They wear lederhosen. And drink beer. They eat bratwurst and sing German schlager music. No. You could definitly not say I have been searching for it. Even in my wildest fantasy, a German was not on the list.
And here I am now. Not just on a vacation in the country. But moving everything I have to the very green heart of Germany. Living together with a German. I am even supposed to speak the language know.
You can not imagine how happy I felt discovering there were no lederhosen in the closet.
23.8.07
What does a German look like?
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