{"id":1314,"date":"2020-11-24T17:44:40","date_gmt":"2020-11-24T16:44:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/?p=1314"},"modified":"2020-11-27T16:53:54","modified_gmt":"2020-11-27T15:53:54","slug":"barbara-goettingen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/en\/barbara-goettingen\/","title":{"rendered":"Barbara: G\u00f6ttingen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>European Diary, 24.11.2020:<\/strong> Twenty-three years ago today, Barbara Brodi died. Born in 1930 as Monique Andr\u00e9e Serf, she was known, of course, primarily under the name with which she conquered the chanson stages of the world: Barbara.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_1340\" style=\"width: 225px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-1340\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\" wp-image-1340\" src=\"http:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/Barbara_1965-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/Barbara_1965-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/Barbara_1965-1024x1024.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/Barbara_1965-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/Barbara_1965-768x768.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/Barbara_1965-1536x1536.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/Barbara_1965-1008x1008.jpg 1008w, https:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/11\/Barbara_1965.jpg 1903w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-1340\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Barbara in Amsterdam, \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a019. October 1965<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Her father Jacques Serf came from Alsace, her mother Esther Brodsky from Odessa. In 1940 she fled with her Jewish family out of the German-occupied part of France. She was finally able to go into hiding in a small rural community in southeastern France, and in 1944 she experienced liberation in hiding, now near Paris. A music teacher from the neighborhood heard her singing, and soon she received singing and piano lessons. She had her first musical appearances in a Parisian cabaret and soon moved to Brussels where she sang chansons by Edith Piaf and Juliette Greco. Back in Paris she also performed songs of her new friends Jacques Brel and Georges Brassens.<\/p>\n<p>At the beginning of July 1964, even before her big breakthrough one year later, Barbara came to a guest performance at the &#8220;Young Theatre G\u00f6ttingen&#8221;. She had only hesitantly accepted, and finally, perhaps to put the seriousness of this first invitation from Germany to the test a little, insisted on playing on a grand piano. When she entered the stage on July 4, 1964, however, there was only a little piano &#8211; and she refused to perform. The grand piano was finally borrowed by an old lady in G\u00f6ttingen and carried through the city by ten students. The concert began two hours late. And Barbara stayed for a week. On the last day she wrote a song that was to become a melodious symbol of French-German peace and friendship, sung by a Jewish singer: &#8220;G\u00f6ttingen&#8221;. In 1967, when she was to perform again in G\u00f6ttingen and this time in the sold-out Stadthalle, the municipal concert hall, the concert was broadcast live in France.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Barbara - G\u00f6ttingen (1967)\" width=\"1008\" height=\"756\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/s9b6E4MnCWk?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>And here the text in French and English.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Barbara<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>G\u00f6ttingen<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Bien s\u00fbr ce n&#8217;est pas la Seine<br \/>\nCe n&#8217;est pas le bois de Vincennes<br \/>\nMais c&#8217;est bien joli quand m\u00eame<br \/>\n\u00c0 G\u00f6ttingen, \u00e0 G\u00f6ttingen<\/p>\n<p>Pas de quais et pas de rengaines<br \/>\nQui se lamentent et qui se tra\u00eenent<br \/>\nMais l&#8217;amour y fleurit quand m\u00eame<br \/>\n\u00c0 G\u00f6ttingen, \u00e0 G\u00f6ttingen<\/p>\n<p>Ils savent mieux que nous je pense<br \/>\nL&#8217;histoire de nos rois de France<br \/>\nHerman, Peter, Helga et Hans<br \/>\n\u00c0 G\u00f6ttingen<\/p>\n<p>Et que personne ne s&#8217;offense<br \/>\nMais les contes de notre enfance<br \/>\nIl \u00e9tait une fois commence<br \/>\n\u00c0 G\u00f6ttingen<\/p>\n<p>Bien s\u00fbr nous, nous avons la Seine<br \/>\nEt puis notre bois de Vincennes<br \/>\nMais Dieu que les roses sont belles<br \/>\n\u00c0 G\u00f6ttingen, \u00e0 G\u00f6ttingen<\/p>\n<p>Nous, nous avons nos matins bl\u00eames<br \/>\nEt l&#8217;\u00e2me grise de Verlaine<br \/>\nEux c&#8217;est la m\u00e9lancolie m\u00eame<br \/>\n\u00c0 G\u00f6ttingen, \u00e0 G\u00f6ttingen<\/p>\n<p>Quand ils ne savent rien nous dire<br \/>\nIls restent\u2026<\/p>\n<p><strong>G\u00f6ttingen<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Certainly, there is no Seine<br \/>\nAnd also the forest not of Vincennes,<br \/>\nBut there would be a lot to say<br \/>\nFrom G\u00f6ttingen, from G\u00f6ttingen<\/p>\n<p>Paris is sung about again and again,<br \/>\nThere are no songs about G\u00f6ttingen,<br \/>\nAnd love blooms there as well<br \/>\nIn G\u00f6ttingen, in G\u00f6ttingen.<\/p>\n<p>It seems to me, we are far worse connoisseurs<br \/>\nIn terms of &#8220;France&#8217;s great men<br \/>\nWhen Hermann, Helga, Fritz and Franz<br \/>\nIn G\u00f6ttingen.<\/p>\n<p>Here also played without question,<br \/>\nThe fairy tale of our childhood days:<br \/>\n&#8220;Once upon a time&#8230;&#8221; Yes, where did it begin?<br \/>\nIn G\u00f6ttingen.<\/p>\n<p>Certainly, there are no Seine<br \/>\nAnd also the forest not of Vincennes,<br \/>\nBut I never saw such beautiful roses<br \/>\nIn G\u00f6ttingen, in G\u00f6ttingen<\/p>\n<p>The dawn is not the same<br \/>\nLike Verlaine, the silver-pale one,<br \/>\nBut sadly it is also true for the French<br \/>\nIn G\u00f6ttingen, in G\u00f6ttingen<\/p>\n<p>It does not get further with words,<br \/>\nThen know that smiling is smarter:<br \/>\nIt can achieve even more with us,<br \/>\nThe blond child in G\u00f6ttingen&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>What I say now, that certainly sounds<br \/>\nFor some people unforgivable:<br \/>\nThe children are exactly the same<br \/>\nIn Paris, as in G\u00f6ttingen.<\/p>\n<p>Let this time never return<br \/>\nAnd never again hatred will destroy the world:<br \/>\nThere are people I love,<br \/>\nIn G\u00f6ttingen, in G\u00f6ttingen<br \/>\nBut weapons should speak again,<br \/>\nIt would break my heart!<br \/>\nWho knows what would be left over<br \/>\nFrom G\u00f6ttingen, from G\u00f6ttingen.<\/p>\n<p>Beautiful roses bloom<br \/>\nIn G\u00f6ttingen, in G\u00f6ttingen.<br \/>\nBut weapons should speak again,<br \/>\nIt would give me<\/p>\n<p>break the heart!<br \/>\nWho knows what would remain<br \/>\nFrom G\u00f6ttingen, from G\u00f6ttingen.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>European Diary, 24.11.2020: Twenty-three years ago today, Barbara Brodi died. Born in 1930 as Monique Andr\u00e9e Serf, she was known, of course, primarily under the name with which she conquered the chanson stages of the world: Barbara. Her father Jacques Serf came from Alsace, her mother Esther Brodsky from Odessa. In 1940 she fled with [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[77,66],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1314"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1314"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1314\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1344,"href":"https:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1314\/revisions\/1344"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1314"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1314"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lasteuropeans.eu\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1314"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}