it’s not easy being deutsch ;)
I am still feeling a little shell-shocked by the World Cup. In the best possible way of course 😉 I have already publicly declared my support for die Mannschaft 🙂
But they were playing Messi! And, as expected, I had to remember not to hold my breath for 124ish minutes. As I’ve previously acknowledged, I was lured into (world) football by lust – and friendship. It was a way to connect, but I also loved the concept of a true world game and the potential that offered for connection between cultures.
So it’s been an unexpected journey since 2002 when a Canadian friend who had grown up in Iran first introduced me to the concept. It took a couple World Cups before that hmmm…interesting grew into anything further.
But now that I am a Whitecaps seasons’ ticket holder bringing along boys who will teach me the game, my first serious World Cup was a revelation. Because I now cared, I needed a team and my long, complicated history with the Deutsch meant they had to be my team. Luckily one of my friends was also supporting Germany so it provided an extra level of engagement. As I told Rodz, it would not have been the same without him. There is something magical about the fan experience.
My fascination and respect for the Germans has spanned decades and is more novella than blog post. Just a few highlights on the journey to die Mannschaft…
I grew up in the 80s when the Germans seemed to understand economics so much better than North America so I was soft on them at a young age 🙂 Then my arrival in Deutschland happened to coincide with the Berlin Wall falling…
People, Germans CAN get emotional 😉 And that is how I met them. One of my young memories was wishing I could speak German! Because I was missing out on the whole story.
The beginning also of my love affair with the Dutch. That is how I met some now middle aged guy named Jurgen I would love to connect with as he is the most incredible memory for me of November 1989. Because, of course, the Dutch speak so many languages – and he had skipped school to come to Berlin – and tried to negotiate with the dudes sporting guns on the top of the wall to pose with the stuffed bear I was carrying around Europe as a mascot…
That experience played a big part in me falling in love with a German guy years later…
And so it goes… and how I learned it’s not so easy being German (another subject worthy of a novella)… I look like I am… and was happy to fly the flag.
They represented many of the things I love about the Deutsch. They played as a team. They had a plan and stayed focused. They looked for opportunities and then brought their special sauce to capitalize.
I can’t quite believe the team I picked for my first World Cup has won 🙂 Vielen dank!!! It is not easy watching soccer in Vancouver. Very few people care. It was hard to just go home after such a historic victory so I thought I would try for a celebratory beer at a bar sporting a German flag (we had watched it at the Commodore courtesy of the White Caps).
It ended up being a perfect ending. Wearing a jersey and having a German flag sticking out of your purse will help you connect 🙂 So, ended the wonderful day connecting with some German tourists. They taught me a new word – Weltmeister.
So true…Messi tried… Schweinsteiger manned up big time… and a couple of substitutes won the World Cup…
Götze – you make me inspired to perfect the “o” umlaut – the hardest thing for an English speaker to say properly. Handing off from Klose… wow! And Schürrle deserves a lot of love (a game of umlauts apparently 😉 … and Neuer – mein Gott!
But everyone played a part… it was a team victory over the entire tournament. Face it – Germany has its shit together 🙂
Why it is not a generally beloved country… but go meet some Germans. I have met a lot and, almost uniformly, they are amazing people with a dark, wicked sense of humour. What are you gonna do when most people think you are a Nazi? 😉
Ich liebe Deutschland – not just today 😉 And Müller… also mein Gott! But it couldn’t have been done without Lahm, özil, Podolski, Hummels, Khedira, Kroos, Boeateng…
I will need a new jersey for 2018 😉 But I will paint an extra star on this one as proof I believed from the beginning 😉






kids on a rope :)
There is a short list now of places that I absolutely MUST see and it’s one of those wonderfully pleasant dilemmas each year deciding which destination (maybe two if times are flush) will be knocked off the list.
I have had some wonderful adventures by visiting a place at a special moment in its history so I decided to finally see the fjords since 2014 would be Norway’s 200th anniversary. And I would start in Oslo on May 17th to see the National Day up close and personal.
It’s definitely a worthwhile endeavour. I think I saw every school child in Norway! But it may have just been all the children in Oslo.
That is the focus of the day. There is a children’s parade to the palace where they are greeted by the king and queen of Norway. I think I saw them waving on the balcony but I was just floating with the experience so I am sure better preparation would have allowed a closer royal sighting. But I think monarchies in the 21st century are dumb so…
following the locals 🙂
I was excited to manage to score a good spot for the parade despite not even being clear on where the parade route was. The hotel staff were vague (I gather no one bothers unless they know kids in the parade). The tradition is to dress up in traditional costumes so I just followed a group looking as though they had stepped from 19th century Norway out of the hotel until I saw a big crowd, where I parted company with the people in fancy dress in case they were going somewhere the bouncers were checking for embroidery instead of designer threads.
I managed to get a great view of the parade and sported the sunburn for a couple of days to prove it. (Do recommend a hat if you watch the parade!) It goes on for a long time. I can understand Norwegians shunning it after a few years. But there are lots of small children. While not every child is in traditional
wave that flag!
dress, almost everyone looks festive.
It’s a very cool experience as children are inherently entertaining. But what is also really heartwarming about 21st century Oslo is the inclusiveness of the society.
Sunday is the day to go to the National Gallery. It’s free! Free and Norway are not concepts you normally put together … but on Sunday you can see The Scream, antique furniture and thought provoking modern art all for free!
Combined with the parade, it offered some insight into Norwegian culture (the history is still a bit murky – plan is to clear that upon my return to Oslo). One of the museums proclaimed Norway the “peace nation”. And this is where you can score a Nobel Peace Prize.
I love nations with a smart agenda. I had envisioned Norway as one of those countries that was beyond post-modern – a country of the future. It has not disappointed. The museums were interesting and provocative (a big emphasis on human rights and free speech) but what was most gratifying to see was the diversity of children included in the National Day parade.
The whole world was represented. Not only different skin tones but different facial features. Some wore traditional Norwegian dress, which really warmed my heart. I think immigration is a total force for good. But, if you change countries, you should be madly in love with a foreign national or madly in love with what that foreign country represents. Some countries posit better concepts than others. If you like your own culture, stay put. Immigration works when people come to a new place for the right reasons.
I haven’t met enough people yet to have a solid prognosis on 21st century Norway. But I have never seen such a variety of foreign faces in a European country. And everyone was included – a handicap did not exclude you. You just had someone pushing your wheelchair.
a rope of the world 🙂
The small children were attached to a rope to deter wandering. But the diversity of the rope gave one hope for the 21st century. As does the fresh air. Go Norway! I think there is much the rest of the world can learn from these reformed Vikings 😉
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