Thursday, March 16, 2017

The Subtle Differences

That is, of course, if subtle is like a brick to the face.

(This list will be ongoing and frequently updated as I find new weirdness.)

1. Groceries:


Flour: In the US, you can buy things like, "All-Purpose Flour," "Semolina Flour," "Bread Flour," "Unbleached Flour," and so on and so forth ad infinitum. The purpose of the flour you buy is usually right on the front of the bag! Imagine my dismay when I arrive in Germany, need to stock my pantry with some flour, and all I can find is, "Weisenmehl Type 405," "Dinkelmehl," "Weisenmehl Type 1105," etc.

I did some research about this. The article "German Flours" did a pretty damn good job of explaining how the types correspond to the ash content of the flour.  If, like me, you are stuck in your American ways and don't really care about ash content, all you need to know is that "All-Purpose Flour" is essentially just "Weisenmehl Type 405" in Germany. You're welcome. (I haven't really explored Dinkelmehl yet. It's from a completely different grain, so...yeah.)

Baking Soda: So, in German, Baking Powder, is called Back Pulver. Easy enough. What isn't easy is that Baking SODA isn't called Back-anything. In fact, it is referred to as "Natron." Also, instead of coming in tubs or Arm & Hammer boxes like it does in the States, it instead comes in weird little paper-ish packages all shrink-wrapped together into a bundle. Useless.

Eggs: Do NOT look in any refrigerated aisle for these. You will not find them. They're usually right out there with the potatoes (Kartoffeln) and onions (Zwiebeln).

**A friend also told me that there is a scale for how "hipster" eggs are. "0" at the beginning of the number stamped on the egg = Super Hipster. These chickies were fed all organic food and lived a free-range life. "1" means your chicky egg-layer was probably free-range, but fed some crazy hormones or something; these are intended for the poor hipsters. "2," a.k.a. the only eggs I can afford to buy, are non-hipster eggs; these are your full-on hormone-fed, caged up chickies.

Cheese: The only one that will be familiar to you is Swiss cheese. Where the f*** is the cheddah and mozzi?! (You can eventually find them, but they aren't obvious like they are in NY grocery stores.)

Peanut Butter: This applies to sweet things of any kind: candies, chocolates, peanut butter, maple syrup, honey, etc. IT IS EXPENSIVE!!! Imagine what you spend on the small-size Skippy Super Chunk in grocery stores in the US. Now charge the same price for an off-brand of half the size. That's how indulgences are treated in Germany. The only exception is Nutella. That's a GIANT jar for half the cost it would be in the US.

General: YOU CANNOT BUY OVER-THE-COUNTER DRUGS AT THE GROCERY STORES. This is very important. You can only get drugs at an Apothecary (Apotheke) here. Grocers can't legally sell them, and convenience stores don't exist.

Furthermore, literally everything is closed on Sunday's. So if you're hemorrhaging from a paper cut on a Sunday, you'll have to pray to the god everyone is visiting that day that you have a "Plaster," or you'll find yourself in the ER for a wee tiny boo-boo.

Wine and Beer: Cheaper than juice. I'm not lying. This applies to purchase in grocery stores, gas stations, restaurants, you name it (and they all sell the same relatively good-quality stuff)!. A .5L of wine will run you about 3,50 at a restaurant, whereas that much will only get you .3L of juice (saft).

2. Living Arrangements: 


Unfurnished apartments in Germany are unfurnished to the point that they do not come with kitchens installed. Most people travel with their cabinets and appliances. That probably explains why Germans are so reluctant to move for any reason.

Furnished apartments (at least in our experience) come SO well stocked that you won't need to buy soap or Q-Tips for the first 1/4 year at least.

I learned this from my boyfriend's mother, but apparently watching TV is VERY different here (not that I would know). You never just walk into someone's house, even if they are family, and start watching TV, with or without them. I have no idea why, but it's just something that's not done here. How on Earth do they do Game of Thrones viewing parties here?

Freezers = VERY SMALL.

Espresso machines = VERY LARGE.

Windows open in two directions; they open on the horizontal plane (from the top, into the room) if you only want to let in a little bit of air. They open on the vertical plane (from the center, out into the room, like French doors) when you want to let all that sun-shiney gloriousness into your house.

Window screens are apparently unheard of. At least, I've never seen one.

HOWEVER, most windows have bomb shutters. That's right, all you zombie-apocalypse-prepping geeks out there: BOMB SHUTTERS. Germany really has had trouble letting go of a lot of its war-time memories.

My father has an obsession with the doors here because they have an extra lip that goes over the door frame to prevent drafts. Honestly, all but one of our doors stay open pretty much all the time, so I haven't noticed.

3. Lifestyle: 

High-speed internet? As if. If you think T-Mobile is bad, just wait until you move to Germany.

People stare for no apparent reason. I wouldn't even mention this, except I'm not the first person to notice the phenomenon.

Everyone does their grocery shopping on a more-or-less daily basis. None of those, "waiting until the end of the month when you're left making freezer fries and mayo sandwiches" end-of-month shopping sprees. This is also how they get away with the tiny freezers. If you have nothing to store, why save space for it.

Wurst-salat is absolutely not what you think it is. If you're anything like me, you imagine a green salad with some kind of cooked sausage sliced on top, likely with some kind of savory dressing and some cheese. NOPE. Wurst salat is LITERALLY shredded bits of sausage and sometimes cabbage to create a weird, cold, meat salad.

