Things seem to be simmering down now, but lately relations between Germany and the U.S. have been less than perfect. I’m not sure about the media coverage back home, but here every newspaper is filled with headlines about the NSA affair that’s taken the world by storm.
Luckily tensions aren’t running too high in my apartment. In fact, last week my landlady, Renate seemed much more concerned with a local project that she’s been working on for the last fews years. Allow me to explain.
Photo courtesy Patrick Molligo
This is a preview of One Year in Berlin: Guerilla Knitting.
At the beginning of November, Berlin celebrated an unprecedented event–the 25th anniversary of the fall of Berlin Wall. The event was highlighted with a great lighting installation that marked the border of the former Berlin Wall. The installation stretched for around 15 kilometres and featured 8000 helium-filled, white balloons clipped on stands that use battery-lit LEDs to illuminate the balloons like street lamps.
The event took place on from November 7th to the 9th. The 9th November is the day the Wall ceased to exist–not physically, but in people’s’ minds.
This is a preview of Berlin Lichtgrenze: On the 25th Anniversary of the Fall of the Berlin Wall.
My parents came to visit me last week and even though they only stayed for a few days, I know we all had a nice time together in Berlin. The day they arrived just happened to coincide with my final exam for the BCGS 6-week German course, so it definitely proved to be a tiring afternoon.
This is a preview of One Year in Berlin: A Visit From the Eltern.
Peter Georgi (72) in his living room in Berlin, Germany, 02 December 2014. For thirteen years Georgi was the Santa Claus at the Kaufhaus des Westen (KaDeWe) department store. The KaDeWe’s separation from their long-time Santa Claus is cause for outrage. Photo: Lukas Schulze/dpa
Patrick’s Berlin rugby team. Photo courtesy Patrick Molligo
Last Monday I gave my first oral presentation (Referat) here at the Freie Universität. Although I only spoke in front of my small German class, I nevertheless found the exercise useful. After all, in about one week the real classes begin, and I’ll have to prepare such presentations regularly. I can only hope that my German ability will up to par by then. Up until now I’ve had both good and bad days with the language. Just when I think I’ve carried out a near flawless conversation at the dinner table I find myself stammering incoherently in front of a street vendor while trying to order a bratwurst.
This is a preview of One Year in Berlin: Stress Relief and Rugby in Berlin.