über Die Verdrängung Des Sozialen Elends In Der "Sozialsten' Aller... / Alter... Endstation...Tod

What will this self-love and focus on the present lead to? To old age, of course! In whose company will one perceive their age—how, where, when, and above all how happily? Probably in a youth hostel of various luxury classes for those over 50: senior residences, nudist cabins, hip-hop clubs, Swedish curtain clubs, residences, sanctuaries, ships, semi-respectable places, communal living, etc. But all of this has to be paid for. The extent to which things are supposedly done for the elderly or actually done to them can be seen in the hustle and bustle of the many small vehicles of the countless social services. Their metallic presence now overshadows the quotas of taxis, delivery services, police cars, and fire trucks. How humane a society really is can be documented by the treatment of the youngest and the oldest. Here, the Pharmaceutical Review conveys the minimal difference between the misery of old age and the well-being of children. Perhaps in Germany, 'old age' has not yet been recognized as an incurable—so to speak, inevitably fatal—disease, and thus has not been medically declared, allowing people to cope mentally and materially as the society of test winners and test winner beaters on smartphones envisions. Old age did not always mean loneliness. Old age did not always mean poverty. Old age did not always mean disability. Old age did not always mean isolation. Old age did not always mean a dead end. Old age did not always mean a longing for death. Old age once meant community. Old age once meant family wealth. Old age once meant experience. Old age once meant sociability. Old age once meant security. Old age once meant zest for life. Deus caritas est - quo vadis?.