Kiwi in Berlin

I'm just one of the 250 (registered) New Zealanders living in Berlin. Here I try to answer pressing questions such as: What are the Germans like? What happens in Berlin on a day-to-day basis? Why is NZ so far away? What does "playing the offended sausage" mean?

Sunday, September 19, 2004

Blue eyes, Little Earth Men...

Thierry, the Swiss guy (French part), has left our German class and so we are now manless. He was particularly striking, too - the bluest eyes I've ever seen. The woman at the bakery. who normally doesn't give us more than a cursory nod, would fawn all over him.
I should say who the other people in my class are - Yoko. from Japan, is friendly but reserved. She has a German boyfriend and translates between Japanese and Chinese. She is mid 30s and had a husband in Japan who died but I'm not sure how and of course don't want to ask. Su-ah is from Korea, also reserved but friendly, is an author and loves reading German literature. That's why she's learning German and she also wants to translate. Pinto's first name is Rebecca but everyone calls her Pinto. She's from everywhere - Brazilian father, Portugese mother, grew up in Aussie but speaks with a London accent. She is very bubbly and works in a hostel, always too hard because she's very run-down. Kyla is Canadian and hardly speaks German although she's lived here for ages. She's an interior architect. Claire comes from Leeds and has two kids, is friendly but gets grumpy fast if she can't understand something. She leaves this week.
Yesterday was Saturday and Rich and I went to the zoo - good to learn animal names, my favourite was meerkat in German is Erdmännchen (little earth man, so cute!) - and then I went to KaDeWe to buy some boots. It was a relatively painless experience apart from a man directing me to the teens' section! They have so many things to choose from there it's hard to narrow it down. On the top level there is a food court claiming to sell 1800 different kinds of sausage and cheese, and there's a domed glass roof where you can look over the western side of the city. Outside the store is a "Mahnmal" (memorial for something negative) about the concentration camps just saying We Must Never Forget and then listing them one by one. People seemed more interested in the brass band nearby pumping out the Mission Impossible theme.

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