Kids can go home for lunch-hour and study halls. I don't know, but Holy Trinity High School would flip a shit if you crossed the street for a donut for lunch, so this came as a bit of a surprise to me. Kids here are pretty much just tiny adults (which explains why none of them smile). They handle getting to and from school and all of the hours in-between. They order their own food in cafes and bistros. They smoke weed (at least some of them do, I've seen it), and they are generally pretty self-sufficient. The benefit seems to be that school lets out pretty early.

Very few people smile, and even fewer have that USA warmth! It takes getting used to (read: I'm definitely still not used to this).

TRAFFIC CIRCLES LITERALLY EVERYWHERE. They replace intersections here. The benefit is that Germans seem far better equipped to handle them than any driver in the US.
Furthermore, Germans always stop for pedestrians in crosswalks. It's delightful.

4. Entertainment: 

This is the land of the marching band! Every holiday there seems to be a parade of marching bands. Most recently, I attended the Lörrach, Weil am Rhein, AND Basel (Switzerland) Fasnacht celebrations (which are essentially Mardi Gras parades), and while I was wandering around Basel on the feast day of San Giuseppe, there were even more parades! While all parades seem to include marching bands, 4/4 so far have also included people throwing candy at you, so this is pretty much a win/win.

Movies (like the ones at regular cinemas) have intermissions. Most intermissions are 10 minutes, which is great for taking that mid-movie piss or grabbing an ice cream. Special movie events (so far I've attended the National Theater of London's screenings of Amadeus (Freiburg), and Hedda Gabler (Basel), have 20 minute intermissions, occasionally filled with background information about that particular production. (These experiences are an AMAZING way to see quality live performances for the price of a movie ticket. Hedda Gabler even came with a glass of champagne.)






In the Beginning


Well, it's hard to be truthful about "In the beginning," because really I find life is just a series of numerous beginnings. But, this is the beginning of this blog and the beginning of I'm not sure what else.

I moved into a new apartment ("new" is read: "very 1960s, but I have never lived here before") on 4 Januar 2017 (that's how the locals would write it). So now I'm in Germany trying to be German and I'm finding that it comes with a slew of struggles, lessons, and surprises that I had never previously imagined. On this new blog, I hope to talk about some of my experiences. It might help some people. Mostly, I think it will help me, but you're welcome to tag along for the ride!

Obviously, I have been here for going on three months now, so some of my experiences are not-so-new. I'll try to talk about those in flashback posts. Not today. Today is dedicated to newness and beginnings, so let's talk projects:


My primary function these days is to find employment. Easy, right? I'm a model employee; I work way too hard for way too little money, and the slightest improvement in my situation will earn you my undying loyalty. Apparently that's not what Germans or Swiss want. Okay, so now what? I've tried applying to entry-level jobs: not qualified (most entry-level jobs here require 5 years or more of experience in fields that are definitely not mine). No one trains on-site. You have to have taken care of that somewhere-else-but-don't-ask-us. So then I said to myself, Self, everyone is always saying you have to manifest your dreams, so start sending out into the world that you want a job making 90,000 Euro a year or more! So I bolstered my CV and sent it to jobs WAY out of my reach. Naturally, nada.

So now I'm backing off. I'm putting myself honestly, sincerely, but FIRMLY out there in the world. I started by really focusing on the "next step" and less on the "big picture." Big pictures are great motivators, but if that's all you ever focus on, you'll only ever be disappointed because you forget all of the tiny steps that lead up to it. I started by contesting a grade I was given on a homework assignment I completed for my TEFL certification class. It wasn't a bad grade (91), but my professor left remarks that I felt were unjustified, so I e-mailed her and told her so. Even if my grade doesn't change, this was a new beginning for me; I never stand up for what I feel I'm worth, and now I did. That wasn't so bad!

Next, I danced in the public square outside of the major train station near where I teach Zoanee classes to try to drum up some students. Ignoring the fact that this idea was poorly conceived, I figured that if I want packed classes, I have to do whatever I can to pack those classes and I did it. Another new beginning: going after what I want, not what someone else wants for me.

I've also been working very part-time (shhhh, under the table), for a lovely fellow in need of help with organizing. While I was there, he kept complaining about his assistant at his company. Now, I've seen all his paperwork and personal effects and I know what he's worth financially (and the sad salary I'll be making this year if I'm not diligent). I also know what my skills are worth and how pleased he is with me. I put myself out there; I said, "Well, if your assistant needs help, I'm available for hire." He didn't comment. But it felt great to make it known that I can be useful, and that I believe I am worth a job at least.

Today, I'll be getting dressed up (which for me means brushing my hair and getting out of leggings), and going to a local language school to PERSONALLY give them my CV. It helps to have a face with the name, right?



It might not be much, but I'm doing everything I can to manifest a new beginning in a new country under completely new conditions and circumstances. It's not my big picture. But my big picture is about 25 steps away. So I have to work carefully on remodeling my views of my self-worth in order to take a confident, secure Step 1.

If you're still reading, thank you! Wish me luck. I wish the same for you. If you want more content, I imagine this will morph and change and grow as I do. Join me!

Love and adventure, 

Veronica

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