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Since a long time the 17th June has been left over without any cook, in spite of many efforts to find one and so is the situation down to the present day. Arpad lend himself spontanuously to cook once more. To avoid the problem of same cook at same place, he parks his elegant cooking car 3m far from the place of cooking two days ago. In state of emercency the formal framework conditions have to be handled more generously. This is certainly not a disadvantage for the soup, as it has been enriched two times with masterly soup creations and has been served two times on a public dinner.
Above all, I am glad to stay on in Düsseldorf, cause I really like this city. Also here, the density of buildings is a mixture of old Kurpfalz tradition(Kurpfalz=Electoral Palatinate), enlightened middle-class and modern, metropolitan architecture and infrastructure. The city centre is busy at a rate only known in Italian towns. In the alleys one cafe after another, one restaurant after another string together. People are sitting on open-air, like they do in southern countries and the southern feeling is getting stronger, when leaving the Old Town, directly moving to the Rhein Promenade. There I stay and enjoy the sight of water, where barges move upstream and downstream. Here I find places, where I wish to look around for hours and hours, same feeling like being on the seaside or in the mountains. This large river, having its source far away in the alps, dissolving itself temporary in the Bodensee(lake Constance)and finally is flowing into the North Sea, moves here in the area of Düsseldorf in large meanders, so I never know exactly, on which side of the river, left or right, I am being at the moment.
From a street vendor I buy a street paper named fiftyfifty, wherein I find a 5 page long article about the elector Johann Wilhelm II., whose equestrian statue in front of the town-hall I've just visited.
The absolute ruler by grace of god had always been pushed for money, due to the fact of an extravagant holding of court and his addiction to costly militarian adventures. To find a remendy he raised a general consumption tax, that had been repealed only 5 years later for infeasibility. Later on he incorporated a bank to relieve the princedom's financial distress, the result was a bankrott in a relatively short period of time with high losses for the investors.
And why is all this written in a street paper? The reason is, that the merciful prince had established a regulation in the year 1768 (Polizey und Tax-Ordnung), that allowed to imprison and to push off all strangers, beggars, idlers, poor students and other suspicious ragtag. Such measures
are also being discussed nowadays, by democratic, social and christian magistrates.
But Düsseldorf is also the native town of Heinrich Heine, poet of the revolution in the year 1830, of social consciense and advocacy for the german unity. An alley, a place and an institut is named after him.
I tell Arpad about the Armenian Angodsabur, the soup, which gets its peculiarity from dried milk. The durable, spicy soup basis is made
by a long process of fermentation of milk and herbs. To my great surprise, Arpad shows me a piece of "Hurut", so the piece of dried herbs yoghurt is called. He has got it from Transsylvania for his collection of similar preserved milk products. In about twenty glasses he keeps various milk products from all over the world. When I first saw Hurut, it seemed to me like a single, exotic speciality, but now it emerges as an old, world wide method to preserve milk.
Isn't that a typical discovery on a soup journey? I got in touch with the Angodsabur in Transsylvania and now I learn about the wide spread use of a dried milk food, just on a place, where 8oo years ago german settlers allegedly started to go to Transsylvania.
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