kultur

arriving was so exciting. all those ads in german! people will care about my crazy german obsessions! i love saying "entschuldigung!" when i bump into people. during that unending hour in the train station, i was surrounded by all those people in such a hurry, who all could communicate with each other by speaking german into their cell phones´- i have none of these things. (after mom bought me good rates here, i get no service. doesn´t it figure?) i want to live meike´s life in her little sunny apartment in grey germany. but i kept realizing no matter how hard i try, i can never be german. no matter how many americans think i´m crazy for cutting apart and resewing together all my pillowcases so they´ll fit my german pillow, for having a wasserkocher and drinking so much tee, for trzing to conserve water and electricity, and recycling; it will never be enough here, with their wierd toilets, wierd lightswitches, wierd money. Chris Rea´s driving home for chistmas came on FFH, and stefan the dj came on and talked in german about how the song was about driving home and visiting family for christmas. i felt so foriegn and started crying- what is wrong with me, that i am choosing to spend chrsitmas so far awaz from people who know me, in a place where even the christmas lights have bizzare plugs?