Back to Mannheim. Back to the Past. Mannheim’s Technomuseum

Technomuseum 

The water tower on Friedrichsplatz 

Spargel Soup

Aston Martin DB9

Our view over lunch.

http://www.en.technoseum.de/

Take an only-slightly chilly April Saturday morning, hop a train to Mannheim and walk into a world of interactive technology.  Mannheim’s Technomuseum is not only a step back in time, but also a step back into what technology really is.  The inquisitive human mind at work.

Today, when we hear the word technology, computer chips, cell phones, and the latest electric car snap to mind.  We sometimes forget that even the more simple machines and implements we’ve come to take for granted followed the same human processes of thought, wonder, action and improvement.  Cars, cameras, motorcycles, even razor blades didn’t come from nowhere.  Someone saw a need, someone had a burning desire to examine a simple task more closely and find a better way.

Did you know the Wright brothers built their own simple wind tunnel?  They had nothing but need and desire to guide them.  There were no aeronautical tables and graphs.  And the Wright brothers weren’t the only ones to solve the intricacies of manned flight.  In the Technomuseum, there are hundreds of inter-active displays to let you understand the flow of air over a wing, to let you experiment with what makes a light bulb glow.  You can do a dozen other things.  Let static electricity stand your hair on end.  Take a short ride on a steam driven train and see what travel was like in a first class compartment, when wooden benches were a luxury.  Imagine what it was like to travel 4^th Class!  You can see paper made and a printing press in action, marvel at how workers toiled in a knitting mill, and see first hand the development of the automotive industry, including a modern production line.  Kids of any age, from 1 to 90 are not excluded.

Then, of course, it’s time for lunch.  Fortunately, the sun had made an appearance, the sweaters came off and hunger reared its head. And where would you effortlessly find a lovely spot? The Friedrichsplatz, an art nouveau park, punctuated by the famous Mannheim water tower.  Flowers abound, fountains arise, lovers hold hands, and normal people search for a quaint café.  Stores and restaurants surround the open square and we found a dandy in The Onyx. (http://www.onyx-mannheim.de/)  It’s spargel season. We began with white asparagus soup, followed by salad, a curried vegetable medley, and red snapper, all topped off with a local brew.

I have never made spargel soup, but I plan to try before 24 June, the birthday of John the Baptist and the unofficial end of spargel season.  Here’s the recipe I’ll start with:

(http://germanfood.about.com/od/soupsandstews/r/spargelsuppe.htm)

Ah, living in Europe is so stressful, racing from one idyllic spot to another.

Meanwhile, we chatted and gazed out at one of the most beautiful parks in any city in Germany.  Parked a few feet away was an Aston Martin DB9, listed in the $200,000 range.  We were in good company and suddenly a fifty dollar lunch seemed more than reasonable.

A Splendid Afternoon in Mannheim

Wasserturm

Reiss-Engelhorn Museum

Forget gruesome pictures, the ticket is scary enough

Too inviting to resist

Big, tasty cappuccino

Rich coffee, amaretto, and whipped cream

            We hopped a train, sat back, and made a pleasant journey to Mannheim, one of Germany’s nicest cities.  Well over 300,000 souls call it home. It’s big, but spotlessly clean.  Unusual since it’s right across the Rhine River from the home of BASF, the biggest chemical company in the world.

Mannheim is not a new city, far from it, but during the Second World War, because the city was an irresistible industrial target, much of the grand old metropolis crumbled under the explosive weight of tons of bombs.  The city has been remarkably rebuilt and fortunately not all the beauty was erased.  One landmark, which has come to symbolize Mannheim, is the tall, art-deco water tower, or Wasserturm.  You can’t miss it, sitting downtown, in the center of Friedrichsplatz, surrounded by an open expanse of gardens and fanciful fountains.

            We visited Mannheim for a specific purpose. We were on our way to the Reiss-Engelhorn Museum to view one of the current exhibits, Schädel Kult, roughly translated as Skull Worship.  The exhibit covered every aspect of human skulls, from the first Homo sapiens, to the jungle tribes who captured, killed, decorated, transformed, honored, and used skulls to enhance their firesides.  Extensive exhibit. I learned more than the faint of heart (and I put myself in that food category) would ever want to know.  It wasn’t just the tribes of the South Pacific and the Amazon who developed skull cultures.  The Southern Germans and the Austrians did their share of painting the skulls of their ancestors right up until the early 20^th Century.  Even today requests to “Gimme grand-pappy’s skull” are reported.

            But there is one thing the morbid part of my brain has always wanted to know.  How do you shrink a head?  I imagine teachers look at little Johnny and wonder the same thing.  The teacher’s next thought: how in the name of heaven can I pack readin’, writin’, and ‘rithmatic into such a small space?  I stand before you as a success story.

            In the Schädel Kulk exhibit, I discovered the answers to my burning question.  Briefly, and without fear of regurgitation, here’s the how- -and the skull has nothing to do with it.  First, remove the head from the body and the flesh from the skull.  Knives work best, steamrollers worst.  Next, scrap the inside of the head flesh and sew up the holes, like the eyes, the mouth, and that big gash you slashed in the back of the scalp.  Then, fill the human balloon head with very hot water, which causes it to shrink a bit. After that, fill the head balloon with hot sand and watch that beauty reduce to something you can carry in your pocket and chat with on lonely nights.  Decorate as desired.  Wonder why Martha Steward hasn’t covered this?

            That skull worshiping is powerful stuff and with dusk urging us on, it was time to explore coffee and pastry shops.  We found the perfect location to satisfy our drooling, caloric-lust on the circular avenue surrounding the water tower. Dolceamaro has it all.  Intimacy.  Spectacular bar.  Cozy corners. Wonderfully rich coffees.  Superb desserts.

            We did our best bohemian imitations, well, as bohemian as you can get speaking English, when everyone around you is wearing berets and switching from German to Italian, and goodness knows what else.  To hell with ‘em.  We can still impress people in Georgia.

But, I still have a question.  Do you think that that hot sand trick will work on my waistline?