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German Wednesday : The last!

Alternatively : In which my parents are in Cologne for a whopping 3 days and manage to get themselves German passports, a feat I haven’t achieved after nine months…

I can’t quite believe that this week is my last. This time next week I’ll be back in Wales, in fact, at this exact time next week I’ll be at training! While I’m excited to be back in the U.K, leaving Germany will be difficult. I love Germany, I love Germans and their orderly, staring, beer-drinking ways. Germany feels like a second home to me, and I’ll miss Dortmund terribly.

But I’ve said enough about how much I’ll miss Germany – I just wanted to share the fact that my parents are now, for all intents and purposes, GERMAN. They travelled to Cologne for a mini city break and to basically take half of my things home. So, this meant I exchanged my very full suitcase for their very empty one… except they forgot that their passports were in the back pocket. HOW SILLY. I got a text this morning (because my Mum tried to ring me several times and just got answered by a German man, this is what happens when you forget to put the dial code in) and sent over their passport numbers, and after much toing and froing around Cologne airport on their part, they succeeded in getting back to the U.K!

I really really hope this doesn’t happen to me next week! Note to self : CHECK FOR PASSPORT EVERY FIVE MINUTES!

German Wednesday – Not long to go now…

I just booked my flight back home to the U.K for the first of June. My contract ends on the 31st of May, so I’ll have a Monday in school and then I’m back in sunny (apparently it is a good deal sunnier than Germany right now!) Britain! It still hasn’t hit me that I have little under a week left in school. I taught my last Tuesday lessons yesterday, as there’s no school next Monday OR Tuesday because Germany clearly has it a lot better where public holidays are concerned! I’m ridiculously jealous as last Thursday and Friday were also public holidays (though I have no school on Friday anyway). Us Brits have just the one public holiday in May – but we don’t go all out like the Germans and close all the shops and supermarkets, don’t be silly!

The abundance of May public holidays aren’t all that I’ll miss in Germany; it’s odd having built a life here and having to leave it. My (now daily now there’s one at the end of my road) trips to Rewe, Backwerk (bakery) and the Kiosks (especially on Sundays when everything except the Kiosks are closed!) shall be sorely missed, not to mention all the German acquaintances I’ve made, from my housemates, to the teachers to the students at school. I’ll truly miss Team Fabelhaft – a group of people who so often reduce me to tears of laughter – so they can all expect visits when we return to the U.K.

So much has changed since I set off to Cologne at the end of August ‘09 – some changes have been beneficial, others have been regretful, but I wouldn’t change this year abroad for the world. In fact, I’d love to do it all over again.  There’s a scheme in Nordrhein Westfalen which involves native speakers being on payroll as teachers in schools here for contracts lasting a year. So you never know, after I finish my degree I could be back in good old NRW again…

German Wednesday – BVB Dortmund, it’s a religion

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Live in Dortmund for long enough and you’ll see that football here is like a religion. Everyone here supports BVB Dortmund (Ballspielverein Borussia) without question. Walk into Dortmund Hauptbahnhof on a match day in the Signal Iduna Park (Dortmund’s stadium) and you’ll see the place overrun with people in yellow shirts, hats, scarves waving yellow flags, singing songs about how great BVB are… the atmosphere is electric.

British football fans get a bad rep for hooliganism, but that’s certainly not the case here in Germany. BVB Dortmund have their enemy (Gelsenkirchen Schalke), but you don’t hear about organised fights like there has been between clubs in the U.K. Everyone goes to football matches here; the BVB fanbase remind me a lot of how the Welsh are with our rugby team… we’re always loyal whatever the score, and just as Wales’ pride in their nation extends to their rugby team, the Dortmunders are always loyal to BVB.

Unfortunately I haven’t had a chance to go to Signal Iduna Park and see BVB play, shame on me! One day, I’ll make sure to go see them. It is an institution here after all, like a religion, just as rugby is in Wales!

German Wednesday : Hurrah for language

There are always certain words and phrases that you’re never going to really grasp unless you’ve lived in the country of the target language. Think about it ; how many German students learn about ‘minging’ or ‘chavs’ or even the word ‘wicked’ used as a positive exclamation. They’re the kind of words that you may find in the dictionary, but you’re unlikely to use them in your lessons because they’re colloquialisms used among native speakers.

