My father thinks I have a complicated life. Balancing between two countries. Two cultures. Three languages. German. English. And my mother tongue.
Complicated? I find it challenging. True, there are days I do not want to travel from one place to the other. And there are days I do not understand what my own German wants. Or what the Germans mean in general. Days that I do not understand why they don't want to put mayonaise on my bratwurst.
But there are so many days that I wake up enjoying the green around me. A bunny in the garden. (And one in my bed). Making terrible language mistakes while everyone thinks that is sweet. Discovering tiny little things that people do different, and giggling secretly about them. Testing new food. And some new words.
Complicated. No. Getting mayonaise on your bratwurst. That is complicated.
30.8.07
Complications
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Alice
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i trust many germans have bad taste. but noone would dare to put mayonaise on a bratwurst - that´s for sure.
i guess the germans differentiate as follow for their bratwurst:
<30 years: ketchup
>30 years: mustard
You must be Dutch!
How do I know??
Relive one of my favorite 'Pulp Fiction' scenes at
http://www.youtube.com/watch?
v=5JfIAB6whZ4
(the answer is in the last seconds of video)
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