Intangible Sound of Contact - Istanbul

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Location: Sariyer, Istanbul, Turkey

Laura Mello
Laura Mello
Brazilian sound artist living in Berlin. www.lauramello.org Intangible Sound of Contact investigates the history of contact between distinct groups of people at the beginning of the 20th century. Following the path of the Blumenau family, it addresses the German presence in Brazil and Turkey during the so-called new colonialism. The project considers listening as a phenomenon that relates artistic experiences to a specific territory.

Intangible Sound of Contact investigates the history of contact between distinct groups of people at the beginning of the 20th century. Based on the history of the Blumenau family, it addresses the German presence in Brazil and Turkey during the so-called new colonialism at the beginning of the 20th century.

The project considers listening as a phenomenon that relates artistic experiences to a specific territory.

Text: Laura Mello

Speakers: Aaron Snyder, Laura Mello, Petra Nachtmanova, Zack Hart

Music: Laura Mello, Petra Nachtmanova, Çağrı Bangevaz

Acknowledgments: Çiğdem İksilik, Lena Alpozan, Pia Entenmann, Sinem Tekel, Jutta and Hans-Joachim Blumenau-Niesel, Cathrin Hermann, Klaus Wolf, Wolfgang Musil.

Funded by: Alumnifonds Tarabya Cultural Academy, Goethe Institut Istanbul, German Minister of State for Culture and Media (Program Neustart Kultur).

Sources: - German Political Archive of the Foreign Office (References: RZ 201/13529 RZ 201/13530, RZ 201/19177, RZ 201/19015, RZ 201/21068, RZ 201/21069). - Veit Veltzke „Unter Wüstensöhnen. Die deutsche Expedition Klein im Ersten Weltkrieg" (Berlin 2014) - Sean MacMeekin: "The Berlin-Baghdad Express: The Ottoman Empire and Germany's Bid for World Power, 1898-1918" (Penguin, UK, 2011)

To discover the brazilian side of this history listen to the Audiowalk O Som Intangível do Contato under this link: https://explore.echoes.xyz/collections/ECqtvt88m7O4kwYK

13 - Pedro Writes to his Son Hermann

Kifri, March 4, 1915 - Letter from Pedro Blumenau to his son Hermann. My dear Hermann! I now have time to write because we let our horses rest today. They have been working hard the last few days, since we have been riding for about 8 hours a day. Kifri is north of Baghdad, not very far from the Persian border. From here I will ride via Kerkuk and Altünköprü to Mosul, which lies on the Tigris. See if you can find the places in the atlas. The other day I visited an asphalt spring. Think, the same asphalt, as it is used in Berlin in the streets, springs out there from the rock and is neatly run on. Of course, the asphalt soon stares, but you can still see quite clearly how it flowed over pebbles. I'll bring back a few pieces of it for you to see, which I'm sure you'll enjoy. Tomorrow I will visit a petroleum well; I will write to you about it later. I ride a large gray horse on our trip, my two German companions a gray horse and a chestnut, the two servants have browns. We also have 5 mules and 3 donkeys to carry our luggage. The luggage is quite a lot, because we have 2 tents with us, in which we have already slept several times, furthermore cots to put together, cooking and eating utensils. You see, we are a whole caravan, it looks neat and tidy when we are on the march. That's enough for today; I will finish the letter in Mosul.

Mosul, March 12. I have been here since yesterday evening. Now I want to write to you quickly about the petroleum sources and then start a letter to your mother. Well, the petroleum comes directly out of the rocks in the earth. The people have made deep holes in which it collects and is then scooped out. The way it comes out, it's all thick and black and it stinks a lot, so it has to be cleaned before you can use it for burning. When I get back home, I'll tell you more about it. Now take it easy, my dear boy. Give my best regards to mommy, Werner, Emma and Grete, and be warmly greeted yourself by your Daddy.

Speaker: Zack Hart Image: Letter from Pedro Hermann Blumenau / Source: private archive Jutta Blumenau-Niesel Acknowledgment: freesound.org (user: 468249_conkoni)

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20 - Kurdistan is all a fairground

On the 7th of this month, in the afternoon 4:20, in the service of the Fatherland as a war officer at the Prussian Ministry of War in Constantinople, died of a stroke of the lungs after a short illness in the 49th year of life, my dearly beloved husband, the dear, good father of my children, our dear son, brother and brother-in-law, uncle and nephew, the mine director Hermann Pedro Blumenau graduate mining engineer Knight of the Liskat Medal and the Iron Crescent In deep sorrow  Mrs. Gertrud Blumenau, born Götze Hermann and Werner Blumenau Mrs. Hermann Blumenau, born Repsold Christine Blumenau Hugo Sierich and wife born Gertrud Blumenau Berlin-Wilmersdorf, Landhausstrasse 18, Brunswick, Hamburg The funeral took place in Constantinople on March 9. 1917

This is the Kurdish land, This Kurdish land is full of blessings and abundance. Its fields are mines, full of silver and gold. Today we ask, are we the only people? (2)

Oh, aman, aman, a hundred times aman. Our people were killed and thrown into the river. Neither a king nor a ruler remained among us. Everyone became a state, but we were left behind.

