Ribes sanguineum
Source: from the rarities market from the Botanical Garden of Vienna,
Blood red currant; Grossulariaceae, Saxifragales 3-652.
Sense and trituration proving, Langzeil/Güssing, 12 April 2022.
Provers: Jan Scholten (1), Christina Ari (2), Susanne Diez (3), Silke Koch (4), Maria Kubicek (5), Franz Swoboda (6).
Comment Prover 6: In parentheses ( ) I place explanations of the dialect and vulgar expressions that were common in the babble of speech in our dysfunctional family. I try to put the protocols together in a reasonably consistent manner.
As the examination progresses, the relationships of the examinees to each other gradually emerge.
Prover 5 is the old demented bully with a wartime background, Prover 2 his wife with breast cancer, Prover 3 his mentally disabled daughter, Prover 6 his sister who cares for him and uncovers his past.
First, Prover 5's recollection, to anticipate mood and content.
C1/1
Prover 5: At the beginning, I write out first. I immediately feel like I'm being pedantic in my movements. I got quite a bit of flower and leaf and struggle with it. The lactose seems to be completely absorbed by the plant after only a short time, and I rub pink and green stuff as I get more and more upset that I'm being asked to do this. My movements are firm and angular. I feel masculine, petty, know-it-all, stubborn, bitter and alone. Every comment from the others annoys me. They get on my nerves. No one does as they should.
They are all morons (dummkopf, idiot) who have no idea. The government as well as my fellow men.
I hold on to my stubborn edgy movements and know-it-all attitude.
If I let go, there would be a landslide into the bottomless pit. Then I would have to face my issues and that is completely impossible.
My traumas are locked deep down. Just don't move even a millimeter towards them! That would be horrible.
Only with time do I realize that I have a family. I prefer to fade them out, because they only annoy me, are annoying and highly uncomfortable, especially when they want something from me, where the least emotions would be required. This does not work at all.
The disabled daughter (Prover 3) is another punishment of life for me. I don't see why life has treated me so badly. I have always done everything right, fulfilled my duties.
And then, after all the madness in my youth, I get such a dodo (pejorative for: mentally underdeveloped person), who has to be taken care of all the time. But I leave that to my wife (Prover 2). I am not responsible for that. She should take care of it. Women can do that better anyway.
In general, the children were always uncomfortable for me. Actually, I would have liked them in some way, that's how it should be, but they never left me alone. They always made noise and disturbed me in my work.
They were also constantly bad (cf. disobedient, playing tricks). As best I could, I subdued them with a stick.
My wife interfered, she didn't want that. She has no idea. She thinks you can educate children by spoiling them. Nothing will come from it. Life is hard. You have to prepare them for that.
My sister, Resi (Prover 6), thinks she has to reproach me. But she's wrong about me. What does she know? She didn't have to go to the front. She could stay at home where it was warm and safe. Seven years stole my life. You can't tell me anything. I had to get through it all. Today she thinks I do everything wrong. That I'm not laughing.
In my bitterness I want attention. I want others to notice how badly life has treated me. But the older I get, the further away it is to ever face my issues. I have resigned myself. Nothing can be changed. The fact that my wife (Prover 2) is sick is also such a bummer. She'd better make sure she's functioning and not take herself so seriously. I have also not been allowed to become weak. You just have to get through it.
When I think about all the nonsense I had in my head as a young man. Nothing turned out the way I dreamed it would. But that's all irrelevant now (it doesn't matter).
Is the schnitzel finally ready?
Prover 3: (describing the mood from her point of view).
Everybody checks as he wants. The bowl goes around once to the right, once to the left, without order, no structure. Some don't rub at all. Who writes? I write at the beginning, then stop writing from about the 3rd stage. I feel like a handicapped person (man? woman? about 35a?) who doesn't understand anything anyway and can't write either. I don't know my way around anymore, I don't know who my father is, who the people are at all. The closest thing I know is my mother (P 2), but she doesn't know her way around either. Everything is mixed up, a rough tone, a spiteful mood, although there is also laughter - but it is rather a contemptuous laugh.
(Before starting, everyone quickly grabs food and drink before the table is cleared for the exam).
Prover 2: Someone has swindled something in.
Prover 1: Good night, friends (song by Reinhard Mey*).
Prover 2: Pressure in eye sockets, more to the left
Prover 1: Cosy family life, we cut vegetables,
Prover 2: comes from the garden.
Prover 3: There is something playful about the plant's pink flower balls.
Closely together in the racemose inflorescence.
Tight inflorescences like balls; light and airy.
Prover 1: Full and empty, alternating.
Prover 3: Communal - birds of a feather flock together.
