs Jesus is trying to spare us.

When He teaches us not to repay evil with evil, He is not only protecting the person who did wrong. He is protecting everyone who might be harmed by what the wrong awakens in us. He is protecting the children who may grow up under bitterness they did not create. He is protecting the new friend who should not have to answer for the old friend’s betrayal. He is protecting the future spouse who deserves to meet you, not only the defenses someone else forced you to build.

This is where forgiveness becomes practical. It is not a vague feeling of kindness toward someone who hurt you. It is a decision about what you will carry into the next room.

You may carry wisdom. You may carry stronger boundaries. You may carry a clearer sense of what you will no longer tolerate. You may carry grief that still needs time. But you do not have to carry the mission of making someone pay.

That mission is exhausting because it has no clear finish. How much suffering would finally feel like enough? If their relationship fails, would that restore yours? If they lose money, would that repay the years you lost? If they are embarrassed publicly, would that return your dignity? Revenge keeps promising a number it can never name.

Grace names a different goal: freedom.

Freedom does not mean the person becomes safe. Some people should remain at a distance. Some relationships cannot be restored because trust was destroyed and repentance never came. Christian faith does not require us to keep handing access to people who misuse it.

Jesus forgave people who did not deserve it, but He did not entrust Himself to everyone. That distinction matters. You can release hatred without restoring access. You can pray for someone without inviting them back into your private life. You can hope they change while refusing to become the place where they test whether they have.

Forgiveness is offered from your heart. Reconciliation is built by two people.

Reconciliation requires truth. It requires responsibility. It requires change that can be seen over time. A person who demands immediate trust because you say you have forgiven them may still be avoiding accountability. Real repentance does not pressure the wounded person to pretend everything is normal. It understands that some damage takes time to repair and some consequences remain.

That is why justice still matters.

Justice protects the vulnerable. Justice tells the truth in public when silence would allow more harm. Justice may involve a supervisor, a counselor, a church leader, an attorney, a police report, or a firm boundary that disappoints people who do not know the whole story. None of those actions automatically become revenge simply because they are uncomfortable.

The question is what you are trying to accomplish.

Are you trying to stop harm, protect others, and bring truth into the light? Or are you trying to enjoy the sight of another person being crushed? The actions can sometimes look similar from the outside, but the heart knows the difference.

That is why prayer becomes so important. Not the polished kind of prayer that pretends you have already moved beyond the struggle. I mean the honest prayer that says, “God, I want justice, but part of me also wants revenge. Help me know the difference.”

God is not frightened by that honesty. He already knows what is inside us. Hiding it only keeps us from bringing it into the place where He can change it.

Sometimes the most faithful prayer is not “God, bless them” when you cannot say those words sincerely yet. It may begin with, “God, keep me from becoming bitter.” It may be, “God, deal with them rightly because I cannot trust myself to decide what they deserve.” It may be, “God, help me stop checking whether their life is falling apart.”

That kind of prayer is not weak. It is the moment you admit that your heart needs protection from what anger wants to build.

I have learned that resentment often presents itself as strength because it gives us something to hold. When everything else feels uncertain, anger feels clear. It tells us who was wrong. It tells us who is guilty. It tells us why we are hurting. But anger is a poor home. It may shelter us for a night, but we cannot build a life there.

Sooner or later, the rooms become too small.

You notice it when joy feels irresponsible. You feel guilty for laughing because part of you believes the wound should still be honored. You notice it when a good day is interrupted by a memory you almost went looking for. You notice it when peace feels unfamiliar because your body has grown used to being prepared for another fight.

Jesus does not call you away from revenge because He wants to minimize the offense. He calls you away because He wants to return your life to you.

He wants you to sit at the dinner table without another person occupying the empty chair in your thoughts. He wants you to answer a new friendship without making it pass every test the old friendship failed. He wants you to sleep without giving the same argument another hearing. He wants your faith to become larger than the worst thing someone did.

This does not happen by pretending. It happens through repeated choices that may feel small at first.

You stop telling the story to people who only make you angrier. You tell it instead to someone wise enough to help you heal. You stop checking the other person’s life for signs of punishment. You remove the number you keep wanting to call. You write the unsent message and then admit what you were hoping it would accomplish. You let yourself grieve the apology you may never receive.

You also begin paying attention to what is still good.

