On December 4th the whole ECLA community gathered for the traditional Christmas celebration, which included a performance of the ECLA choir and a festive dinner. Already in the days prior to the celebration, Christmas trees and colorful decorations had made their way into each of the buildings on the campus, including the cafeteria and student
It was then that the fox appeared. “Good morning,” said the fox. […] “Who are you?” asked the little prince, and added, “You are very pretty to look at.” “I am a fox,” said the fox. Come and play with me,” proposed the little prince. “I am so unhappy.” “I cannot play with you,” the
Every autumn term, after the first three palpitating weeks, the ECLA community departs on an annual excursion. And since beginnings are about exploration and searching, every year the autumn trip has a different destination, revealing the sometimes hidden marvels of Germany, bit by bit, town by town. On October 21st, students, along with the members
In general, as a second-year BA student, one is more or less adapted to both the academic and the current affairs at ECLA. I thought I knew what to expect, even when choosing a ‘studio art class’ (Installation, led by David Levine). But, believe me, I wouldn’t have expected to be writing this article in
Something like a very poetic feeling overcomes me when I think about the beginning of this academic year at ECLA—my second year as a BA student. Before coming back I thought it would be either very easy to re-adapt because, in a sense, nothing changes, or very hard because, in another sense, everything changes. Things
If someone had told me a year ago that I could participate in a performance art event, I would have been at least skeptical. I had always looked at avant-garde phenomena with a strange fascination, but this very feeling set boundaries. After having recently attended some of the events of the Month of Performance Art
Although I promise myself, each and every year, that I will stop watching the Eurovision Song Contest (ESC), this annual moment of laughable grief (meaning that the initial enthusiasm that accompanies some of the songs is ultimately destroyed by the final results), I always end up doing the opposite. 2011 couldn’t have been the year
On good authority, I know that many of the people who came to attend Julia Kristeva’s lecture (“The forces of monotheism confronting the need to believe”) at Haus der Kulturen der Welt on March 8th, did so me more for the speaker than for the subject as such. And how could you not get excited?