10 Mai 2010; 20:03: On occasion I like to pretend I’m an old Egyptian slave and build pyramids. There isn’t much difference - they got whipped by young pharaohs, I get whipped by young Germans. I kid I kid. No whipping. Just the occasional “stupid!”
Challenge of the Day: Bread here is an intense ordeal. You don’t go into Grestedes or Stop ‘N Shop, go to the bread aisle and choose between wheat, white, or potato. No, you go to Dat Backhus and ask for specific breads, some of which are only available certain days of the week because they have to be prepared on a Monday and baked on a Tuesday. If you’re not sure of what type you’d like, the generic “graues Brot” (grey bread) may suffice. In my case it only barely sufficed. Cue me stumbling over my prepared German dialogue attempting to properly answer the questions being fired my way. If it’s not obvious that I’m foreign, it’s very obvious that my IQ is ranging in the handicapped sector.
German Word of the Day: Biber - beaver, because I’m currently not watching a programme about beavers on German TV.
