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EDINBURGH e x p l o r e r Unknown Past Discovering Cramond’s Roman History Sweet Edinburgh Bibi’s Cupcake Temptation Occupy Edinburgh From Wall Street to St. Andrew Square From no God to God Particle Edinburgh`s Great Minds Ghosts-Hunting Terrifying Adventures in the Scottish Capital Edinburgh`s Nightlife Like a Fortune Cookie: You don`t know what you get!1
download full book: www.lulu.com/content/ebook/edinburgh-explorer/12293701 Editorial I like Edinburgh ... H aving spent three weeks in Edinburgh in November I have learned how useful a transparent umbrella can be. Shielding my- self from heavy rain and stormy blasts with my non-transparent one, I hit two street lamps and one bollard. So maybe get one, solid as well if possible. Gumboots can also be a helpful item to bring as you might face quite remarkable torrents in combination with a very wet and soggy ground. However, real Edinburgh people don`t seem to care about the weath- er AT ALL. Even when the first snow falls (which actually happened!) you will always come across some bravehearts in shorts and flip flops. Especially on Saturday night - it might be as cold as it can possibly get - it won`t stop the girls from wearing skirts resembling belts. For various reasons earplugs are another handy thing to have on you. After a while you might like to escape the ineluctable sound of the bagpipes all around the city centre. Alarms go off in Edinburgh very frequently, too – for whatever reasons. In the building I stayed in, there was this young lady on the first floor who obviously liked to cook and practised every evening. Unfortunately she often managed to set fire to her food, so the smoke alarm sounded loud and long. And just to add to the noise levels, there are plenty of private parties going on in Edinburgh, which is nice unless you happen to actually want to sleep. Follow this advice and you will be well prepared for most unpleasant incidents you might have to face here on occasions. Then you can relax and happily venture out and explore this pretty, historical and very vibrant city. „... because it is a very compact city and you can And there is so much to like about Edinburgh. We have asked resi- dents and visitors what it is for them and you will find out in the course of walk from one end to the other.“ this magazine. The top answer by far has been: “It`s small and you can walk everywhere.” But there is so much more. Go for it! Peter, 30, from Ireland, Caroline Wimmer journalist in Edinburgh since 20042 3
ContentsEdinburgh ABC Christos Kambouris 6Faces of Edinburgh 11 In the Streets of Edinburgh Sophie Luise Bauer 12 She who Stands in the Cold Edith Daibel 14 Go but Don`t Come Back Tomorrow Monika Weiß 16 Bagpipes on the Rocks Jasmin Kriegelstein, Andrea Beres 20 Timeless Tradition Edith Daibel 22From Wallstreet to St. Andrews Square Edith Daibel, Christos Kambouris 26German - Most Spoken in Scotland Amongst Tourists Monika Weiß 32Sugarholic`s Paradise Andrea Beres 38Fitness Unusual Sophie Luise Bauer 40From God to No God Particle Christos Kambouris 46An Old School Motion Sophie Luise Bauer 50Let`s Entertain You Sophie Luise Bauer 56Welcome to Edin, Bro! Christos Kambouris 62Nightfever, Nightfever Sophie Luise Bauer 66Phantoms and Ghosts Caroline Wimmer 70Rediscovering Cramond`s Roman Past Jasmin Kriegelstein 78Wildlife at First Hand Jasmin Kriegelstein, Andrea Beres 82Pony for Sale Andrea Beres 84German Christmas Special Jasmin Kriegelstein, Monika Weiß 86The Authors 88Imprint 90 5
In the Streets of Edinburgh words by Sophie Luise Bauer photographs by Caroline Wimmer N early midnight in Edinburgh. My flatmate and I are heading home after an evening of exploring the backyards. As we pass the Grass- reason why he chooses to perform on the streets rather than in the bars and clubs any more. The power that you experience listening to him out- market, we can hear from afar the raw sound of side may not be captured indoors, as the size of the music. Magically attracted, we stand in front of a room places limitations on how far he can push it. musician with a powerful and hypnotic voice. It goes right through us. The yellow light of the tunnel Then he discloses some incredible stories he is standing in creates a mystic atmosphere. His of his experiences so far. One of them was about clothes are those of a veteran performer. His locks when he got his first gig in Edinburgh. He had ar- are flying in the wind and his hands are swollen and rived in the city and was looking around for work blue from the icy cold. Expressive and clear, he per- in some of the bars. He found work in the bar called forms the last lines of “Hotel California” from The “Opium”. This post was short lived because of a dis- Eagles. Only when he finishes his song does he reg- pute about wages with the manager, for which he ister us, looking at us with alert and striking eyes. was fired. Having no work and no income he de- As if to ask what his new found audience is asking cided to give busking a go and played outside the of him. bar that he had been fired from. He had decided during the week to shave his head and because of His name is Martin Kelly from Killimer, Coun- this, when the manager heard him sing, he did not ty Clare (Ireland) and he has just arrived in town know who he was. He went on to offer him a gig in after a five year absence. He has been travelling the the very pub that he had been let go from the previ- world and living the free life of a busker. So I ask ous week. Martin couldn`t believe his ears but went him why he had decided to return to this city af- along with it. He was offered £50 and free drink. ter being gone for so long. He says it was because And only after agreeing to do it, did he reveal