That can be difficult because pain trains the eye to watch for danger. Yet your life is more than what was taken. There may still be a friend who answers when you call, a child who wants to sit beside you, a quiet morning, useful work, a church community, a dog waiting at the door, or enough strength to begin again. These things do not erase the wound. They remind you the wound did not erase everything.

That is where gratitude becomes more than a pleasant idea. It becomes resistance against the belief that the person who hurt you now owns the whole story.

An eye for an eye says the response must not exceed the offense. Jesus invites us even further, into a life where the offense no longer defines the response at all. He does not deny justice. He frees justice from hatred. He does not excuse wrong. He refuses to let wrong become the pattern we repeat.

The distinct lesson is simple, but it is not easy: the person who wounded you does not get to decide who you become next.

They do not get to choose whether you become suspicious of everyone. They do not get to decide whether you remain gentle. They do not get to write the rules for your future relationships. They do not get to turn your faith into a record of grievances. They may have caused a wound, but they do not own the healing.

God meets you there.

He meets you before the apology. He meets you before the court decision, before the family understands, before the truth is publicly known, and before your feelings have caught up with your decision to forgive. He meets you in the unfinished place.

You may still need time. You may still need help. You may still have mornings when the courtroom opens again. When it does, you can close it one more time. You can say, “God, You know the truth. You judge more clearly than I do. I will not spend today trying this case again.”

Then you can put your feet on the floor and return to the life in front of you.

That is not letting them win.

That is refusing to lose any more of yourself.

Your friend,

Douglas Vandergraph

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Nach der schlaflosen Nacht – 7. Juli

Nach langer Zeit habe ich wieder eine fast schlaflose Nacht erlebt. Das hing zum Teil auch mit der Sammlung von Informationen zusammen. Einige Ticket-Systeme waren etwas komplizierter zu testen, und ich wollte diese Aufgabe endlich abschließen. Deshalb haben Mindaugas und ich die ganze Nacht damit verbracht, verschiedene Websites zu durchforsten.

Ich freue mich darüber, dass die meisten Theater-Websites in Deutschland sehr barrierefrei sind. Nur bei einem Theater konnte ich kein Ticket selbstständig kaufen. Und eigentlich wäre sogar der Kauf selbst noch möglich gewesen. Das Schwierigste ist meistens, das richtige Stück zu finden, anschließend die passenden Plätze auszuwählen oder die notwendigen Ermäßigungen zu erhalten. Außerdem sind Vorstellungen mit Audiodeskription nicht immer eindeutig gekennzeichnet oder lassen sich nicht filtern. Trotzdem kann man fast überall telefonisch beraten werden. Insgesamt schätze ich die Situation deshalb als sehr positiv ein.

Andererseits kann es auch sein, dass ich insgesamt zu geringe Erwartungen an Theater-Websites habe. Ich verbringe meine Zeit schließlich nur sehr selten mit dem Gedanken: „Welches Theater könnte ich heute besuchen?“ oder: „Mal sehen, welches Stück morgen gespielt wird.“ Diese Gewohnheit hängt wahrscheinlich damit zusammen, dass ich seit meiner Kindheit Kultur fast immer nur mit Hilfe anderer oder gemeinsam mit einer Gruppe erleben konnte. Ich war nur selten eine einzelne Besucherin eines Theaters oder Museums, weil Kunst für mich damals einfach nicht so zugänglich war. Heute weiß ich meistens schon vorher, welches Stück mit Audiodeskription angeboten wird, und kaufe gezielt dafür Karten. In Litauen werden solche Vorstellungen oft separat organisiert, und die Tickets werden häufig sogar direkt vom Blindenverband verkauft. Für diese Aufgabe musste ich mir also vorstellen, dass ich einfach spontan einen schönen Abend verbringen möchte und dafür selbst ein barrierefreies Theaterstück suche. Allein diese Vorstellung fühlte sich irgendwie unrealistisch und fremd an. Vielleicht habe ich diese Aufgabe deshalb so lange vor mir hergeschoben. Oder vielleicht musste ich, wenn wir im Winter wieder über Berlin nach Spanien fahren, für Januar tatsächlich einmal einen solchen Theaterabend organisieren.

