Funny wedding emcee script

Our colleague Martin Reichert has just 50 become, from the life taken. For the editors of a shock, Martin worked for nearly 20 years for the taz and many current and former colleagues was associated in friendship. Martin came from Wittlich, in Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany. In the 90s he came to study in Berlin. He soon wrote for the taz, initially as an author and a columnist for tazzwei and for the taz.like the time magazine. As of 2009, he built as an editor and later as a Vice-head of the sonntaz on, the precursor of the present wochentaz. He has also written several books. Until the beginning of this year, he worked as an editor in the company, part of the wochentaz, in February, he moved to the mirror. Actually, he had said, he’ll come back to taz.

A great, nice man

The first Time I met Martin at the taz. In 2002 or 03, that was. There he was with us on the fourth floor, in the small Bay, in the taz.like home. A big, beautiful, thoughtful, funny man. For a Moment I was hoping Martin would take the one with the gay might be so serious. Or, if, then for me to make an exception. But there had deceived me properly.

The taz.mag was up to his firing Camp and riot box of the taz, and topics for our free pages could be found everywhere – when you smoke in the rear stairwell, early in the Morning at furniture Olfe or just by erratic Back-and-forth-Ggesimse.

Martin mastered the Codes of the Boys-NetWorker, without ever even asshole. And he was able to make the most of the thoughts you shared with him, ideas adventure. He presented the Premiere of my book so gallant, that I thought afterwards, I may have written there really something Clever. In the process, Martin had only read what is Clever in.

Even blocking garbage consecrated Sofa Herta turned Martin into a witness of time and history: So dressed up, you should simulate middle-class membership in my budget, in the Budget for a designer sofa is simply not provided.“ I wrote to him: Write something Bad, then I don’t feel so inferior.“ He has not kept it. Judith Luig

In the heart of a Jugo

In the afternoon had asked Martin whether or not I would still come to the beer into the taz-Café.

His new friend would pick him up. A soulful glow I had never seen before in him. I had seen his eyes before, quite light. Because we had to contact a specific Eye.

We were the Hardly a topics of the conference, on which we do not angrinsten us mischievous and each other in the eyes glowed that one of us had used a Chance to think about something funny. If there was nothing to laugh about, and then we went with the same ruthlessness about us even funny.

For all his Talent, all his sympathetic beings I appreciated him, but I loved Martin that he was in the heart of Jugo.

He was not, because he had fallen in love with a Jugo, but because he knew how the Yugos that a conversation without real Humor has no soul.

And real humour, the Martin as the Yugos, knew there is always a bit mysterious. Everyone says that about themselves laugh is important. The least-but it can. Martin, it was a good fucking. He could not, of all things, in the end, it breaks me, the soul. Doris Akrap

Why? Why?

First, there was disbelief. Then Bewilderment. Why? Why? Pain, or more of a vibration, as the tug I felt the air in the body to me, only after three days.

As well as Horror and Horror – you, Martin, But then the anger came. From one Moment to the other. I’m mad at you. Someone has to be it. The one that stood closer to you, it maybe. An Aggression against self, and Aggression is to kill all who loved you. Of which there are many.

We have carried you but in the hands of your brilliant art of language, we have followed with admiration, even if you had to ask you. No, had to beg us. There is one that has music in him, but he plays them quite rarely. Our fault is that we are celebrating you as a Diva, not as a charming, but vulnerable people.

Everything in life has hurt you. The life was your arrogance. I had to confront you, with the demons in you that I saw.

There was a time you’ve entrusted you to me. Despite all the differences, in spite of this distance, in spite of this gay continent that is foreign to me, although a lesbian, that you’d like a top-of-the dancers move test.

Everything about you I will miss. You’re gone. Like the Orchid, I’m in front of the house in the black forest, where sometimes. A Last year, both were there for her. Waltraud Schwab

What, the lights

2009. And he to me: I am the taz.mag. I to him: however, We are now the sonntaz. And he to me: I’ll show you how magazine properly. I to him: rubrics are a promise to the reader that you have to comply with. And he to me: the format of a Nazi. I to him: Interview but Mrs Hamm-Brücher

, Ex-FDP. He: Hildegard Rabbits, Grande Dame. I: We need something to Ikea. He: Billy and his volumes. I: Easter. He: No Jesus. I: Then hold Bunny. He: Rabbit Breeders Association. I: Yes, we could, maybe. He: animals go. I: Change in principle: What kind of people we actually want here? He’s like, What, the lights. I: Yes, that. But we also need relevance.

