When you live in East Germany one of the best moments to experience is when you leave for some holidays outside of its borders. For some unknown reason I saw this by many of my co-workers getting back and/or before their own holidays. More than once. Could it be remorse of leaving "Das Vaterland" who cause those surgical strikes on the calendar? It would be interesting to check on that.
The opposite and sometimes complementary part is the sudden I'm back and ill occurring so many times. This time it happened to me. I could blame it on depression, as after a wonderful time in Sweden with family and friends I got used again of being with interactive smiling humans and "natural" behaviour all the way. All seems, and is, so damn natural and normal that the Erfurt sadness and brutal manners are no more the common way of acting. When I was changing trains in Leipzig last Tuesday, I was pushed aside by some guy who was so rushed he even forgot to ask for free passage or even let me know that he wanted to pass me quicker than I was going. I almost instinctively tackled him with my foot. I was cursing him in all the languages I speak. Too bad I didn't send him to the floor. I'm sure he would have talked then.
No, I am not depressed of being back here, even if I could have reasons to. The usual bad weather will just make me curse again the long German Winter but no more as usual. Nor the people because there is still a lot of good persons around here.
I'm Ill. That's why this time it's hard to be back here. But I'll only have a couple of days more to be here. Then it will be moving out again, can't wait for next week, for another holiday in the normal Germany: Bayern!
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