Mit meiner Schwester haben wir außerdem ein kleines Reel über das Sportfest produziert. Da das Video Audiodeskription enthalten soll, dauert die Produktion allerdings deutlich länger. Ich musste zunächst die Untertitel aufnehmen, und meine Kollegin hat anschließend die Audiodeskription eingesprochen. Die Fertigstellung wird also noch etwas Zeit in Anspruch nehmen. Es war jedenfalls lustig zu zeigen, dass ich ungefähr genauso geschossen habe wie unsere Nationalmannschaft! Ich wollte das Video unbedingt hochladen, aber hier läuft eben alles in einem anderen Tempo. Barrierefreiheit ist insgesamt eine langsame Dame. Aber sie macht Inklusion überhaupt erst möglich. Ich frage mich manchmal, wie solche Fragen wohl in hundert Jahren gelöst sein werden. Oder wird es dann vielleicht gar keine Menschen mehr geben, für die sie heute noch relevant sind?

Ich kann inzwischen einfach nicht mehr die ganze Nacht durcharbeiten und am nächsten Tag trotzdem produktiv sein. Diese schlaflose Nacht habe ich deutlich gespürt. Und wie war das früher? Damals konnte ich die ganze Nacht auf Partys verbringen und am nächsten Tag trotzdem arbeiten oder studieren. Und heute? Heute tauchen nur noch seltsame Gedanken in meinem Kopf auf, und alles verlangsamt sich. Trotzdem wollte ich nach der Arbeit nicht schlafen, damit mein Körper in der Nacht wenigstens etwas zusammenhängende Erholung bekommt.

Morgen treffe ich Herrn Baumeister, den Entwickler des Leitsystems in Berlin – und wahrscheinlich sogar eines der bedeutendsten Leitsysteme Deutschlands. Wenn mein Kopf morgen genauso funktioniert wie heute, werde ich mich bestimmt schrecklich blamieren und überhaupt nichts verstehen.

Die letzte Wahrnehmung meines müden Kopfes: Die U-Bahn-Station riecht nach verschwitzten Zügen!

Übrigens bilde ich mir das nicht nur ein. Mindaugas hat diesen Geruch ganz genauso beschrieben. Jedes Mal, wenn wir an der U-Bahn-Station in der Nähe unseres Hotels vorbeikommen, riechen wir beide diesen seltsamen Geruch. Natürlich wissen wir, dass Züge logischerweise nicht schwitzen können. Aber dieses Metall, der Geruch der Räder und Schienen, vermischt mit dem feuchten Beton unter der Erde – all das hat tatsächlich etwas von Schweiß. Die Bahnhöfe in Litauen riechen ganz anders. Vielleicht schwitzen unsere Züge einfach nicht?

I’m been acting like a flower lately, in the absence of a moon, I’ve gotten energised by the bright shining sun.

I’ve not felt bad, but I did eat halloumi burger with cheddar on it, and I can recommend.

I can recommend

Not only am I a sunflower, bright and yellow. But also in a washed out, wrung out rag, having this distinct old rag sliminess aspect.

I’m a winner in the lottery of life, so why is it so hard even so? And am I even allowed to complain?

I think that it’s meant to be like this

• inhale confidence, • exhale humility.

The Lo-Fi Way I Broke My Addiction to the Algorithm by Mehar Ahmad in the NYTimes (gift link). I can’t say Ahmad’s ideas would work for me, but they’re good ideas and they work for them and that’s what matters. This is another affirmation about something a lot of people are struggling with. That it isn’t just me and people are talking about it.

Why Mamdani Won’t Take off that Damn Suit by Fariha Rahman in City & State New York I enjoyed this, it’s a fun deep dive of shoe-leather reporting. I always thought to dress appropriately for the occasion whatever the occasion is. Mamdani sets an example of how to be a good person and how to present and carry yourself so you are taken seriously. It demonstrates respect and that is a thing that should be universally appreciated. And if you think this image stuff doesn’t matter, go be an idiot away from me.

German Court Says Google Is Liable For False Claims In Its AI Overviews Because They Are Its Own Words by Glyn Moody in Techdirt

The Triceratops – Candy on the Subway Crank this!

That’s all for now.

