Alfred Popper-A&E in echo chambers

Published on 24 July 2024 at 21:51

In August 2023 I decided to confront myself with my Jewish step granddad Alfred Popper who was a Jewish Holocaust survivor. He is the reason why I have the American Passport because he was able to escape to the USA. After the second world war, my grandmother Brigitta Köngeter was divorcing my Grandfather Walter Köngeter. She fell in love with dentist Alfred Popper, who was located as an American soldier for denazification close to her. He told her that the future of Germany would be dark, and convinced my grandmother to immigrate with her children to the USA. So my father has been raised by a Jewish doctor, which is quite interesting. Also because Alfred Popper could be related to the Philosopher Karl Popper. It gave me the motivation to travel to the German locations Alfred Popper used to live before he left to the USA. Since I feel abandon by my Family, I still question my motives about this Trip. I also feel as a survivor of Google, which IS owned by two Jewish founders. Creating content in their interest feels like a constant torture and grooming human traffic situation. There is a straight conflict transition of my family To Google wish also seems like a homophobic abandonment environment to me. Because of my financial situation, traveling always ends up in debts and bankruptcy. I tried traveling to Düsseldorf one year before, which ended up in a total disappointment.

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My Story about the Name Alfred is dedicated to my Jewish step grandpa Alfred Popper, who is a German Holocaust survivor. It is based on Otto Gertzen's PDF file and an initiative run by the University of Münster for Jewish students on campus. The brief biography is titled Corridor conversations (Flurgespräche). I found the PDF online and, after speaking with Otto Gertzken, decided to visit the last places Alfred Popper lived in Germany before fleeing to the United States. My grandma, Brigitta Wach, divorced my grandfather Walter Köngeter and married Alfred Popper, her second husband. Alfred immigrated with her, my father, and his siblings to the United States, where they lived in New York, Boston, and Falmouth, Maine, where they both died. My tour focused on false flag dialect, which aligned with the conclusions of Wittgenstein, Hegel, and Karl Popper. Perhaps Alfred's father was related to the philosopher Karl Popper. His mother was a Marxist, but the entire family was exterminated during the Holocaust.I traveled the summer before October 7, 2023, and it appeared like Google was showing me a prophecy involving an accident that occurred behind me in front of the Jewish memorial in Weener, where Alfred was born.There is also an intriguing connection to my dentists, Drs. Ralf Grime and Lars Pischzik. They practice on the opposite side of the Brecht House in Berlin. Alfred Popper was a dentist, and it appears that my dentist is the only doctor who makes sense in my life. What is your story about prophecies, dialects and the name Alfred?

 In giving it a second chance one year later, I feel like never wanting to travel again. Long Story short, I regret my Trip To Weener mostly because no one seemed interested, and I feel disappointment. It's a General Feeling I have with German Jewish relationship and influence. Before my Trip, I found a PDF online from Alfred Popper written by Otto Gertzen in a project from the university Münster about Jewish students at their university. I also called Mister Gertzen and he was willing to have a conversation with me on the Phone where he gave me some information. 

  Since I am not familiar with the north seaside of Germany, I had no imagination about the area Alfred grew up. The East Frisian people there have not the best Representation in Germany because of their dialect. So my trip was basically about dialect and cultures shock, which I feel already when I travel to the west of Berlin. I would like to mention that this trip happened the summer before the 7. October. The false flag dialect rumors about the situation made me feel even more unmotivated to write about it. So I will keep my Time travel experience with Alfred Popper short because IT IS already documented on my Google Phone. I Had To sell it after the Trip, but I think Google Maps got their movement protocol.

My route went with the Deutschland Ticket from Berlin to Hamburg, where I changed train the first time. It was raining heavy, and I was surprised that I had traumatic feelings towards the city Hamburg. I started my media Life at Tush Magazine in Hamburg, and the fashion scene and really underpaid work there left a bad tone.

When I could leave this strange Hamburg Main station, I felt released. The next step was Bremen, which I liked, and so I spend my first night there at a hostel.

In the morning, I went to leer and was surprised how the city mentioned Jewish deportation already at the main station.

After taking pictures, I took a Bus to the Jewish cemetery. It is the place where Alfred's brother Julius is buried. Because of the rain and the Bus driver's driving behavior, I had my first impulse. The Bus driver, another passenger Lady and I started to have a conversation about people's dialect and told each other where we were coming from. I have an audio of this conversation because I had pushed record before to record the Bus station announcements for artistic expression.