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Not to mention that slang differs between regions – think about what you called the shoes you used for sports in primary school, either like the ones above or those black ones with the elastic in the front. If you asked me what they were called, I’d say daps. Ask someone from England, they’re plimsolls. Then go across the Atlantic and ask an American and they’ll say something different again!

Germany’s no different. Thankfully I haven’t encountered many problems in the way of difficult dialects, but I’ve heard tales from other year abroaders who’ve struggled with Schwäbisch (you’ll hear this in Baden-Würtennberg) or Bayerisch (Bavaria).

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For example:  order a Bratwurst here in Dortmund and you’re wanting a ‘Bratwurst mit Brötchen’ – head to Bavaria and you’re wanting a ‘Bratwurst mit Semmel’ . Ever heard the story about how John F Kennedy once called himself a doughnut when giving a speech in West Berlin? It’s a long- standing urban myth that the oft quoted ‘Ich bin ein Berliner’ actually means ‘I am a doughnut’ because of a grammatical error. Perhaps in Nordrhein-Westfalen, but not so in Berlin, where Berliners are called Pfannkuchen. The differences are even more noticeable when you compare Austrian German with Germany’s German. Heuer instead of dieses Jahr (this year), Grüß Gott instead of Guten Tag… it’s enough to make your head spin!

These kinds of linguistic differences with regards to slang are what make studying a language both difficult and interesting at the same time. Language is constantly changing, you’re never going to be aware of all the colloquialisms of your own language, let alone those from other languages!

German Wednesday : Evacuate!

I had to be evacuated from my flat on Tuesday!

Monday we received a letter saying that they had found an old bomb from World War 2 in the park opposite our house, and therefore they had to evacuate the surrounding areas while they removed it. I’ve kept the letter for ‘OH LOOK I HAD TO BE EVACUATED’ sakes!

Slightly annoying – I was ill off school on Tuesday and didn’t particularly want to leave my bed… managed to leave before the police arrived to tell me to go, but I saw an army of Stadt Dortmund’s Ordnungsamt people piling out of the U-Bahn – a sea of navy blue uniforms and red berets, what a sight. Everything in the area was pretty much on lockdown, including the Biergarten in Westpark and the supermarket nearby – not the U-Bahn though thank goodness, so Ciaran and myself went for a cheeky bit to eat (Bratwurst for me, Kebab for Ciaran!).

Not nearly as eventful as I’d hoped really. My flat was still there when I arrived home, so that was a bonus.

I’ve been ill this week, so that’s why I’ve been lacking on the posting front, been feeling a little bit too sorry for myself really! Also can’t believe that I’m in my last four weeks here in Germany. Going to miss it so much, but I’m looking forward to getting back home. Been thinking a lot about the lack of Karate in my life, and I want it back. Imagine not sewing for a year for various reasons, and I’m sure many of you would be feeling how I am! On the one hand I’m really looking forward to getting back, but on the other I’m terrified of how crap I’m going to be! The only way I’ll get better is by training though, so that won’t stop me.

I had a last ditch attempt at finding somewhere to train two weeks ago, did a trial at a Wing Chun club; it wasn’t too bad! Very very different from what I’ve done previously, but unfortunately not worth what they wanted to charge me. It’s 59 Euros a month to train there, but on top of that you have to pay a membership/insurance charge which ranged in the 100s somewhere. Obviously I was only going to be there for about a month and a half, so they cut me a deal in which they’d charge me a lump sum of 130 Euros for everything – twice a week training plus insurance and that. Let’s put this into context. I pay £25 a month for 3/4 times a week training at Karate, and I’m fairly certain the insurance doesn’t come anywhere near £50, let alone £100. So you can see why I was reluctant! Also another of the guys training there really wound me up. He would laugh at me whenever I’d make a mistake, misunderstand something or whatever, which certainly isn’t conductive to making me want to stay and train there.

Phew! Excuse the rant!

German Wednesday : The Abitur Students go nuts

Last week was an interesting one in school – it was the last week before the Abitur (basically A Levels) students’ exams, so essentially their last week in school.

Before I go on to explain what they get up to in their last week of school, there’s one thing you should know. Germans, as a rule, don’t really do fancy dress as often us Brits do. While you do have your ‘Motto Parties’ in Uni (normally ‘Fetisch’ theme in my experience!), fancy dress club nights are a rarity. For example, when  I went to a Lady Gaga themed night last weekend in Augsburg, where free drinks were promised for those dressed up as Gaga, there were still no German Gagas running about, except for those employed by the club. Whereas you know that theme in a British club would have everyone donning a blonde wig and a leotard! The only time I’ve seen German fancy dress in force is at Karneval… So, in essence, Germans dress up rarely, but when they do, they do it well.