He: I’ll give you a spring. I: Why? He: For the ease. He: Find the voice of your Author. I: My Prof. Column. He: shall we Go eat something? I: Curry 36 on already! He: vegetable kebab to. I: Hipster, the queue forever.

He: This is a story. I: Yes? He: Why are we standing in line? I: animals go. He: The Döner re-think! I: But why the queue is so long? He: on the one Hand, the boys of Mustafa are vegetables’s-Kebap easy-to-slow, on the other hand, is just stupid, when you’re here. Or is it more complex? You have to reform the System, possibly, from the inside out.

Left: During an interview in 2021, right: reading from his book, Aids in the Federal Republic of Germany“ 2019 photo: Patrick Galbats, book salon Ehrenfeld

2012. I: Now is the end of taz is, but. He: We’ve been doing this. From the inside out reform. I: The sonntaz was worth it alone, because we have met as a result. 2015. I: I was inspired by our conversation. He: I’ll let you Think after. But then, come on, please. … I: Only hours, then it is out. You brought me back. Now taz enjoy. Not only because we met, Dear. Georg Löwisch

The best place in the world

We were a family, at that time in the 6. Floor in the Rudi-Dutschke-Straße. To me, you always come.“ We were a family, even then, on the trip to Morocco with Khalid. Martin was my husband and I his wife. Homosexuality is punishable in Morocco, and we wanted to bring neither Martin nor Khalid’s family in danger. As a couple, we were the best camouflage. We were holding hands, slept in the same beds in the houses of Khalid’s Relatives in Tétouan and in the Rif mountains. The dizziness was easy.

Only in Tangier (far away from the patriarchs) we slept in separate beds. Because I missed him at night. What a bitter irony that this journey has for us, and so on, was also a loving measure, to bring me to the suicide of my then-partner for a couple of weeks to other thoughts. He stopped next to me fell asleep and my Hand, gave Martin me comfort. In some moments, his embrace was the best place in the world. Jana Petersen

Like Champagne

Eight billion people in the world with this message, we wanted to open in November, the company’s part. Martin planned the pages, I should write the Text. We found a funny picture of a Baby who grabs the champagne glasses on a table. The line: . Martin had thrown, as so often, more quickly. She was beautiful, succinct, we wanted to take.

Only the Text was missing. I was worried that he might be boring, too abstract, in view of the many Pay. It was the first edition of the new wochentaz, everything had to sit. Martin was confident he convinced me that that would be fine.

A nod to the photo, it’s pretty much exactly what Martin’s writing was represented: His texts were pearly, fine, and very sensual. With his help, we would get light-footed from one number to the next. Maybe this security was enough, that it was at the end, too.

Martins floating sound that has shaped the company’s part. This ease, they lacked in the last few weeks. And Confidence. Now a special human being lives less in the world that is hard to believe. Antje Long-Lendorff

There must be a genius, really, you saw always, if in the taz on the weekend, shortly before the time of going to Print a page of newspaper fell out. Then Martin on delivery to the highest form, within one and a half hours, he wrote the page, and whether he dissected then Martin-like society, debates, or he thought up a script about an ostrich farm in Africa: the Text was always terrific. It was then, as the lines from his brains out fins that he had thought before. Nobody could like him, and everyone knew that. Maybe we were all wrong when we thought: He knows that, too. He had the know?

I was probably 26, when Martin took me into the Berlin gay club There, he took me by the Hand to walk with me through the single Darkroom, where I was up to today. The Darkroom was completely empty, but that didn’t change the fact that I was pretty excited. Sure, because I realized that there was a connection between me not cream of taz-beginner and as comfortable and unobtrusive taz-size Martin Reichert, who was also big on Smoking, Drinking and Dancing. Not only a writing model – a Human archetype: There’s one knew, as he had with the people deal with it. As he went the people on the alarm clock. And how you had to live the life.

In the years that followed, he sat behind me at a Desk in a rather ramschigen corner of the taz. And what can I say? It was a lot of fun. Martin sent me more songs than probably the other man, and emails with subject lines that tell how he was (And if November was also the mood technical, drove Martin to his fine antennas. Most of the time he proposed, however,

Dear Martin, I am sorry that I have reported in the last three years, much to you. I would like to send you back to another one of your songs. One of Christiane Rösinger, for example, . Or the Münchener Freiheit, of course. Annabelle Seubert

The Curious

Some people open spaces and some of the close you.

