Erika Mann
Erika Julia Hedwig Mann (November 9, 1905 – August 27, 1969) was a German actress and writer, the eldest daughter of novelist Thomas Mann and Katia Mann.
Life
Erika Mann was born in Munich and was the firstborn daughter of the writer and later Nobel-prize winner Thomas Mann and his wife, Katia (née Pringsheim), the daughter of an intellectual German family of Jewish heritage. She was named after Katia Mann's brother Erik, who died early, Thomas Mann's sister Julia Mann, and her grandmother Hedwig Dohm. She was baptized as a Protestant, just as her mother had been.
Thomas Mann expressed in a letter to his brother Heinrich Mann his disappointment about the birth of his first child:
Nevertheless, he later candidly confessed in the notes of his diary, that he "preferred, of the six, the two oldest [Erika and Klaus] and little Elisabeth with a strange decisiveness".
In Erika he had a particular trust, which later showed itself in that she exercised a great influence on the important decisions of her father. Her particular role was also known by her siblings, as her brother Golo Mann remembered: "Little Erika must salt the soup". This reference to the twelve-year-old Erika from the year 1917 was an often-used phrase in the Mann family.
Erika Mann (politician)
Erika Mann (born 2 November 1950 in Leipzig) is a German politician and was a Member of the European Parliament with the Social Democratic Party of Germany from 1994–2004. She was part of the Socialist Group and sat on the European Parliament's Committee on International Trade.
She was present at the The Taj Mahal Palace Hotel in Mumbai during the 2008 terror attacks.
She was a substitute for the Committee on Budgetary Control and the Committee on Industry, Research and Energy.
Education
Career
Podcasts:
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by Guy
We're Comin'
by: GuyY'all thought we was jokin'?
Beat is bomp, that's right, yeah
That beat is bomp, bomp, bomp
Bomp, bomp, it's the G yo
Everybody, can I have your attention? I got something to say
Y'all lame-ass small-change cats, hunt's y'all like prey
Bring it to ya raw, no-cut, flow nuts like cashews
And yo' comments, keep 'em to yourself, nobody asked you
If I had to I'd throw something hot at you that'll leave you cold
C'mon dog that ain't platinum, you dipped it in white gold
Come between anything I love, surely you stop breathin'
And y'all thought Guy was out the game but sorry, you're not leavin'
You won't believe me until you see my name
In a star, carved in pavement
Y'all think this hard
Well, wait 'til I go up in the basement
I'ma tell you this once, fuck sayin' it twice
I inhale cold, exhale blowin', turn it to ice
Your time short, honestly I'm tired of hearin' y'all frontin'
Guy-2K featurin' Brett watch out, we're comin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh huh
We got it locked and we got the beats that'll rock, you're not
You better be careful not to blow your spot
And you better work hard, it's gonna take a lot
'Cause we're comin'
We're from the streets from the heart of the woods
Straight to the beach, talk shit, nigga better watch your speech
Or get yo' ass blown straight off your feet
'Cause we're comin'
We're comin', competition is not
All you wanna-be cats get to runnin'
Nigga, I'm slick wit it pourin' shit hot one drop
And blow your spot, do you think you can beat me?
You counterfeit and you can't handle the way
Now you wanna drop a remix, it's a little too late
Try'na cop my style, it won't work, stupid nigga
Put down the mic before you get your shit bent up
We got it locked and we got the beats that'll rock, you're not
You better be careful not to blow your spot
And you better work hard, it's gonna take a lot
'Cause we're comin'
We're from the streets from the heart of the woods
Straight to the beach, talk shit, nigga, better watch your speech
Or get yo' ass blown straight off your feet
'Cause we're comin'
We're back on top, you better run for cover 'cause we can't be stopped
Keep poppin' shit money, it just might get dropped
'Cause you didn't know we got that shit on lock
We keep on, nigga we're comin'
So don't think shit sweet
I'm 'bout to drop another million by the end of the week
You can't stop it, might as well run and cop it
You bitch ass niggas can't flock it, we
We got it locked and we got the beats that'll rock, you're not
You better be careful not to blow your spot
And you better work hard, it's gonna take a lot
'Cause we're comin'
We're from the streets from the heart of the woods
Straight to the beach, talk shit, nigga better watch your speech
Or get yo' ass blown straight off your feet
'Cause we're comin'
It was y'all who thought
This shit was a joke