So after having thought that Karneval was the only time that Germans dress up, I found out that Abi-Feier Woche is another. The students choose a different theme each day, and then unleash chaos on the school in the form of pranks, refusing to go to lessons, interrupting other students’ lessons and basically getting their revenge on the teachers! I asked some of my Klasse 9 students about it, and they told me that it’s pretty much the highlight of your school years, this one week where you can pretty much do what you want and cause havoc for the teachers. The week culminates in ‘Khaos Tag’ on the Friday, where everything is just mental. Three years ago, according to the students, someone managed to get a cow in front of the staff room on Khaos Tag. Now I’m gutted my day off is on a Friday! Fancy dress themes ranged from ‘Azi Tag’ (basically German Chavs) to Superheroes, but my favourite came from another school in the area, which involved each student wearing white overalls, painting themselves and spraying their hair white while donning a pair of sunglasses with those silly noses and moustaches stuck on so that none of the teachers knew who was who.

Of course, I was completely out of the loop and had no idea this was happening. So cue my Klasse 6 lesson on Tuesday, I notice the door was wedged open with a t-shirt. All the doors in my school have to be opened with a master key, but this is a bit of a German thing too so I thought nothing of it. Turns out, one of the kids had wedged the door open so that the Abi-students could come in and go a bit mental in my lesson! It was a bit of an… oh dear moment, mostly because the task I had for them was written, and there’s no way you’re going to motivate 15 12 year olds to write about their pretend holiday in Wales when they have all these Abi-students sitting next to them in costume… so I just got them all to count in Welsh, which seemed to go down well!

I’m annoyed I didn’t think to get more photos, but I did get one from when they stormed my classroom at least :

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Really jealous I never got to do anything like this in school!

German Wednesday – An Ode To Kev

Oh Kev. How can I begin to describe Kev?

Kev is one of the fitness instructors at our gym and has quickly become mine and Gray’s favourite. In fact I think I might go as far as saying that Kev is my life. Oh how I look forward to Tuesdays so I can punch and kick in coordination with Kev’s electro-mix of music! Not only that, but Kev provides endless inspiration for moves to bust on the dancefloor.

Not to mention the people that Kev attracts to his classes – blue shorts boy, girl-who-fell-over-once-but-is-really-into-it and her pal that-bloke-who-thinks-he’s-Rocky, and the girl who I copy in front because I couldn’t see Kev from behind the pillar. So many characters, so little time.

And did I mention that Kev is a hero for a cause? At our gym, ‘muscle shirts’ (tanktops) for blokes are banned, but despite this, Kev would turn up without fail with his own muscle top, showing off his biceps and that. So, last week he announced that men are now allowed to wear them. I like to imagine that it took many weeks of campaigning from Kev, and that he wore all those muscle shirts in protest of the oppression that his guns were facing. You go Kev! Fight the man!

Every week, about quarter of an hour before the class ends, he makes us run around the hall AND HIGH FIVES EVERYONE. Oh Kev, you legend!

German Wednesdays : Ich liebe Brot

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Short and sweet today.

I love German bread. I really do. I bought a loaf today and I’ve eaten almost half of it already. No, I don’t miss sandwiches or pasties in the slightest, it’s all about the belegten Brötchen thank you very much. Salami with cream cheese is my favourite, OM NOM NOM

Loving the fact that German supermarkets and bakeries tend to have a ‘bread of the day/week’ thing going on, meaning that I can buy a loafy bready goodness for under a euro… CHOMP

Oh man, I think I might go cut myself another slice of my loaf…

German Wednesday : Sewing auf Deutsch

Sorry it’s a day late!

I thought I’d use this edition of German Wednesday to talk about my sewing course at the Volkshochschule (community college).

