Is there a difference between being a military family and an expat?
And does it matter? I hover between the exact meanings of words meaning EVERYTHING and nothing at all, ho-hum, is there anything else on?
Am I an expat? Immigrant would probably be more appropriate. Expat always sounds so fleeting, and I am in Germany for good. Do we need to have labels for all the different kinds of foreigners living in a country? Are these labels more exclusive than inclusive? From Casinos to Castles got a discussion going on the topic with her contraversial post Sorry Military Families, You’re Not Expats. I don’t know if I agree or disagree, but it is an interesting discussion.
It’s spring now. Go take a walk.
Sometimes you discover the most on foot. deutsch, bitte explores Berlin on foot and takes pictures of the details that pop out along the way.
How to get married in Germany.
In case you’re into that kind of thing. Find it over on the myGermanExpert blog.
Oh crap, Spreepark has been sold.
I don’t like the sound of this at all:
“‘The district wants a small, fine family park. But the old rides scrap has to go,’ he said, presumably before emitting an evil laugh. Indeed the senate and district both want a ‘high-quality, eco-friendly culture and leisure park,’ according to Der Tagesspiegel.” Read more on Abandoned Berlin.
An Irishman complains about how Berlin does St. Patrick’s Day.
And rightly so. Shame on your Berlin. I guess nobody’s perfect. Not even the city everybody loves to love to hate to love. Or whatever.
“There will be no St. Patrick’s Day parade in Berlin this year. Instead, there’s a Day-Before-St. Patrick’s Day parade taking place the day before, presumably for commercial reasons.” Read the rest of the post on Der Irische Berliner.
Cross-cultural relationships! So is a relationship that is an adventure a good thing or a bad thing. You decide.
Sometimes I wish I liked skiing.
Berlin is awesome. Berlin is stupid. Berlin is the only city in Germany. Berlin is over. Oh who cares anymore?
“The Berlin backlash had to happen sooner or later. No city could be so consistently lauded to the skies for its creative edge, elegant shabbiness, and 24-hour nightlife without eventually coming down with a hard bump. And the bump does seem to have arrived. Last month, a Rolling Stone piece charted Berlin nightclub Berghain’s fall from grace, taking it as a lodestone reflecting its host city’s wider trajectory. Then a New York Times article about Berlin’s putative role as a proxy Brooklyn led Gawker to run a piece headlined, “Berlin is Over: What’s Next?””
Fasching happened. Thank god that’s over.
But I seem to be one of the very few people who don’t enjoy the costumed drunken fest that is German Karnival/Fastnacht/Fasching. So I won’t rain on your parade. Here you can hear Lehrer Werkstatt talks about her own experience with this crazy German celebration. There are a lot of pictures. No Apathy Allowed also has some photos and words on the subject.
Letters to our pre-expat selves.
“It didn’t take long before you realised the leading an expatriate lifestyle wasn’t always rosy. Starting all over again definitely was as difficult as climbing Everest. Society did not function the way you were used to for the past 26 years.”
Finding food from back home: A vegetarian in Germany reports
I never noticed as I never liked them, but apparently Germany never had a big selection of energy bars. Until now. A vegetarian in Germany reports on where you can get them.
It is apparently impossible to talk about wurst without making bad puns.
“I admit, I was sceptical about the sauce. I’m not a huge curry and sausages fan, especially from what I could see, in a less-than-discreet drowning sauce. To the absolute horror of the waiter, I asked for the sauce on the side. Nonetheless, he oliged me, bringing over a small dish of sausages and potatoes, and a large jug of sauce. I poured a little in the corner. A slice of sausage. A dip in sauce….and then… TASTE EXPLOSION!” Read the rest of the blog here.