Prover 2: What will the neighbours eat today?
Prover 1: Don't know, can you ask them?
Prover 2 to Prover 4: Can you go over and ask? Not that we have less good things to eat!
Prover 4 doesn't want to always have to fulfil orders.
Prover 5: Feel professable. People don't interrupt me, I have to follow through very carefully.
Prover 3: Garden, food, leisure, easy; don't want to aim high, down to earth.
Prover 5: I'm in my little bowl, doing everything right. I don't want you to bother me when I'm doing everything right. Don't need to tell me how to do it, I already know myself: shhh! (means: wants to have peace)
Prover 4: Beautiful community/apparent community
Prover 5: Don't you see what important things I'm doing?
Prover 2: While you're chatting, I'll do what I want in my little bowl. It's my porridge.
A distrustful family, you seem to sit together around the table, but everyone has his or her own story and knows better.
Prover 5 to Prover 1: Tachenierer! (means: someone who does not want to work. Because Prover 1 thinks instead of doing something)
Impudence, that the bowl is still green at the edge. Everything against me! No matter how hard I try.
Prover 2: Put the grandmother to bed, she is exhausting. (The gender of Prover 5 is still unclear).
Prover 3: (to the grandson - but who exactly is the grandson?) Go with grandma (who always knows everything better). Who is the grandmother?) (Here it was still unclear what gender Prover 5 is and what the family relationships are). (Omama = grandmother)
C1/1 ends in confusion, who should write and rub now.
C1/2
Prover 1: The leaf doesn't taste very good at first, then bitter and rotten. What did they inject into my stomach?
Prover 4: I'm not doing anything right.
Prover 5: I'll show you how to do it now, I'll do it right.
Begins to play, like a nursery rhyme, which sounds threatening to Prover 2.
Prover 1: Stuffed goose.
Prover 5: My butt cheeks (gluteal muscles) are totally squeezed.
Plays in endless repetitions.
Prover 1: How much contamination can you take?
Prover 5 plays the counting rhyme again after a short interlude.
Prover 5: It's so annoying to me that you're always laughing. You always interrupt me and get me confuse me.
Prover 4: What are you doing?
Prover 5: None of your business!
Prover 2: I'm getting/have breast cancer.
Prover 5: Am an old man who is scared and needs to hold on.
Prover 6 to Prover 5: You are war generation.
Prover 2 to Prover 3: The victim here?
Prover 5 (about Prover 3):That I gave birth to such a Krampen/Dodl (inferior human being)!
There one gave so much trouble.
Prover 3: Don't know me at all.
Prover 1: People who don't listen, seemingly harmonious family, but actually chaos.
Prover 2: Everyone does his thing. Apparent harmony, but everyone lives in their own chaos. Horrible.
Prover 3: Where am I supposed to go? Dad doesn't like me, and if mom dies, what about me?
Prover 2: Got married into the family.
Prover 3: I'm handicapped.
Prover 2: I don't care!
Prover 3: It's not my fault!
Prover 5: That life has to punish me like this!
Someone to Prover 6: You are autistic.
Prover 6: Just because no one lets me have my say doesn't make me autistic.
C1/3:
Prover 5: Erbreche immediately when I look what's there.
Prover 3: Dad (Prover 5) always said he was in the war. But he never said what he did.
Prover 5 tearful on the violin.
Prover 6: Finally we sit down to eat and finally they are all quiet.
Prover 3: Shut up (vulgar for: Be quiet!)
Prover 5: All assholes! I've always been punished by life.
Prover 6: We know anyway! ("eh": anyway, already).
Prover 3: Is rubbing in the bowl the new occupational therapy, as auntie said,
Mom?
Prover 2: Yes!
Prover 1: Husband feels cheated with so many children, disabled children at that.
Prover 5: This would not have happened under Hitler!
Prover 3: Dad is also handicapped, look how he stutters! I'm bored. (bland: boring)
Prover 1: Can't you stop complaining?
Prover 6: Always the thing about war.
Prover 3: Can't you leave it alone?
Prover 6: No, you can't, he (grandfather = Prover 5) is still hanging in there.
Prover 1: We've heard that 100 times.
Prover 6: The only thing they do: always eat and drink.
Prover 5: He built highways and we had to eat! (allusion to the Hitler era)
Prover 3: You should send them to a psychopath! I practice speaking with him.
Others: Psychiatrist is what they call it.
Prover 3: Psychato. Psycho.
Prover 6: Grandpa eats the dog's food.
Prover 2: I don't think the boy is all there either.
Prover 1: Food is served at the inn, but the dog doesn't come back; where is my dog?!
The waiter points to the food: here at the table!