Typical sets of Zumachern: This is nonsense. You don’t do that. How can you say this? Zumacher other can feel how much they – supposedly – in-law are or how great they left Latinum can recite.

The lead story on the other hand … it like wild. Martin was a front-page headline.

Martin has open spaces and interested – even especially for those who are different than himself. The difference he found a good, quirky Hobbies, slope types. He was not in the reason, but he didn’t want to, that all of them are like him.

He was always interested in his Opposite – no matter whether this Person is an Intern in the editorial team or politician, in an Interview.

v. l. n. R.: the tazlab 2012, with colleague Waltraud Schwab 2017, the taz2 resort after a mediation session in 2007, photo: Wolfgang Borrs, Annabelle Seubert, Stefan Kuzmany

While others say He radiated openness, always wore a slight Smile on the lips that could also turn into a bit of spirit in Schadenfreude when the Zumacher, the stumbled Nay-Sayers, time.

Martin was always curious and wanted to discover new phenomena. This curiosity, we should keep us in the taz, I would like you to get to me. Katrin Gottschalk

Martin, my hamdam

The first Time I met Martin, 2011 in Ficken3000, those were the Bar with the famous Darkroom, in the kreuzkölln Queers for cruising, Depend, to Intellectualize and Sexy. The first image that I can remember is that of Martin, who sat on a stool at his usual place; Martin drank a large beer; the disarming Smile. Large and wide, a giant-like appearance. We both joined us immediately.

In those early years, we were also neighbors in Berlin. If we have not met us on the street, then in a network of Dating Apps. Or on Tuesday evening in the Ficken3000. Each Time has been exchanged for a welcome kiss, always on the lips. Even if our affair never was, the kiss remained. He was thin but unmistakable physical trace of a Romance that we had, we were both on their way.

Martin’s voice is always quiet and listened, like a Wise man. Problems with lovers to live up to the decisions of the Islamic worlds to the gay history of Berlin, it was to talk is always something to learn from each other, to argue even.

In a time in which the leave was strangely comfortable and the go always difficult, it was Martin who taught me gently that even straight past a sorrow in the queer presence justified; that we are sliding into a queer future.

In all these years, he was more than a friend more than a lover. He was my Wise, my Confidant, my earlier queer companion. Martin was a hamdam, this Persian-Urdu-Persian term for a companion that is literally your breath divides, whose heart with your beats.

That is why it is now so incredibly lonely for a heart beating alone more. No wonder that it is now so hard to breathe too. Omar Kasmani

Of the Congo, or pubic hair

An editorial meeting, it was a Monday, for example, in the early noughties years, convened by the editorial Board, Martin Reichert was elected to this dispute arbitration panel of months ago with a clear vote in. The evening meeting was held quite to the dismay of the then-editor-in-chief, instead of falling, the conflict came to a certain Text, which had been canceled, and the cleavage of the editorial Board. Here is the Political, as it was always the stuff people had of policy anyway, no idea how the Former believed.

Martin led the Assembly for his Friends* surprisingly hard by the evening, Emotional he almost choked, it was cool to be held in the dispute to him, it was ultimately about acceptance of both wings, the acknowledge supposedly should be Political, that the fuss is part of a vibrant newspaper, the people who don’t read, too, as Martin himself, societal Trends from press releases of associations and parties, not only the elections-coup uprising by Opposition-perceptions are wanted, else wanted to see in the newspaper is printed, should respect the Policy.

At the end said, quite lovingly saturated Timbre, Martin, the reconciler own passion, it was quite simple: Laughs from the audience, a good half was exhilarated whether this attempt was that the bundling of the opposition, the mutual respect of course, but anger and slamming Doors at the other. It was also a Failure of the call. Had to do it so that you do not want to see in Martin, the write activists for a more stable world,

The on the other hand, votes, because among the fighters not reflect the journalistic Work in the company area, the ultra-detailed perceptions of other worlds, and male editors homos Yes, if you prefer to be One way or the other: Martins reconciliation formula for this evening was run aground, and was disappointed: Why he was not understood in its peacefulness? Jan Feddersen

Ode to sadness

If, in the warm summer evening

the person is added to the person

The sound of music and celebrate

so that heart to heart rejects

since addiction is a other silent solitude

and still writes odes to the sadness

Rest in peace, my dear Martin. Thekla Bethe

He took me to smoke

Martin was there when it started. I was 23 years old, had dropped out of my regional newspaper, and suddenly he was sitting in this taz, in a tables provided space with a sloping roof and floor-to-ceiling books on the walls. The editors of the new taz weekend part sonntaz. A room full of people who had done all the already Large. And I do.

