THE WORLD ENDS AND BEGINS IN BERLIN WITH MUSIC IN COVID-19 SPRING, FRIDAY 13th MARCH, 2020

It's Friday 13th of March.
I'm in bed office before 11pm with a hot water bottle warming cold toes.
A replay of this evening's live-streamed concert by Daniel Kahn is symbolically replaying to my adjacent empty main workroom, near-replicating how it played to a near-empty P.A.N.D.A Theater, just a 10-minute walk away from me a couple of hours before.

Not the moon

Berlin's bars, pubs and clubs were closed today to flatten the curve of the COVID-19 virus.
I'm in bed office to flatten the curve of my own virus.
I'll be winning as soon as my toes warm up.
The city's large theatres and concert houses already announced closure on Tuesday.
Other, smaller venues, including some of my performer friends' show venues have been cancelling shows.
Public transport is scaled back.

But Daniel Kahn is on with some culture, elbows up to him along with Christian Dawid and the Russian theatre for their generosity of spirit.
Instead of cancelling, the show must went on.
It lives on eternally here, and I highly recommend it
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Friday the 13th and superstition, be damned.

Outside in the courtyard, the weather is heading back to a bit chillier.
Monday's full moon has lost its fat yin-yang face.
People have recovered from their insomnia.

It is in fact a good day.
Well, night.
A well night.

22 years ago tonight on a full moon I moved to Europe.
After a journey that included two hours of flying into a glorious sunset with the classical music of Russian composers in my in-flight headphones, we landed at a snowy Sheremetyevo and everyone aboard clapped.
I thought they knew something I didn't know.
Just business as usual.

Though it turned out they didn't know about 1998's imminent crash of the rouble.
Having just lived through the crash of South Korea's won, I saw it coming.
It was entirely predictable.
Just like this pandemic virus.

According to all the commentators, the impact of COVID-19 means we're heading for a flat economic curve.
It's looming. 
About time we all got over the myth of endless economic growth.

Thank goodness we've still got culture streaming around our home world this time round the sun.