(Prover 6 laughs heartily)
Prover 5: I've only ever done my duty.
Prover 4: Jo, we already know that (grumpy/bored: we already know that).
Prover 5:... and have only ever reaped ingratitude.
Prover 3: You're imagining things!
Prover 5 to Prover 3: Who are you anyway?! You are handicapped!
Prover 3 (question asked to Prover 2, pointing towards Prover 6 ): Is this the aunt who says that I should do chores to do?
Prover 2: Yes!
Prover 3: Send her away, please.
Prover 6: And then who will wipe the old man's butt?
Prover 2 chokes on his tea, gags and turns bright red.
Prover 6: Sure, I've already eaten too much! (Vulgar: eaten too much again)
Prover 3: Now we suddenly have a drama. Monkey business.
C1/4
Prover 5 (to Prover 6 as he hands her the bowl): What am I supposed to do with this now? Have you already wiped my ass today? Wipe my ass today?
Prover 4: Time is running out and you do nothing!
Prover 3: You only do what you want anyway.
Prover 5: I want to be left alone and still have attention.
Other: Have we noticed! (notices)
Prover 2: I won't live long. Would like a nice flowering bush by the grave. Peace at last.
Prover 5: Everyone is always so unkind with me.
Prover 3 (to Prover 5, because she has put a cloth over her head): Krampus! Krampus! Krampus!
(little devil).
Prover 1: Your hair is falling into the bowl!
Prover 5: It's none of your business what I'm doing!
Prover 3: Do we eat then what we stir?
Prover 6: We'll eat in a minute.
Prover 3: Mom, what's for dinner?!
Prover 2: Mashed potatoes.
Prover 5 (hits the peel) That's good! That hurts!
Other: That's not good, that hurts! - Löwingerbühne, no, Sackbauer- is all the same,
Braunschlag and so. (Allusions to dysfunctional families, familiar from television.
Dumb-witted characters, each looking out for his own advantage.)
(Someone:) Not even the dog has a master.
(Someone:) No one has authority here, no one knows what it's all about.
Prover 5: Scharben! (Towards Prover 3; disparagingly).
Prover 3: Does that have to do with cockroaches?
Prover 4: We're getting those today?
Prover 2: We're having mashed potatoes with meatballs.
Prover 3: Are those the cockroaches!!!?
Prover 2: Yes!
Prover 5: Will I get my schnitzel then?
Prover 2: I'll bread you a wetex! (Wetex: wipe, dishcloth, dishcloth).
Prover 3: Is that good?
Prover 5: Why is it still dirty?! (dirty; means the content of the grating bowl)
Prover 4: It's not my fault! It's your turn!
Prover 5: It's always your fault!
Prover 4: Yeah, looks like it.
Prover 5: I feel like I'm doing nothing!
Prover 3: What is "nothing"?
Prover 1: Nothing is dangerous!
Prover 5: It's boring. (boring)
Prover 3: The whole thing is bland!
Prover 2: Only grandpa (Prover 5) and the disabled person (Prover 3) talk all the time.
Prover 1: The disabled person has taken over grandpa's (Prover 5) problem.
Prover 5 and Prover 4 talk about who is to blame again. For what, remains unclear.
C1/5
Prover 2: I'll finish cooking now.
Prover 5 to Prover 1: Who are you, anyway?
Prover 1: I ask myself the same question. What am I doing here in this mess?
Prover 2: I'm about to die.
Prover 1 to Prover 2: You're escaping from the chaos.
Prover 4: What do you have anyway?
Prover 2: You didn't even remember that! I have breast cancer and I'm about to die!
(Laughter)
A car approaches.
Prover 2: What are they doing?
Prover 1: From the second world war? Or from the psychiatric hospital?
It's a federal army vehicle. Men shout.
Someone: They're spying on us!
Someone: Always the men.
Prover 3: Who is the grandpa now?
Someone: Ah, the opera!?
Again, the relationships are discussed. Are still not clear to everyone.
Prover 2 in the direction of Prover 3: She will outlive us all.
Prover 3: The not rub, survive.
Someone: You guys are pretty rough (after discussing cleaning grandpa's (Prover 5) anus after bowel movement).
Someone: Did someone say something? What? Who?
Prover 3: Whose last 30 seconds go by faster?
C1/6
Prover 5: My schnitzel!
Prover 3: That's not coming today!
Prover 5: We were in France! Prisoner of war!
Prover 1: How long?
Prover 5: They kicked us in the field! Where do you think I got my back problem?
Always worked hard all my life.
Prover 6: And beat the children!
Prover 5 (to Prover 6): You have no idea! Discipline and order!
Prover 3: Just give it to her, the Resi!