It’s been really enjoyable so far, though I am moving at a snail’s pace, or so it seems! I’m creating View C of Butterick 6582, and I think it’s going to turn out cute! Things I’ve learnt so far:

  • That copy paper exists. (Seriously, I had no idea what it was or what it was used for, this  discovery makes things SO MUCH EASIER)
  • That tracing patterns is annoying, but useful. I found that it made me think about the construction of the garment more.
  • Matching a floral pattern on the fabric I’m using is HARD, but I don’t care because I’ve never bothered matching florals anyway. Hell, as my teacher was trying to do it yesterday, I looked at the floral skirt I was wearing and noticed that it didn’t match on that either, so I feel justified in not caring now! Obviously plaids are a different story…
  • Basting a garment together beforehand is a useful exercise and shouldn’t be skipped in the case of the garment above. Here’s my bodice basted together :

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Has to be said, I love the way in which this sewing class brings together the two main elements of this blog; sewing in German is difficult due to the vocabulary, but it’s done wonders for that and also my describing skills. When you don’t know the word, describe it et voila!

German Wednesday : Kino Tag!

 

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Tuesday is Cinema Day at Dortmund Cinestar, so I went with a fellow assistant to get some German film watching on the go.

I’ve made a pact with myself for the duration of my stay here in Germany; that is, to only watch German-language films, and I’ll tell you why.

Dubbing. The god-damned dubbing. I understand that Germans love American films too, but I just can’t stand this habit they have of dubbing anything English-language into German! I watched ‘The Ugly Truth’ auf Deutsch, and the way in which the voices in no way matched up to the movement of the actor’s mouths completely irritated me to no end. I’ve asked my students about it a few times now, and the majority of them shrug and say ‘but we can’t understand it when it’s in English’, unless they’re so enthusiastic about English that they’ll have made sure to have watched the German and the original version.

It surprises me that a country which places so much importance on learning the English language has this awful habit. It irritates me just as much when Japanese Anime is dubbed (Japanese voice acting works so much better for Anime than American ones do) and it would irritate me equally to see German films dubbed in English. There’s nothing wrong with subtitles!

Occasionally the cinemas will show the original version auf Englisch, there’s even a cinema in Cologne which shows original versions of English-language films. It just baffles me how anyone can put up with it – sadly the dubbing rule is extended to television programmes too, and anyone who has watched German T.V will know that it is, on the most part, terrible, so they have a lot of American programmes.

I wouldn’t say the same of German cinema however – Germany produces a lot of really excellent films. Lola Rennt (Run Lola Run) is a favourite in German classes everywhere, as is Goodbye Lenin and Das Leben der Anderen (The Lives of Others).

My new pact has produced interesting results; last week we went to the cinema spontaneously, ended up seeing Zeiten ändern Dich without having any clue as to what it was about… ended up being an autobiographical pic about a German rap star named Bushido, whom I’ve never heard of before I saw the film. It wasn’t a bad film actually, though I’ve got the impression from my German friends that I probably wouldn’t have bothered to go see it had I been familiar with the rapper Bushido – I enjoyed it regardless, though the cinema was full of really annoying wannabe-gangster kids.

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Yesterday I saw a film called Friendship!, which was just brilliant. It tells the tale of two East Germans (Ossi is slang for a person from East Germany), Tom and Veit, from Berlin who decide to travel to America when the Berlin wall falls in 1989. Their plan is to travel to San Francisco to see the Golden Gate Bridge, ‘der westlichen Punkt der Erde’ (the most western point of the world), though we find out later that Veit wants to find his father, who has been sending postcards on his birthday from San Francisco for twelve years since he fled the GDR. Their money only buys them a flight to New York, and thus follows a hilarious trip across America in the attempt to reach San Francisco in time for Veit’s birthday.

Friendship comes 20 years after the fall of the Berlin Wall, so it was interesting to see the situation that arises when two lads from East Berlin decide to plunge themselves entirely in the deep end of the western world, having previously had only covert exposure to it (East Germany was very strict about Western media). There’s a scene in the film where they attempt to explain that they are from East Germany, that they have come because the wall has fallen, only to find that the two American girls have no idea what they’re talking about. I get much the same reaction from people when I tell them about what I’ve learnt of the split between Eastern and Western Germany; most people know about the Berlin Wall, but, particularly people my age, have no idea why it was such a big deal when it came down and don’t have a clue how different the two Germanys were from everyday life to politics. If I hadn’t studied German, I doubt I would have known either.

The film plays a lot on the comedy of the situation Veit and Tom find themselves in, and I loved all the little misunderstandings and attempts at constructing English sentences because this was almost the exact situation that I found myself in not so long ago! I think the highlight of the film has to be when Veit and Tom dress up as Russian soldiers for a gay strip club in Las Vegas in order to make some money.

Well worth a watch! Excuse the massive rant on dubbing, it just seriously winds me up and detracts from my enjoyment of a film a great deal!