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By popular request, we’re publishing a blog in German for all those out there looking for a bit more practice (and of course the native speakers). Guest blogger Jalees Rehman explains the German tradition of the “Posiealbum.”
Ich habe meiner Tochter zu ihrem neunten Geburtstag ein Poesiealbum gekauft. Warum gerade zum neunten Geburtstag? Weil ich neun Jahre alt war, als mich eine Klassenkameradin zum ersten Mal bat, etwas in ihr Poesiealbum zu schreiben.
This is a preview of German Traditions: The Poetry Album.
Peter Sloterdijk. Photo copyright dpa/Andreas Gerbert
Nietzschean, Heideggerian, fascist, anarchist, libertarian, brilliant genius, blabbering nutjob – these and many other labels have probably been used to describe Peter Sloterdijk, who is one of Germany’s most widely known contemporary philosophers. He has achieved a rock-star status in the echelons of contemporary German thinkers, perhaps because none is more apt than Sloterdijk at fulfilling the true purpose of a public intellectual: inculcating his audience with an insatiable desire to think. His fans adore him; his critics are maddened by him. Few, if any, experience indifference when they encounter the provocateur Sloterdijk.
This is a preview of German Philosophers, Comedians, and the TED Talks.
Vineyards in Rüdesheim am Rhein, photo courtesy of the author
This short and sweet lived journey through Germany was to be my catharsis from leidenschaft or passion. Instead, it became the journey of a bond with dear friends and with a country, both of which have left a lasting imprint on my soul. For a woman that does everything with passion, I was intent on seeing Germany, with the absence of passion, through the eyes of a local. And yet, much to my pleasure, I saw the country in the most passionate and ecstatic way possible. My most intimate moments in Germany were experienced in the small town of Rudesheim am Rhein. And these moments were made complete by combining the idiosyncrasies of a writer, a chef, and a dog.
During the World Cup, even the rolls have football fever. Photo courtesy Snooker in Berlin
Well, I can finally admit it. I’m a changed person. The move to Germany has made me a “soccer” fan. Yes, Fußball has me. Last Friday night as the UK goalie scored a goal for the USA I giggled madly. Sunday night as the German National Team whooped Australia (come on, would you expect any less?) I had a grin on my face. Yes, I’m hooked.
I had a little gathering on the occasion of Germany’s first match game. Look closely at the colors of the food (pictured below). Black, red, gold! The colors of the German flag. Yes we went crazy! Blueberries and Buletten (basically a meatball) were representing black (well, they really weren’t black… in fact, I got some comments that they were lovely), strawberries and bell peppers were red, and apricots, pineapple and more peppers represented the gold/yellow.