# Rainer Langhans drinks blood orange juice. He accompanies it with half an avocado and fried mushrooms, without bread. In the glass display case, plump tartlets tempt like the sensation of fruit on bare skin. Cake pops and colorful macarons, all strictly vegan. A tribute to a prudish zeitgeist, Patisserie Safer Sex.
Langhans, with his white curly hair and dressed all in white, fits into the pastel-colored ambience. „What was the experience of ‚68?“he asks himself, as if he didn’t know the answer. That‘s the question I came to Munich with, to the Maxvorstadt district; it’s less than two kilometers from the bright green macarons to the Feldherrenhalle. The ‚68 experience.
“Of course we had sex, drugs, and rock ‘n‘ roll, all that stuff, but those are just crude, materialistic derivations of a much higher experience.“ Langhans, once the It boy of the revolt, says „we“when he means the commune. Kommune I, the West Berlin commune founded in early 1967, was a friction point and an incubator. It was a breeding ground for hatred of the bourgeoisie, and it gave rise to Spontis and terrorists. LANGHANS MOVED there in March 1967. Last year, he told the respectable Apotheken Umschau magazine: “The commune was an invention to overcome the Western world with its end product, capitalism and fascism.“ Mission accomplished?