who of its spirit. “Once you could make a good living on he was. That was back in 2005. After a long time the streets of Edinburgh”, he explains, adding re- touring the world he settled down in Galway but gretfully that it seems at the present moment that the quiet life was not ment for him as he missed the this is no longer the case. Things have changed liberty that came with busking. He chose to leave a over the years. “There seems to be a lot more of a very successful career as a manager of a marketing seedy side to the streets nowadays.” I ask him why he company and went back to what he loved, his life has picked this place to perform than on the busy as a busker. Grassmarket. He answers with a proud smile on his face: “My voice has improved over the years since I I would like to give him a hot drink but all I left and in turn the power of delivery is not for the can offer is a few coins, which he more than de- faint hearted people who live on the Grassmarket.” serves, so that he may pay his hostel for the night. And that`s the reason he had to move from that As my flatmate and I disappear into the night, we area. When you listen to him it really has the sound hear the sad but beautiful sound of “Hallelujah” by of a man who sings for his life. This is also the Leonard Cohen.12 13
She who Stands in the Cold Street, wrapped in many layers – two pair of trou- sers, five T-shirts and pullovers. The wind is howl- ing around this lady from Manchester, blows into „But all this I yielded up to astonishment. Even the most familiar part of it.“ her white blouse, balloons her black pants. Helen Bert Brecht barely notices the rest of the passers-by on the street. words by Edith Daibel photographs by Caroline Wimmer In front of her – next to the rolls - is a cross- word puzzle. This is her pastime when she is not I t smells good, as the lid is lifted. “Would you like to have some onions?“ Helen gives the young man in the green T-shirt a friendly look; her red is the 27th November, the first day of Advent. The small red train with the white reindeer on top pass- es in front of Helen’s Hot-dog stand with a warning serving customers. Helen doesn’t like her job, not at all! “You can’t expect much of life these days, can you?“ She is happy not to live on benefits. And her wollen hat is pulled down over her forehead. The bell. “Santa Claus is coming into town“ people are work is well paid, Helen says. But she likes Edin- sauces, chili, mustard, ketchup are there to add as chanting. Helen stares blankly at nothing. Right in burgh: “It is not overcrowded; it is not hustle and required, then - a cold drink, and good-bye. Again, front of her, on the other side of the Princes Street, is bustle like in other cities. It is easy walking around. time, plenty of time. The Englishwoman grabs a a statue to commemorate some man. It faces Castle Manchester is busy all the time.“ strand of her reddish hair with her hand. And now: Street. “I don`t know him“, the 52-year-old shakes what? her head. Behind Thomas Guthrie – philantropist “No, I am not married. But I have lived with (1803-1873) - unfolds the Edinburgh castle. my partner for 33 years.“ Helen’s been in Scotland “It is boring, very boring!“ Helen has been for 30 years. Yes, she likes it, except for her job. It standing here since 10.30 in the morning. It’s now “Oh, I don`t like that view!“ she says. Helen was the work that took her away from home – and 4 pm. One and a half more hours to go for today. shifts from one foot to the other. “The business is landed her on Scotland`s shores. Manchester is not “Yes, this is my job. I am here almost every day, every not going very well this weekend. It is too windy, a beautiful place, it is a very industrial city. How- week, seven hours a day“. too cold.“ And most of the people are strolling over ever, she goes back very often. The last time she to the Christmas Market this afternoon. Helen is visited her hometown was only two weeks ago. Her The words come quietly from her lips. Today standing at the corner of Castle Street and Princes relatives and friends are there. She will go back for Christmas. The longest time she goes without visit- Helen and stand: Helen`s Hot-dog stand at the corner Princes Street/Castle Street ing Manchester is two months. Three girls are appoaching the red stand. Hel- Helen doesn`t talk a lot, doesn`t seem to en grabs a roll of white bread. “Onions?“ “Sauce?“ like talking much. Only half an hour longer to go “The chily sauce is good.“ Business as usual and this afternoon. And then: it is closing time! Helen then, again: “Good-bye.“ smiles, as her working hours are coming to an end for today. She will spend the evening with her part- Time is creeping slowly away. For 13 years now ner in front of the new fireplace at their home. Helen has stood and sold Hot-dogs in Edinburgh. She buries her hands deeply into the pockets “Oh, I don`t want to think of the time ahead. of her white blouse as a gust of wind is blowing be- I still have to work for too many years!“ Helen drags hind her. There is no heater to warm up the feet, her red hoody closer over her red cap. And the the hands. The red umbrella next to the mobile hot- music is fading out around her. Helen is patient. dog stand remains closed. On rainy days, it offers little comfort.14 15
I like Edinburgh, because ...like Edinburgh ... I Imprint Authors Andrea Beres Caroline Wimmer Christos Kambouris Edith Daibel Jasmin Kriegelstein Monika Weiss Sophie Luise Bauer layout Caroline Wimmer photograph Cover Jasmin Kriegelstein photographs on „I like edinburgh...“ Caroline Wimmer publisher Curso eG Rungestr. 22-24 10179 Berlin Deutschland Edinburgh, December 2011 „... because it has a rich history and so many secrets.“ Aimee, 21, student, from Edinburgh90