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- ran into a bunch of annoying Amis and Canadians who were drunk outside the bar (and are at the Institut), then ended up chatting with the Germans they were bothering and met a Chinese guy
- taught one of the young Swiss guys in my class the word "manwhore" (as part of a discussion of swearing in various languages)
- wore sandals to class!
- gave a (somewhat disjointed) presentation on the Geisterbahnhoefe in Berlin, which led into a plug -- by our teacher! -- for the anthology my short story is coming out in this October (she's helping me translate it into something resembling Real German)
- got involved in a discussion of Freudian psychology in class and got to use the word "Penisneid"
- stayed out of the discussion on Sterbehilfe (euthanasia) in class (Euthanasie exists as a word in German, but they don't use it now, according to my teacher, because of the NSDAP associations.)
- saw a lecture on "Degenerate Art" and Nazi propaganda
- got further into Das Paradies am Rande der Stadt, and I have to quote a little for you.
It's told in that sort of ironic tone, and it's got a very wry, sardonic cast to it. I'm enjoying it so far, though I'm only on page 33.
- looked at an apartment listing site in Berlin and found a super cute 1200 sqft maisonette in Prenzlauer Berg with a spiral staircase, only 950E/month warm.
- fell in love with the city again. I want to sit on the fountain at Alexanderplatz and close my eyes and feel the city. I want to go lean against the Mauer memorial at Bernauer Strasse, to sit in the Friedrichstrasse train station, to touch the Brandenburg Gate, and feel the city's soul. I want to find the in-between places in the city and join them.
The first time I came to Berlin was for 3 days in May 1997. I knew then that I'd go back. I feel at home here. I wish it were practical to consider moving, but there's the house, the cats, the boy, the other boy, my friends, my family... hell, my job. I have no idea what it would take to become a pharmacist here, other than the TestDaF (probably) and a lot of medical German, plus the German pharmacy laws and drugs... most likely a year-long internship or something, because my degree wouldn't transfer, nor would my licensure, since the rules are fairly different. The only info I've ever been able to find regards transfer of degrees from EU countries, though buried in the legalese toward the end is something about a test of equality for non-EU degrees.
Aside from that, I really don't want to work full time as anything other than a writer, and I'd probably fail a licensure exam if I took one today.
I love this city.
- taught one of the young Swiss guys in my class the word "manwhore" (as part of a discussion of swearing in various languages)
- wore sandals to class!
- gave a (somewhat disjointed) presentation on the Geisterbahnhoefe in Berlin, which led into a plug -- by our teacher! -- for the anthology my short story is coming out in this October (she's helping me translate it into something resembling Real German)
- got involved in a discussion of Freudian psychology in class and got to use the word "Penisneid"
- stayed out of the discussion on Sterbehilfe (euthanasia) in class (Euthanasie exists as a word in German, but they don't use it now, according to my teacher, because of the NSDAP associations.)
- saw a lecture on "Degenerate Art" and Nazi propaganda
- got further into Das Paradies am Rande der Stadt, and I have to quote a little for you.
There were only a few things that Kloss hated more than waking up. Seeing a Hitler mustache first thing on waking was among these few things.
It's told in that sort of ironic tone, and it's got a very wry, sardonic cast to it. I'm enjoying it so far, though I'm only on page 33.
- looked at an apartment listing site in Berlin and found a super cute 1200 sqft maisonette in Prenzlauer Berg with a spiral staircase, only 950E/month warm.
- fell in love with the city again. I want to sit on the fountain at Alexanderplatz and close my eyes and feel the city. I want to go lean against the Mauer memorial at Bernauer Strasse, to sit in the Friedrichstrasse train station, to touch the Brandenburg Gate, and feel the city's soul. I want to find the in-between places in the city and join them.
The first time I came to Berlin was for 3 days in May 1997. I knew then that I'd go back. I feel at home here. I wish it were practical to consider moving, but there's the house, the cats, the boy, the other boy, my friends, my family... hell, my job. I have no idea what it would take to become a pharmacist here, other than the TestDaF (probably) and a lot of medical German, plus the German pharmacy laws and drugs... most likely a year-long internship or something, because my degree wouldn't transfer, nor would my licensure, since the rules are fairly different. The only info I've ever been able to find regards transfer of degrees from EU countries, though buried in the legalese toward the end is something about a test of equality for non-EU degrees.
Aside from that, I really don't want to work full time as anything other than a writer, and I'd probably fail a licensure exam if I took one today.
I love this city.