When I left the bus, a guy with the name Carsten showed me the way to the cemetery. He was from cologne and I felt more welcome with his Rhenish dialect. Carsten helped me look for Julius grave, but we did not find it. We found a symbolic motorcycle toy and a mushroom instead.

When we left the cemetery, Carsten told me that he was jumping with a few friends on Father's Day into the canal next by. The water was so toxic that he got inflammation spots on his body. I thought this was a very interesting war transition. It could have also been the cause of Julius death. 

After this visit I went on to the little town called Weener where Alfred grew up. It is a very beautiful town where people speak Dutch because it is so close to the Netherlands Border.

In front of the Heimatmuseum Weener is a Jewish memorial. When I took a picture, an accident happened behind me. An older Lady wanted to turn left and hit a red car on the main street with three man. This is relevant for the story conclusion in the end.

I really enjoyed the Harbor in Weener but drove the same day back to leer. 

The night I spend at the hostel of Rabbiner-Manfred-Gans which is a place I can recommend because it is affordable. When I woke up, I saw Volker Beck in the morning news taking about the danger of uprising antisemitism in Germany. 

On this day, I visited the Gymnasium where Alfred used to study. Besides the school is also the Jewish school where Alfred's father use to teach girls. The story about a lost girl in Leer, during deportation, is very well presented through the city.

You also find an interesting Wood store there called "My Dutch living room".  I had to think about my Dutch diva DNA coming from my grandmother Cornelia Caarls who just passed away before. She raised her kids in Austria, where she was judged as a diva for needing a living room instead of a barrack room like Austrian people spend their time in. 

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My story about the name Cornelia is dedicated to my Dutch, catholic grandmother Cornelia Caarls. We used to take a shower together when I was very small. I looked at her in surprise and exclaimed, "Oma, you have huge bubs." She laughed and repeated the story to everyone. Oma drank a lot of alcohol, and she always had one after we completed an exam. When my brother Kilian completed his exam, she filled me up with strawberry liquor. After she divorced my grandfather, she moved to a large mansion in Austria's Kitzbüheler Alps. When her Dutch sister paid her a visit, she wanted to know how it felt to pass out from booze. After trying to get her sister to go into the kitchen and sample it, she began to cry. She once took all of her grandchildren on a snow slide in the mountains. After watching us, she was desperate to attempt it herself. Following that, she fractured her hips. What's your story regarding grandmothers' wacky experiments and the name Cornelia?

I was very ambivalent when to stop my trip but decided to continue my journey to Rheine and Münster. Rheine was the last place Alfred was registered and Münster the university he went to. On my way, my Google Pixel sent me two Pop-ups. The first one was my dentist number, which made me curious because Alfred was a dentist. The second one was the contact of ADAC. I checked out the Marketplace and the location where Alfred lived. There is a restaurant called the red deer in it now. The Pixel Pop Up of my dentist number happened again right in front of Alfred's door.

When I went back to the train station I heard a big noise in the air and when I looked up there were an ADAC helicopter above me. It is funny because when I finished my therapy I made this song inspired by the song A&E from Goldfrap. The songs are about waking up in the A&E after a break-up.

 The Google phone must have calculated the time shift, and it seems like they know the future. I made a picture to prove.

All the cities I went to seemed quite empty, which all of a sudden changed in Münster.  Münster is a very beautiful student town. I managed to find the university dentist clinic and made a few pictures there

With the Life in the city, the prices of the hostel also changed. After spending one night there, I had to go back to Berlin.

When I came home, YouTube showed me a video from Ludwig Wittgenstein. The video includes a car accident example exactly like the one behind me, in front of the Jewish memorial in Weener.

The car accident is supposed to clarify the philosophy of Wittgenstein,. Ludwig Wittgenstein finds all questions of philosophy answered in words, languages and dialect. So I had to think how words in expansion of misunderstood dialect is responsible for conflict, grooming, hardening and trauma. 

This is the story about my trip, and Is this not a very interesting way of surveillance capitalism? They sent me codes, symbols and a conclusion for my journey.  During my trip, I wrote horrible e-mails to the Central Council of Jews and the rotary club. I did not want to write my family and choose them for replacement. Then the 9 October happened, and I did not watch news for a half a year anymore to not receive any prophecies.

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