Fortunately, there was Martin, took me to smoke. If no time for the 45 steps to the roof terrace was, then, there was always time for the narrow staircase behind the fire door, almost next to Martin’s Desk. He explained to me that the taz and he taught me that rules are there to be broken, and that good magazine journalism for a living, to ask unexpected questions. May Left let clean? What can straight people of gays in Sex, to learn? Martins subject in my curriculum was Rock ’n’ Roll, and he campaigned steadily for a number of hours increase.

As I was after a few weeks on holiday at the family farm, he called. Two ideas he had for me: first of all, I would have to write a I-Text for the enjoyment side of it, as I cook as a Field, our tractor at harvest verköstige. Secondly, he would like to interview me for a Escort on his experiences in the sex industry. So I wrote about cream cake with rapeseed straw, and we talked in the case of Gin and Tonic on ass fucking and versa swallowed then in a Stricherbar. Martin did not trust everything to me and was willing to fight for me.

In the photo booth during the shoot for the photo: taz

As we joked after a few months, I still haven’t found an area of expertise, he appointed me unceremoniously to the technical editor for sexuality, and agriculture. And I was.

Nine years later, after the birth of my third child, I extended the parents have time to write again a couple of large texts. I made two. A to male contraception, and about the history of the modern Dairy cow. It was not planned, but sexuality, and agriculture remained. Also, the sentence remained of him. He did it to me 24. Birthday is written in the book, it says: The life section of the book of the Generation of the bag“. Under the title is in my edition in its curved letters: I’ll teach my student Journalists*the inside. Thanks Martin. Luise Strothmann

Never again

We call it never lethargy, if someone does from time to time, a little bit of hanging out, and forget that once again he has written one of his brilliant lyrics. For example, the Netflix cleanup coachin Marie Kondo and why all of a sudden everyone at home mucking wanted to be like you. Or the tolle conversation with Erika Pluhar. We ask in this phase of the Hard-in-the-course-coming is better: How are you? And then listen very carefully, watch closely. Accompany the colleague who seems to be sometimes sighs, and sometimes a little sluggish and exhausted, as well as it goes.

We believe never again, someone had found his happiness, just because the circumstances look good: During the pandemic, not on the Berlin set out to be, but partially on the Slovenian Adriatic sea life. This is great! With the great man at his side, how lovely! And when he tells that he bathes in the morning, in the sea, then a Cappuccino at the beach bar takes, and then to work, then it may be that he has found his happiness. But we know? We listen, the way we see. After we ask. Don’t put aside our skepticism that comes up.

We never say again: We would like to insist, to make this non – binding appointments fix or have questions once again, what came in between.

We pay attention to each other. We will be attentive. We see the other.

Farewell, dear Martin! Felix Zimmermann

Never anger and hatred

To the people who are, as you yourself are. Martin Reichert was different than I do, but pleasantly different, you didn’t have to make an effort. He made it easy, he dosed the Same or Similar pointed out, his brilliant and point secure everyday life and people’s analysis, and the other is just very, and later in the evening is not used, only the With

Martin wrote, how he wrote. He was employed in a professional and private is constantly in order to understand where the Wind was blowing in an editorial just fit, but in his Letter, never commercial conformism dynamics of a group, not a small group. Don’t get me wrong: He was a dedicated team player, who – with or without the corresponding function to the people around him and took care of; but he remained in the Letter headstrong. And embodied in the best sense of what the taz, was founded.

Martin was able to – and I don’t know – superbitchy be on a full humanistic art. As he may ridicule and humour criticism to Breathe, but never anger and hatred. But exactly the Forgiving all the time, even against the impositions of his life: That seemed to be his survive mode.