This Kurdish land is full of mines Every Kurdish man has a hundred men Today we will go, we have no one else Today we will go, we have no one else

This Kurdish land is all a fairground Why are we left at the walls? This place is a home, a place of worries This world is a home, a place of worries (Composed bz Seîd Axayê Cizîrî)

Singer: Bangevaz Çağrı Speaker: Aaron Snyder Image: Private Archive Jutta Blumenau-Niesel

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Promenade 13 - Pedro Writes to his Son Hermann

Kifri, March 4, 1915 - Letter from Pedro Blumenau to his son Hermann. My dear Hermann! I now have time to write because we let our horses rest today. They have been working hard the last few days, since we have been riding for about 8 hours a day. Kifri is north of Baghdad, not very far from the Persian border. From here I will ride via Kerkuk and Altünköprü to Mosul, which lies on the Tigris. See if you can find the places in the atlas. The other day I visited an asphalt spring. Think, the same asphalt, as it is used in Berlin in the streets, springs out there from the rock and is neatly run on. Of course, the asphalt soon stares, but you can still see quite clearly how it flowed over pebbles. I'll bring back a few pieces of it for you to see, which I'm sure you'll enjoy. Tomorrow I will visit a petroleum well; I will write to you about it later. I ride a large gray horse on our trip, my two German companions a gray horse and a chestnut, the two servants have browns. We also have 5 mules and 3 donkeys to carry our luggage. The luggage is quite a lot, because we have 2 tents with us, in which we have already slept several times, furthermore cots to put together, cooking and eating utensils. You see, we are a whole caravan, it looks neat and tidy when we are on the march. That's enough for today; I will finish the letter in Mosul.

Mosul, March 12. I have been here since yesterday evening. Now I want to write to you quickly about the petroleum sources and then start a letter to your mother. Well, the petroleum comes directly out of the rocks in the earth. The people have made deep holes in which it collects and is then scooped out. The way it comes out, it's all thick and black and it stinks a lot, so it has to be cleaned before you can use it for burning. When I get back home, I'll tell you more about it. Now take it easy, my dear boy. Give my best regards to mommy, Werner, Emma and Grete, and be warmly greeted yourself by your Daddy.

Speaker: Zack Hart Image: Letter from Pedro Hermann Blumenau, license: private archive Jutta Blumenau-Niesel Acknowledgment: freesound.org (user: 468249_conkoni)

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Promenade 20 - Kurdistan is all a fairground

On the 7th of this month, in the afternoon 4:20, in the service of the Fatherland as a war officer at the Prussian Ministry of War in Constantinople, died of a stroke of the lungs after a short illness in the 49th year of life, my dearly beloved husband, the dear, good father of my children, our dear son, brother and brother-in-law, uncle and nephew, the mine director Hermann Pedro Blumenau graduate mining engineer Knight of the Liskat Medal and the Iron Crescent In deep sorrow  Mrs. Gertrud Blumenau, born Götze Hermann and Werner Blumenau Mrs. Hermann Blumenau, born Repsold Christine Blumenau Hugo Sierich and wife born Gertrud Blumenau Berlin-Wilmersdorf, Landhausstrasse 18, Brunswick, Hamburg The funeral took place in Constantinople on March 9. 1917

This is the Kurdish land, This Kurdish land is full of blessings and abundance. Its fields are mines, full of silver and gold. Today we ask, are we the only people? (2)

Oh, aman, aman, a hundred times aman. Our people were killed and thrown into the river. Neither a king nor a ruler remained among us. Everyone became a state, but we were left behind.

This Kurdish land is full of mines Every Kurdish man has a hundred men Today we will go, we have no one else Today we will go, we have no one else

This Kurdish land is all a fairground Why are we left at the walls? This place is a home, a place of worries This world is a home, a place of worries (Composed bz Seîd Axayê Cizîrî)

Singer: Bangevaz Çağrı Speaker: Aaron Snyder Image: Collage from two parts of a document Source: Political Archive of the German Foreign Office

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