Our Franz passed away. Franz Beckenbauer. The footballing ’emperor’. It ‘came very close for a moment’, because he was a kind of friend of the family during his relationship with Diana Sandmann. Although I never saw them on birthdays.
The funny thing about Beckenbauer is that no matter how good and kind the man may have been during his life and well-being, we continue to view him with reserve, solely because of the 1974 World Cup final. Stupid, yes, because we have no choice but to respect him. He won everything as a player and trainer, although football was nothing to behold when he became world champion as a coach with Germany in 1990.
Diana could be family. That name doesn’t come up that often and the fact that she spells it with ‘double n’ means nothing. However, there has never been contact, we live in different worlds.
What I know about her is from an article in the South German Zeitung on December 27, 2022. She had something with Franz between 1977 and 1988, was a press photographer, psychotherapist and grief counselor and now mainly wants to be seen as Mahlerin painter, artist.
The German has a studio on a farm ‘somewhere’ and her roosters are called Pablo, after Picasso and Gustav, after Klimt. Pablo suffered a heart attack, but we do not read whether it was fatal.
The journalist writes that Diana Sandmann is not a woman who makes herself small. That’s already in place early on. She grows up on Holbein Street in Bogenhausen and when it is explained to her at the age of 4 that Holbein is an artist, the girl comments: “I don’t need to paint as dark as him, but a street named after me seems appropriate to me.” what.”
Maybe it’s not family either.