I thought that was a great gift. Today, I’m not sure. Peter Unfried

My gay father

It was 2009, I was mid 20’s, came to Berlin, as a volunteer for the taz and was excited. Not so much because of a new job, but because to me a new world opened. After years full of secrets and full of pain, I finally had my Coming out as a gay man. And as to Martin, my colleague in the sonntaz was. He showed me Berlin. The Ficken3000, the Olfe. Most of all, he could listen to over Heartbreak over to comfort, encourage, that there is a gay way in Berlin. He was my gay dad Drawing. My role model in so many things. A few years ago, I was his boss, our friendship suffered. The power of grief and despair, only bigger. I owe so much to him. Paul Wrusch

Hvala, Darling

If in the subject of If the office air is lighter. If the Serenity for all ranges. If there is good counsel to the cake. If, however, nothing can happen. If anything, then, because of Martin.

Martin, who was already in the water. Martin, sitting in front of a large map of the country, and dissipated most of the world to the point it brings. Martin, who is so honest-friendly – this cruel, quality appreciated. Martin, who has the warmest heart of the places writes and sometimes: hvala, darling. The Only one I let to like me Darling call.

A Writing addiction always the right words, but everything is wrong now. Taps, deletes, tangled in the comic question mark: you Know, I’ve cornflower blue socks, because I found your so beautiful? And you know that I’m suddenly not sure whether you really had? To be impossible or to write the right words. So, I read your: don’t hang so much on instagram rum, darling. and it was nice to have you around! Yes, we see us on the red carpet:-)

Martin, darling. I wish you the sea. Lin Hierse

The strong aroma was repugnant to him

When I came in 2010 for the taz and Martin for the first Time saw, it was love at first sight. We smoked countless cigarettes in the stairwell, joked, laughed and looked in the seemingly inconsequential in the new Text. Martin was always at least a bit faster than I was. With a mischievous Smile, he once said to me: Even though he knew exactly that I’m a vegetarian. I grumbled about the beer bikes in Berlin, and he said: You’re driving and write us a report about it.“

The strong aroma in the thought was repugnant to him. Ideologies were foreign to him. Happy he was with his man Boštjan in Koper. He loved the ocean and Swimming. When he proposed to me to spend with my family in the summer there in his apartment, I said to him: The Slovenes 50 km. When I’m on vacation with you, I can never leave me more in my home to look.“ He looked at me with his beautiful bright blue eyes. I’m already mad at you.“ Alem Grabovac

Inconceivable

Never again have to dance with you, Martin, that is unimaginable. Frauke Böger

The new man

Years ago, after Martin had been very sick, we met in the evening in Kreuzberg to eat. He looked emaciated and, Yes, somehow enlightened. Because he was, in the mind, I escaped until now, literally to the death.

Martin told me that night of a new man in his life. The don’t be gone, he said, in the whole time by his side. As it was, he got better again, I brought this man to him every day sliced fruit. Cut Fruit! Martin looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes, as if to say: What have I done to deserve for that.

This man, Boštjan, fed Martin all the years to come. With the confirmation of and interest, beauty, and adventure, intimacy and wit. With you, Boštjan, are now my thoughts. You gave him what he had always wanted and missing: selfless love. She stays. Anja Maier

Yeah Yeah. Oh no Hey

Martin, you know, 15 years ago? I was an Intern and you have edited my first big Text. Actually, you’ve been on the go in the evening, but you’ve taken the time to me next to you, waving at you, a cigarette lit and then I was allowed to watch, as you’re conjuring. You’ve just added half a sentence, a word changed. But these little things were there, which were later read in memory. I was in awe.

I have told you the story, since then, from time to time, most recently a few months ago. How important this Moment was for me, how much I’ve learned, is that you were from my Mentor. Then you smiled, a little embarrassed. I wish me you have believed me anyway.

Martin, you know how we cry tears of laughter over silly Videos? The noises you made at work, belonged to the soundscape of the taz as the Clatter of keyboards. Yeah Yeah. Oh my Hey. Oj. Hm. Hm Hm Hm. Hach. Hach Yes.

As I have your book on Aids with the summer holidays just wanted to, you gave me a dedication is written: Why not; a look back, in grief and hope there is.“ The mourning is now huge. I hope you are well, wherever you’re now. Franziska Seyboldt

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Under taz.de/bestofmartin you will find a compilation of the best texts of Martin from the past 20 years.

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