All of this time, we’ve been creatures in a burrow: isolated from the markets, the world, economics. I’ve been coming here a long time-about 14 years from back when it was Euromold. For the time being, however, the silence is with me.” At any moment it may be shattered and then all will be over. ”T]he most beautiful thing about my burrow is the stillness. Deep in my burrow, I can hear a sound and I’m terrified by it like Kafka´s secretive animal:
A Festung which is formidable, vast, and secure, but still so vulnerable in my own mind. I feel like a badger wandering aimlessly through a labyrinthine burrow. The long snaking paths towards the Torhaus, Rebstock, and Festhalle. There’s also something terribly Kafkaesque about this place. I can learn faster here than anywhere else. About ceramics, granulate, PEEK, PVDF, GRCop 42, triangles, files and so much more. About the setters in binder jet that some call furniture. It’s five days of hugs and that’s just great. While I only have a few relatives, there are so many of you in the 3D printing industry. All are excited.įormnex is my favorite time of the year, not Christmas. Some are much fitter now and look much happier to boot. It’s super nice to hug everyone and say “hi.” I met so many people that I haven’t seen in a year and several that I hadn’t seen in years. Over there is pasta that you could make better at home.ĭespite my feelings about Frankfurt, it truly is fantastic to be here. It’s kind of like being in purgatory, only with more travelators. There’s nothing exactly right about it either. There’s nothing exactly wrong with Frankfurt. Is it me or is everything here the same beige as all the computers pre-2000? Or is the grey color you find in thunderclouds? It feels like some expressionist tried to paint bureaucracy as an emotion. Rather than miles of earth above me, I am entombed in the cosseted hell that is Frankfurt. I feel like I’m a coal miner headed deep underground. That’s not vanilla you smell it’s a mixture of ABS-GF and strategic replication. The scented candles of this year are all of the large format printers chasing too few clients. The comfy slippers that will be buried deep in closets are all the software startups that couldn’t attend because they have no revenue at all-inviting at first glance but destined to be forgotten.
This year, powder companies who don´t understand additive are the colorful socks that well intentioned children give. It’s cold, grey, and you never really get what you want. Formnext and Frankfurt: they’re a bit like Christmas.
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