Wir sind alle Globetrotter.

Ich trage eine Marken-Unterhose, die war schon ohne mich in Vietnam. Die H&M-Jeans, die ich heute früh vom Trockner gezogen habe, sind extra aus Bangladesch zu mir nach Hamburg angereist. Der finster dreinblickende Superheld auf meinem T-Shirt mit dem Energie-Schriftzug ist ganz von Thailand bis zu mir geflogen.  Der Computer, auf dem ich das hier schreibe, wurde in Kalifornien entworfen und in der volkreichen Republik zusammengelötet, und obwohl mein in nur drei Jahren völlig veraltetes Smartphone von einer anderen Marke kommt (die es nicht mal mehr gibt), wurde es nur einige Hallen weiter erstmals zu Testzwecken eingeschaltet. Während meine sauteure, gefütterte Sweatshirt-Kapuzenjacke von dieser todschicken holländischen Segelmodenmarke aus Indien anreiste, sind mein eine italienischen Schuhe aus China eingewandert. Die Socken waren ein Angebot von dem legendären Sockenentwerfer Pierre Cardin (3 Paar knapp 6 Euro), können sich ansonsten aber, ach,  nicht ausweisen. Ich bin sicher, die waren auch ganz schön unterwegs.

Dafür, dass ich zuletzt vor 17 Jahren ins außereuropäische Ausland geflogen bin, sieht meine CO2-Bilanz ziemlich beschissen aus. Aber immerhin modisch.

(Und hier die Übersetzung, netterweise erledigt durch das native American Unternehmen Google:)

We all are globetrotters.
I'm wearing a brand underpants that was already without me in Vietnam. The H & M jeans, which I have now taken early from the dryer, all the way from Bangladesh to me in Hamburg. The scowling superhero on my t-shirt with the energy signature is flown entirely from Thailand to me. The computer on which I'm writing this, was designed in California and soldered together in the populous republic, and although my in just three years completely outdated phone from another brand comes (which not even there), it was only a few halls further first powered test purposes. During my acidic expensive, lined sweatshirt hoodie from this swanky Dutch sailing clothing brand from India anreiste, my one Italian shoes from China have immigrated. The socks were a quotation from the legendary Sockenentwerfer Pierre Cardin (3 pair just under 6 euros), but otherwise can, alas not identify. I'm sure that was quite nice on the road.

That I last flew 17 years ago out of Europe, sees my CO2 balance out pretty crappy. But still fashionable.


Kommentare:

Christian meurer hat gesagt…

lieber thies,

du hast da einen prominenten mitstreiter (siehe unten)

gruß

christian

Union Sundown by Bob Dylan
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Well, my shoes, they come from Singapore
My flashlight’s from Taiwan
My tablecloth’s from Malaysia
My belt buckle’s from the Amazon
You know, this shirt I wear comes from the Philippines
And the car I drive is a Chevrolet
It was put together down in Argentina
By a guy makin’ thirty cents a day

Well, it’s sundown on the union
And what’s made in the U.S.A.
Sure was a good idea
’Til greed got in the way

Well, this silk dress is from Hong Kong
And the pearls are from Japan
Well, the dog collar’s from India
And the flower pot’s from Pakistan
All the furniture, it says “Made in Brazil”
Where a woman, she slaved for sure
Bringin’ home thirty cents a day to a family of twelve
You know, that’s a lot of money to her

Well, it’s sundown on the union
And what’s made in the U.S.A.
Sure was a good idea
’Til greed got in the way

Well, you know, lots of people complainin’ that there is no work
I say, “Why you say that for
When nothin’ you got is U.S.–made?”
They don’t make nothin’ here no more
You know, capitalism is above the law
It say, “It don’t count ’less it sells”
When it costs too much to build it at home
You just build it cheaper someplace else

Well, it’s sundown on the union
And what’s made in the U.S.A.
Sure was a good idea
’Til greed got in the way

Well, the job that you used to have
They gave it to somebody down in El Salvador
The unions are big business, friend
And they’re goin’ out like a dinosaur
They used to grow food in Kansas
Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw
I can see the day coming when even your home garden
Is gonna be against the law

Well, it’s sundown on the union
And what’s made in the U.S.A.
Sure was a good idea
’Til greed got in the way

Democracy don’t rule the world
You’d better get that in your head
This world is ruled by violence
But I guess that’s better left unsaid
From Broadway to the Milky Way
That’s a lot of territory indeed
And a man’s gonna do what he has to do
When he’s got a hungry mouth to feed

Well, it’s sundown on the union
And what’s made in the U.S.A.
Sure was a good idea
’Til greed got in the way

Copyright © 1983 by Special Rider Music

Thies hat gesagt…

Und das vor dreißig Jahren.
(Vielleicht sollte ich meinen Text vortragen und dazu Mundharmonika spielen.)