Paper #1 – “Heroes, Wolves, and Refugees: The Fairy Tale of 21st Century Germany” IS DONE!!!! BOOM!!!!
“From the Fatherland to the Mothering City: Dauerwald and the Berlin Landscape” is DONE!!! HOPPLA!!! Two done, one to go and it’s almost finished!
Products I want to have back home:
1. Gösser Naturradler. Sehr lecker!
2. Ritter-Sport chocolate. I think you can get them back home.
3. Knusper Müesli. Not that lame Kellogg’s crap.
4. Döner kebabs. Never happen 🙁
5. Berliner Kindl Weisse Himbeere. Raspberry beer!
6. Brötchen mit Serrano-Schinken und Gurke. Best breakfast on earth!
7. That Berlin Smell. It’s like linden flowers, soap, green, and fruity. Seriously, I want a perfume of this.
8. German guys. SO PRETTY.
9. The Pickles. They are so good here!
10. The Mustard. Has actual flavor, not just burning vinegar.
“Every German Owns a Cello: Finding Cultural Identity in the German Musical Landscape” is… well, it’s done, but I hate it. I just can’t look at it anymore for tonight.
This morning, in outdated internet memes:
Me: “YAY! Done with mah papers! Happy fun play time for last week! Yay!”
Homework: “O HAI! I CAN HAZ THREE SELF-EVALUATIONS, PLZ??”
Me: *PWNZ0R’D!!!* “MY SPLEEEN!!!!!”
Last Thursday morning in Berlin. Chatting with a forestry student online trying to get some final bits of information for my paper before I hand it in. City is waking up, the daily bottle recycling is clanging away, the birds are singing, and somebody is listening to Sigur Ros in our courtyard.
Our U-Bahn, the U8, goes from Hermannstraße to Wittenau. I rode it to Wittenau and then station hopped back to Rosenthaler Platz.
*Proudly posts a photo of herself wearing the pants she was wearing the day she arrived in Berlin that are now 3 sizes too big*
*Eats an extra large Doener Kebab and drinks 2 radlers with lunch to celebrate. Now craves chocolate or a nap*
Hello, my name is Scarlett M, and I have a scarf addiction.
I came with 4 scarves, I am leaving with 16. I am going to need an extra suitcase…
Ok, I am waiting on an s-bahn platform on the outskirts of Berlin. A train just left and I am the only person here. As the train was pulling out, I kid you not, I heard the sound Transformers make when they transform. Not just kind of. Exactly. Wtf?
Friedrichstraße station. One guy is playing Hotel California on acoustic guitar. Across the street a shop is blaring a nauseating Eurovision cover of Call Me by Blondie. This is the soundtrack in hell, my brethren.
So, I’ve made some friends while I’ve been here, but of course because it’s me, they are mostly guys in various flavors of gay and gay adjacent. Because as much as I don’t get along with American women, German women have even less tolerance for me. They make me feel like a poodle in a room full of Dobermans. So every evening I end up getting texts from various people wanting to chat. I have learned Germans are some of the loneliest people I have ever met. Seriously, a lot of people live alone and the way society works here people can end up isolated and invisible pretty easily. But there is always football! Tonight there is a big football match… and for the first time in a week my phone is silent. Hmm… I wonder why?
My last few days in Berlin.
And I am coming down with a cold.
FML