-Ira

pond

The cellophane wrapper, of a deepest blue, made the grey-green pond water seem positively sickly. It bobbed about upon the ripples, tide in and tide out, moving not a bit further from the muddy bank. Not the slightest crinkle, it shone whole and undiminished under the midday sun. Which, by contrast, did so little to revive the murk in the pond water. It was as if a terrible administrative error had been made. This little piece of affinity with the celestial let to perpetually mill about upon the primordial ooze of mud and larvae and urine and rotting reeds and listless tadpoles. So grotesque, so mindless. No wonder she dare not put her life back together, Leonara mused. Her chin pressing into the soft of the worn railing. Whereas the glint of the cellophane had merely caught passersby’s eyes, it had totally blinded Leonara. So much so that she had dropped the bag of crusts for the ducks. Her fingers usually so assured, when detailing a canvas, making the lower strings of her cello resonate, tickling the soft behind of her lover’s ear, or writing in neat cursive the labels in her flower shop, were given to tremors in public. The cellophane, a tremor. The ducks, nowhere to be seen. Leonara pushed herself back from the railing. All of a shudder, dripping wet, still rubbing out the glint in her eye, and clutching the cellophane in her other fist. She climbed the nearby eucalypt to think some more in the crook of its branches. Well, it’s crinkled now. This, spoiling a languorous summer's afternoon.

There came a point when, ever more conscious of the extent of the terra incognita between the jazz recordings I loved from the ‘50s and ‘60s, and the smaller number of 21st century ones I had taken a shine to, I decided to make an effort to get to grips with some jazz from the intervening decades. This has been a fitful undertaking, and by no means always a successful one. Even so, there has been some tentative progress, and my ignorance has been very slightly reduced.

From the ‘90s, I’ve acquired a small handful of albums by the likes of Brad Mehldau, Tom Harrell & Charlie Haden’s Quartet West; to which I’ve now added Songbook by Kenny Garrett. Last month, Garrett’s composition ‘Sing a Song of Song’ surfaced from the depths of YouTube, and caught my fancy. A CD copy of the album arrived on Friday. It’s a nicely varied affair: ‘Sing a Song of Song’ is smoothly melodic up until a more raucous climax; the opening ‘2 Down & 1 Across’ has a looser & busier feel; ‘Ms Baja’ is laid-back & Latin-influenced, with what sounds like an allusion to ‘The Girl From Ipanema’ near the end. Let by Garrett’s alto sax, his band steer a purposeful course, without veering into the outré on one side, or the kitsch on the other.

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The other new (to me) recording that arrived this week was Gadabout Season by the American harpist and composer Brandee Younger. I’d considered buying the album when it came out last year, but then forgot about it until reminded by Younger’s recent appearance on Norah Jones’ Playing Along podcast/videocast. I already owned her album Brand New Life on CD, and likewise the one (Force Majeure) she recorded with bassist Dezron Douglas during the Covid lockdown. I would have bought this one on CD too, but, looking on ebay I found a listing for a second-hand LP copy that was the cheapest option by nearly a fiver, so I got that instead. It’s another lovely record, on which Younger is accompanied by regular bandmates Rashaan Carter (bass) and Allan Mednard (drums) plus an assortment of guests including Shabaka Hutchings and Makaya McCraven.

On the record, Younger plays a harp that had formerly belonged to Alice Coltrane. While Younger acknowledges Coltrane as an important influence, I was seldom reminded of the latter as I listened. The closing track ‘Discernment’ seemed to slightly resemble the work of the one other contemporary jazz harpist I know — Nala Sinephro. After my first couple of listens, my favourite numbers are the playful title track, and the similarly buoyant ‘New Pinnacle’.

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On Monday I finished reading Rachel Ingalls’ 1982 novella Mrs. Caliban. I only became aware of the book relatively recently – it was one of those things where once I’d first noticed a mention of it, I kept seeing other references to it in all manner of places. Per Wikipedia: “The plot concerns a lonely housewife who finds companionship with an amphibious sea monster named Larry.” It’s an intriguing blend of domestic drama, satirical humour and ‘creature feature’, with a depth of sadness underlying it all. Its several virtues notwithstanding, the book landed slightly wide of the mark for me: well worth the read, just not an ideal fit for my tastes.

Before that I read Days of Grace: Selected Poems by Doris Kareva, as translated from the original Estonian by the splendidly-surnamed Miriam McIlfatrick-Ksenofontov. It brings together poems published over a broad span of Kareva’s career: between 1978 and 2015. As is often the case, only a proportion of the poems connected with significant force, but the hit rate was pretty good. Most of them are short & spare, cool & concise. All but one of them are untitled, and delimited by section signs (‘§’). Here's an example:

A paw extends in the dark
to probe the flow.
There’s no
knowing what will cling to longing.

Raw rough-edged words, terse
and true, translation-proof, from table
to rafters.

