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Ex-Siemens boss Joe Kaeser: As a precaution, he changes the last sentence
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When the parabola of a career has reached its apex, you can take it easy and let your own personality shine through.
In the mild light of the evening sun you can even afford a little idealism.
A
little
, not too much!
And that's why Joe Kaeser isn't on the train that day, in an Audi with a chauffeur or in the Learjet of an autocrat friend - but, like Hinz and Kunz, on a plane from Berlin to Munich.
To his chagrin, he is not alone.
"I'm sitting on the plane to Munich in the middle of the member of parliament," the former Siemens boss types into the open input field on Twitter and lets the sentence resonate.
Yes, this hint is good!
Who hasn't sympathized here?
It's awkward sitting with just one female politician in the large ICE compartment: »Hello?
It's me... no, the parliamentary group meeting has been postponed.
Until then, I still need the strategy paper... the STRATEGY PAPER on the wind turbines.
I don't care if that comes from the Secretary of State.
The main thing is that it comes.
Hi?".
But to be trapped with a whole group of MPs in a projectile that hisses through the ether at 800 kilometers an hour at a height of ten kilometers is really worse than sitting on a vacation plane to Valencia with already well-stocked Ultras.
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So the capitalist looks out the window at the German cloud cover and listens as his fellow travelers are "audibly happy about the weekend."
It's, what would otherwise be conceivable, about skiing, the model railway, evenings on the couch.
He frowns.
There is no such thing as a weekend for the "Chancellor of Industry," as a major weekly newspaper once called him.
He worked hard to earn his place in the business class of life, he even globalized his own name from Josef Käser to Joe Kaeser.
Now he hears "internals across the corridor" being exchanged.
“Confidentialities” is too long for Twitter, “Interna” is already the plural, but nobody knows the singular “Internum”, and besides, this is the point.
If anyone here has an open ear for internals, it's probably Jo Caesar.
Käser grinds his teeth
He doesn't like to look around, so he tucks the folded Financial Times under his arm and makes his way down the aisle to the rear of the plane.
Right and left they crouch and chat, the politicians, "some with CSU ribbons," as he sees out of the corner of his eye.
And isn't that "someone from the FDP who used to write columns for Manager Magazin?"
In the on-board toilet he sends his first tweet.
That feels good.
To be on the safe side, he changes the last sentence to "flat columns in tabloid magazines."
That annoys the whistles from Manager Magazin, and who knows if he won't need Thomas Sattelberger from the FDP again.
Back in his seat, he wonders why the lackeys don't ride the train.
After all, Siemens built it.
Nobody recognized him either.
insolence.
Descent.
He leans his head against the window and somberly ponders while behind him the representatives go on chattering.
As always, when he lets his mind wander, he begins to calculate.
He thinks I earn about seven million euros a year.
Talent, discipline, hard work, no weekends and so on.
Almost four million of them go to the Treasury, so that they can pass them on to the lazybones in Parliament.
They earn 10,000 euros a month, that means ... wait a minute ... by twelve ... roughly estimated ... according to Adam Riese.
Käser grinds his teeth.
»Just that I'm financing this Hallodris in 33 alone!«, he types and takes a deep breath.
No not good.
Always better to think twice before tweeting.
He deletes the sentence and writes: »Roughly calculate how many of these I finance with my income tax«, let's leave that in the approximate, so that even the low-income earners among the followers can identify with it.
Further on in the text, he's on the move: "Don't know if this money couldn't be better spent," he writes and thinks for a moment: "For higher salaries for nursing staff," now the machine is shaken briefly by a gust.
It cheats a star in »Policemen*innen«, but that also looks good, progressive and inclusive.
That's what the many "people who REALLY are there for the citizens every day" like, like his friends, Putin and this Saudi prince regent.
There was no more time for "citizens," the plane has landed.
Josephus Caseus demonstratively remains seated while the representatives of the people from the wooden class hurry towards the exit, to their silly amusements.
For a moment he toyed with the idea of simply buying the plane and the pilot.
And to be flown back to Berlin, this time in peace and quiet.
There is still work waiting for him there.