Prover 5: Net amoi Oasch auswischen kannst! Only gscheit talk! (You can't even clean the anus, you just talk).
Prover 6 (to Prover 5): And you made your daughter lie down on the rails.
Prover 5 (to Prover 6): You are a complete idiot! (idiot, fool)
Prover 3 (over Prover 5): Look now he's going in, the daddy!
Prover 6 (to Prover 5): And you beat your eldest down and beat him so badly, that he decapitated himself into a waking coma with his motorcycle. Before that, he had already totally failed with all his attempts to gain a foothold in life. Everyone felt your blows, on the head and on the back.
Prover 5 (to Prover 6): You have no idea how they beat us!
Prover 6 (to Prover 5): At 4 a.m. you chased them out of bed to go mushroom hunting. But nobody wanted to eat mushrooms except you.
Prover 3: You wanted to poison us!
Prover 5: I should have! There would have been no such thing under the Führer! We had fun there.
Prover 5 (to Prover 6): When your daughter lay down on the tracks, you suddenly liked her, you felt sorry that you hadn't paid attention to her before.
You didn't get over the war. You brought it home!
Prover 2: We locked up our disabled so no one would notice.
Prover 3 Yes, I know, in a dark chamber you put me!
Prover 6 (to Prover 5): You continued the war in the family. For you it never ended.
Prover 5: When will we have schnitzel?
Prover 6 (resignedly): In a minute, grandpa, in a minute.
Prover 5: How long do I have to wait? Are we done now?
Prover 3: Shall I grate cheese?
Prover 2: Yes, is a right Kas (is not good)! (to Prover 3) Go grate cheese!
Prover 6 (over Prover 5, resigning): If he would at least take his misery to the grave with him. But he doesn't. He has passed it on to the whole family. The director! Everyone was afraid of you, of the director. That's what you understood, to create fear of you.
Prover 6: What do you know? (What do you know?!)
Prover 5: I knew what I saw! (I know what I have seen!)
Prover 5: What hard times we must have gone through!
Prover 6 (to Prover 5): You had nothing to eat during the war. And to your children you forced it in until they vomited it up. Then they had to eat the vomit. That was you, you did that, you, the director.
Prover 5: All of you are failures! Nobody has done anything with his life! You didn't experience hard times, everything was presented to you. We built the country and you were always fooling around!
Prover 3: Now dad is scolding again! Mom, this is so boring! (that is so boring)
Prover 5: Look liawa, that the food is ready. (Make sure that the food is ready)
Prover 6 (to Prover 5): As soon as people like you die out, the next ones come from the next war.
Prover 1: That's how life goes on!
Prover 6: I'm so sick of this!
Prover 6: (summarizes how he experienced Prover 5's past as Sister Resi).
I confront P 5 with the treatment of his children. The director, whom everyone feared, who brutally abused his children, with beatings and mental pressure. If they didn't want to eat something, he forced them to. If they then vomited it up, they had to eat the vomit.
The daughter lay down on the rails, then he melted into grief, before that he didn't think anything of her, didn't pay attention to her, she was just a girl. The eldest was a total failure in life, he was beaten very early and the most.
He got the children out of bed at 4 a.m. to go mushroom picking, and he was the only one in the family who wanted to eat mushrooms.
A war traumatized person who passes on his traumas to the family as a lack of love, care and appreciation, instead imposing will, beating, bullying.
As soon as such people die away, the next ones follow.
Discussion
Prover 1 summarizes:
Song: Good night friends*
Leave is felty.
Family in chaos, full of fights, abuse and misunderstandings; the father feels betrayed by his wife due to the amount of children, he feels sucked out; mother has breast cancer with metastases.
Caring or dying.
Family asocial, dysfunctional, due to traumas like from ww2, but is still surviving.
Culture that justifies sacrifices, like cannon fodder.
Going to church every Sunday.
Military people who are lost in the region.
Trying to keep the children childlike by saying: "You have done nothing yourself".
Code: 3-652.16.14/15?
War as a social norm: series 5
Desolate family after war trauma with illness and disability as coping mode - series 2
Phase 1- every man for himself, spontaneous, expressive, disoriented, without direction.
Subphase 6- soiled, neglected, disabled child, quarreling, fecal language, abused, used, desolate family system.
Stage 14 or 15 resignation, complaining, rebelling.
Series 52 fits well for war, survival, starvation.
also for: Oppressing the family in the name of something, e.g. religion; not letting the children come up, keeping them in the childlike. They will/should feel incompetent and small all their lives - which they can and will be blamed for.
Refrain: Good night friends It's time for me to go What I'd still have to say Takes a cigarette And a last glass standing up.