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Went down under for New Years. You know, as one does every now and then... Clearly with a Hidden Agenda to find some good stories. Found out a lot of the funny kangaroo-peoples. But what kept me in constant laughter were the signs for pedestrian crossings. I concluded they don't do knees in Australia. Knees are just SO Old World.
When you ski in Germany, the signs tell you "VERBOTEN hier zu skilaufen. VERBOTEN". Very direct. Very very direct, intending to scare I think. Well, I get scared anyway. I wonder what it would be like to ski if England had any sorts of ski-slopes (apart from the plastic indoor ones in Milton Keynes)? "Would you please not venture down this way since there might be some inconveniences involved. Many thanks in advance".
Oh, come on now sweet German superman. Get your act together and houl your ass over here soon. No, not that I CARE about you or think that you are Zuper-Sexy or handsome, or sweet or that I have everything in common with you. Not at all. I need this for my mixing-culture-project. So, get that ticket booked JETZT!
...not really. Depends on what you compare it with. I found myself in a somewhat awkward situation last weekend. Me and Mr Germany were trotting around feeling healthy and exclusive in a fantastic SPA in the German Alps. Surrounded by snowy alps and modern architecture in an old fashioned castle, we were soaking in the outdoor warm pools, getting water massage in the jacuzzis and sipping herbal teas. I suggested we'd go to the saunas, but I felt my friend was a bit reluctant. So, I ventured on my own into the sauna areas where there was a great selection of saunas, "steamed", "Finnish" etc, all in a very clean and modern design with great windows over the mountains. Lovely. What was a bit less lovely though was the fact that the first thing i bumped into was a man in his sixties and his intimate parts! I panicked and ran out to ask my friend to ask where the ladies' area was. He raised an eyebrow and said it was mixed. And not only mixed, but naked mixed!!! Was is LOS? My friend nodded and said he wasn't all that German and did not enjoy showing his private parts to all the Spa-guests, so thankfully I didn't have to get forced into the German nudity culture.Thank god. I am still in shock.
Well I guess my entire life has some sort of reading worthiness in it. I believe I manage to get into all sorts of situations just by being me. And they are perhaps not a Hidden Agenda, but they sure come in handy when writing. How ego-centric is that! "My sheer presence in this world will create great stories". Haha, that is pure humour. But I suppose all goes hand-in-hand: I like excitement and challenges and the rest comes in naturally. Hidden or not. På återseende.
The second Hidden Agenda is obviously that I am actually living in jolly ol' England. Not that I ever thought that I would move to this rainy island with the sole purpose of getting great input to my writing, but I dare say it's not a bad side-effect. I will gladly provide you with a number of good stories of my life as a foreigner in this country, as I have collected few during my soon four years here. See you soon.
Ok, dating a German is an easy one, I know this. Very little else can beat the levels of amusement of getting involved in the German society. And I must say I like it. Not only the amusements but the Germans. If anyone would have told me three years ago, when I was skiing in Austria with my dear friends the Oracles from Chiswick, that I would date a German, I would NEVER have believed them. I loudly and cleary declared that Germans /ALL/ Germans were rude, uncultivated, rude, ugly, rude and styleless and... rude. How very "un-rude" of me to throw out this very prejudice comments. Mrs Oracle tried to outnumber my arguments with some "contra-viewpoints", that I, needless to say, more or less completely disregarded with a bored bah. So here I now sit with the "beard in the mailbox" as we would say in Swedish. I am now dating a German who is very cultivated, extremely handsome, the kindest in the world (possibly) and a real gentleman. Ok ok ok. But I can also admit my mistakes. I was WRONG. Taking it back. Apologizing. Bowing and curtesing. I am SORRY. So why is Dating a German so entertaining? Well, there is just something about the way the differences between England and Sweden and Germany are just so VAST but still so small. So, even though I must admit that I am very happy to date this gorgeous man, it is not a complete negative aspect that the man is German, since it gives me loads of input to my new blog. And that, is a really good Hidden Agenda. Auf Wiedersehen
