I asked all my colleagues how the celebrate 3 Oktober, and I heard
"I don't celebrate it."
"I sleep"
"The foreigners go to the Brandenburg Gate...you really shouldn't though."
and "I'm going to mow my lawn"
But I did choose to go, see what was shaking. Turns out the big festivities are in Hamburg this year, so all there was here was a street festival, which was actually rather good since I forgot to bring along my camera again. After searching the tubal-interwebs, however, I found some equivalents of the pictures I would have taken. BUT BACK TO THE FESTIVAL: It was...not really specific to 3 Oktober. There was currywurst a plenty, pretzels, baked almond stands, everything you'd see
Christmas market - the cuteness.
I'll take pictures at XMas I promise.
I had a piece of Hungarian fry bread and a cup of GERMAN coffee, which is unmistakable from the taste, and wandered amongst the crowd of non-berlin accents and other languages. The funniest part of the whole affair was that the victory column wasn't visible from the Brandenburg gate. Why? Because a kitschy Ferris wheel was RIGHT in the line of site! So I arguably saw the golden angel...maybe.
Not today, folks!
At the gate there was a stage, but when I asked around it turns out that a bunch of artists were playing.
Let me tell you all a little about why I didn't stick around for the concerts: the music is of a genre we just don't get. The music is neither good nor bad, but it's not music that we understand. Most Germans I hang out with are aware of the genre but take no particular joy in it, it's just something very GERMAN. I'm not a cultural imperialist, but I just don't get it.
What am I doing instead? Writing, reading a bit, tidying up, going out for coffee. Philippe is coming tomorrow, and I have a birthday coming up, so I'm trying to do more things that I like. That means movies, coffee, music (casual consumption), hanging out.
An entry is also in the works about my week, sorry it took so long to get that out.
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