Lie there, wordless,
swallow the blood-spit of the dark.

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After short sharp heatwaves in late May and late June, a third one, less intense but more prolonged, is now in tedious effect.

July 12, 2026 — Die Architektur der Trägheit / The Architecture of Inertia

Deutsch –> (/https://write.as/germany-a-winter-s-tale/die-architektur-der-tragheit/)

English –> (/https://write.as/germany-a-winter-s-tale/the-architecture-of-institutional-inertia/)

July 6, 2026 — Vom streitbaren zum verantwortungsvoll betreuenden Liberalismus / From Combatant to “Caregiver” Liberalism

Deutsch –> (/https://write.as/germany-a-winter-s-tale/vom-streitbaren-zum-verantwortungsvoll-betreuenden-liberalismus/)

English –> (/https://write.as/germany-a-winter-s-tale/from-combatant-to-caregiver-liberalism/)

June 25, 2026 — Die-vertändelte Erneuerung / The Dawdling Renewal

Deutsch –> ( /https://write.as/germany-a-winter-s-tale/die-vertandelte-erneuerung/ )

English –> ( /https://write.as/germany-a-winter-s-tale/the-dawdling-renewal/ )

I began documenting my experiences early on as those inner events unfolded in my life. Privately, of course, in my own personal journal. My reasons for this were: 1.) to keep a record of my experiences, 2.) to process them as they unfold, and 3.) to process them again later, after they settle in mind and memory. In all of that, however, I never thought of sharing it publicly. And I still don’t. My personal journal is a very private thing and therefore not to be shared. And there are many reasons for me not to share any of it.

When intimacy enters public view, for example, it becomes subject to interpretation and manipulation. Strangers often do not witness with care; they consume with reckless ease or predatory hunger. Every comment, every share, every algorithmic amplification adds noise to a signal that was once pristine and meant for quiet meditation. The sacred flattens into triviality when rendered consumable.

Then there’s the ineffable nature of the uncanny. The human tongue is incapable of speaking of reality without also betraying it. Writing to bridge that gap only somehow widens the schism. Each word narrows what should expand. Each line traps what should roam free. Each question answered only multiplies tenfold. How does one overcome this paradox?

Another reason not to share is that what I’m trying to convey may not survive the medium's noise. The open web invites all comers, but it also amplifies every static burst into something that distracts and garbles rather than clarifies. I have no way of controlling what the message becomes once it leaves my hands—how it gets parsed, clipped, or twisted in someone else’s memory. A truth given to the internet may become a burden or a weapon, neither of which serves my original purpose, however altruistic.

There’s also the fact that digital permanence outlasts all good intentions. What feels necessary today may feel dangerous tomorrow, especially when deletion is impossible. The web remembers in ways humans do not. I must weigh my future peace with present catharsis.

Though not everything real must be rendered in public. Silence can also be a kind of testimony. And what I share here is only partial disclosure, for there are things that cannot and should not be shared, or shared very sparingly.

There is wisdom in withholding.

⁂

But this blog is not my private journal. And though I’m careful about what I share and how I share it, I fully understand there are risks in doing so. And for all of the reasons not to share it, there are reasons that still compel me to do so.

Certain truths, like people, require crossing thresholds to become more fully themselves by participating in the fabric of reality rather than proving their existence. That the telling is only truly complete when it’s shared with the world—not as a proof—but as testimony.

Yet, despite the necessity of closing the loop of telling, the ineffable strains and evades ordinary language. It isn’t simply the inner lived experience that is a challenge; it is also the investigation into that experience that has lasting, often difficult implications for both author and reader, which may never be fully resolved.

For in the investigation and the documenting, there’s always the friction of doubt. And beyond that doubt lies the writing itself, as it comes to exist in some form, shaped by the frameworks the author has applied and the cultural perspective accumulated. Cobbled together using words and phrasing that may not, in part or in whole, reflect the truth of the subject at hand. Thus, the telling, any telling, is subjective and, to some degree, flawed.

But is that any reason to dismiss said experiences, either as participant or witness, and ultimately refuse their telling?

No.

The inner lived experience—the awe, the wonder—only becomes legible when externalized, even when very few, if any, understand it. Because in the careful sharing of it, there is a kind of alchemy that transforms not the experience itself or its memory, but our perception and grasp of it.

