Being a birthday boy in Germany

My flatmate is either dyslexic or has a better knowledge of English than I thought…
So I’m now a quarter of a century old! 25 – 2, 5. Yep, that’s right, yesterday I had my biggest birthday since my 21st, and probably the last one I’ll be able to look forward to without hot sweats and panic about losing the last remainders of my youth.
Having said that, now that I’ve experienced three birthdays in Germany, I can say that I won’t have any problems turning thirty here; because if there’s one thing Germans understand, it’s how to feiern a Geburtstag – and I’m not just talking about alcohol consumption here, although that too is involved.


There’s one thing my coach never tired of saying to me: “Hau den Ball ins Tor hinein!” – best translated with: “Just slam it into the back of the net!” What did yours used to say to you? What about this one: “In order to enchant your audience, you have to open yourself to them and show them the determination inside you”? Ever heard that? Probably not – unless you’re also in an amateur dramatic club.



