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"Schnee, ferner" by Anne-Sophie Balzer

The Inter­na­tional Doc­torate Program “Um(Welt)Denken” met for two inspir­ing soft skills semi­nars at Schneefernerhaus, the high­est envi­ron­men­tal re­search sta­tion in Ger­many. This loca­tion pro­vided a unique plat­form for dis­cussions and ob­serva­tions of the im­pres­sive moun­tain land­scape. An­ne-So­phie Balzer cap­tured the spe­cial at­mosphere in a poem writ­ten dur­ing her stay there.

About the author

An­ne-So­phie Balzer is a jour­nalist, author and trans­lator. She is writ­ing a doc­toral thesis enti­tled “Writ­ing with Glaci­ers” in the Inter­na­tional Doc­torate Pro­gram “Um(Welt)­Denken”. An­ne-So­phie Balzer holds a BA in Com­para­tive Liter­ature from the Uni­versi­ty of Erfurt and an MA in Cul­tural Theo­ry and Histo­ry from the Hum­boldt Uni­versi­ty of Ber­lin.

Anne-Sophie Balzer's personal impressions of the Schneefernerhaus

The Inter­na­tional Doc­torate Pro­gram “Um(Welt)Denken” met twice for soft skills semi­nars in the Schneefernerhaus. We set off early in the morn­ing, ar­rived on the high moun­tain in time for lunch and spent the rest of the time in this oth­er-worldly place think­ing to­geth­er. How­ever, with 20 to 25 per­cent less oxy­gen, this was not easy for eve­ryone. Headaches, palpi­ta­tions and uneas­iness al­ways af­fected at least one per­son in our group. Un­fortu­nate­ly, the soft skills semi­nars had to be moved to the plain.

I was very in­spired by the high moun­tain and the feel­ing that I was in a space cap­sule while in this re­search sta­tion, so I looked for other op­por­tuni­ties to get up there. In the con­text of the mas­ter's semi­nar “Is Win­ter still Com­ing?”, I had the op­por­tunity to talk about glaci­er poetry with the stu­dents on site and then stay a little longer on my own. The poem was writ­ten dur­ing a two-day stay in Janu­ary 2025. I sat on the fresh­ly glazed ter­race with my heart pounding due to the alti­tude and watched the hustle and bustle fur­ther down the moun­tain, where the ski slope be­gins. The mys­teri­ous cho­reog­raphy of the snowplows and the bru­tally rush­ing wind were par­ticu­larly mem­ora­ble.

Text: Anne-Sophie Balzer, Inter­na­tional Doc­torate Pro­gram “Um(Welt)Denken”