I do not have a name for this desire to document my testimony. Perhaps it doesn’t need a name. Or, maybe the name will come later through the act of writing itself. Concepts precede the meaning of words, and words form only after one has circled the subject enough times to know something of its true nature and character.

Maybe this compulsion—to drag the invisible into the light, to press spirit into ink—is what happens when creatures made of dust choose to dream in light. The body stays restless until it leaves its mark upon the world.

So I leave this here, a partial disclosure. A faint signal amid the growing noise.

We were here, once, and our love lives on.

#Liminality #Spirituality #Mysticism

∞

I saw Supergirl during the last heat wave. (So like, 2 weeks ago?). I knew it didn’t do well with critics and that the box office had been underwhelming by blockbuster movie standards, but I liked it a lot.

I think that after last summer’s bright and cheery Superman, folks were expecting more of the same. But that’s not what the filmmakers were aiming at. The idea here, which I think is cool and actually justifies having 2 identically-powered heroes, is that Clark is open hearted and optimistic because he was raised from infancy by loving parents, whereas Kara grew to adolescence with loving parents and had to essentially watch them die. So she’s angry. And she drinks too much—this is a gag in Superman, where she stumbles in at the end, a party girl who goes off-planet to get wasted, but in this movie its clear that she’s burying her grief under alcohol.

So, yeah, this is a darker movie than Superman, but not the grimdark of some earlier DC movies. It’s also a science fiction movie that takes place entirely on other planets and in space, so that’s a very different vibe from the Metropolis of Superman.

I have rarely seen a movie that tells the truth that grief makes you angry. You see it in revenge movies, but what’s touching about Kara’s story is that there’s no revenge to be had. Her parents weren’t killed by some evildoer—she’s angry, but she’s got nowhere to put this anger, so she channels it into self destruction, which is tough when you’re invulnerable, at least under the light of a yellow sun.

Also? Yes, the costume is kind of dumb with the high boots and the short skirt but at no point in this movie does the camera ogle Milly Alcock the way, for example, the camera ogled Scarlett Johansen in the Avengers movies, especially the first one where her character is introduced with some soft bondage porn.

I suspect this may be driving some of the negative responses to the movie—some people—fine, fine, men—think women probably shouldn’t be superheroes, but if they are, they need to be filmed as objects of desire rather than people.

Eve Ridley also gives a brilliant performance, and Jason Momoa is delightful, although it was never fully clear to me exactly why Lobo was in this movie at all.

I did not like the fact that Krypto being in mortal peril is the plot driver because a)Krypto was so fun in Superman and I was looking forward to more of him and b) DON’T HURT THE DOG, DAMMIT!

So, yeah. It’s probably gone from theaters by now, but when it pops up on HBO Max or whatever, I recommend giving it a watch, unless you’ve got dead parent or injured pet trauma, in which case it might be a tough watch. (Mileage may vary of course—I have dead parent

There is only one.

Choosing which MLB game to follow today is very easy because there is only one: the 2026 MLB All Star Game. The game has a scheduled start time of 7:00 PM CDT and it will be televised nationally on FOX. But I don't like watching sports on TV. So, as I usually do, I'll follow the game's score and stats in real time via MLB's Gameday Service where we can also find links to the radio-call of the game provided by announcers of either league we choose. Coming as a surprise to no one, I'll be cheering for the American League and I'll follow the radio call of their announcers.

And the adventure continues.

that define a life well lived

1. Invest more in experiences than in material things.

2. Spend more money on experiences. Try more foods.

3. Get in shape just once in your life and see how ditterently people treat you.

4. You don't find your purpose-you create it.

5. It's better to live a life full of ‘Oh wells’ than ‘what ifs’

6. Surround yourself with good people.

7. If you hear something often enough, you'll start to believe it.

8. Take it easy on your parents. It's their first time living lite, too.

9. Go and see things for yourself instead of relying on what others say.

10. Speak it. Believe it. It will happen.

11. Get into a room where you feel like you're the dumbest person.

12. Everything you want has already been achieved by someone just like you.

13. You won't miss what's meant for you.

14. You'll never know unless you try.

15. You are the sum of your thoughts.

16. Make great memories with great people.

17. Take the chance. Live the life you want to live, not the life everyone else expects you to live.

18. Life isn't that deep.

19. Progress is built on ordinary days, not perfect ones.

20. Find an amazing partner, and life will become better.

21. Falling in love isn’t a sin.