It was a bummer I could not go back to Australia for a visit in Christmas. Luckily my friend Robert from East Berlin saved me with an invite. East Berliners are called Ossies (from German for East: Ost), so I felt right at home.
Some of the best people I have met for a good while, and also the most culturally close I have ever seen to the people in the old South Sydney area.
The people I stayed with were very proud of their area, but noticed it was losing its character to people moving in who had a habit of driving BMs, painting the outside of things lemon, and filling the inside of the apartments with ikea!
Remind any of my Sydney friends of anywhere???
Yes, they called them materialist yuppie wankers too! Used more words and sounded a bit more educated and erudite, but translated into Strine that is what they were saying. I felt right at home!
Reunification! I went to a party where of the 50 people there (all German except for me, and all around my age) there were only two born in the West. The concensus seemed to be that it was good the old East German government ended, just such a pity that East Germany then had to unite with West Germany!
Most importantly however, damn good party!
The police came at about 3am and asked Yenz whose birthday it was to turn the music down.
Polizai: "We can do this the easy way or the hard way"
Yenz: "Ok... lets do it the hard way then"
The highlight of the trip, however, was definately the "day of sausages" I ended up having by accident one day. Sausage for every meal that day, crowned with the glory of Berlin: Hagen`s blood sausages! Excellent!!!
