's already been three months since I left Italy, half of my Probezeit has already arrived and with it have vanished also the first twelve weeks of German. Only three months, but I already spent a life when I was working Finmeccanica, when summer was starting, when I did not know a word of Germanes. Well Summer is beautiful here and gone, Finmeccanica is only a memory, and German is difficult to understand, a bit 'not to speak (without great pretensions to grammatical correctness, if you have a good vocabulary).
The school to which I am writing on paper is good, is not the Goethe Institut, sin which only has two flaws: the secretaries when they talk it seems that you take the piss (exact words of a fellow Bergamo) and the level teaching is linked (at least nell'Abendkurse, evening course) to the skill and desire to do the teacher. To le prime sei settimane il mio insegnante norvegese sapeva fare il suo mestiere, ma la restante metà del corso è stata pessima. L'insegnante era una quarantenne frustrata che basava le sue lezioni sulle fotocopie di un libro degli anni '60, parlava da sola, iniziava dopo e finiva prima dell'orario pattuito. Insomma una copia un po' più femminile del mio insegnante di Inglese delle superiori (quella vecchia spugna di Barozzi, per chi se lo ricorda).
Così, usando come uniche armi la buona volontà, la mia ricevuta di pagamento ed il mio buon senso l'ho fatta cacciare, minacciando di non pagare per altre dodici settimane anche se non sapevo ancora se il mio capo mi avrebbe pagato il corso, in barba agli obblighi contrattuali.
Actually it has a little crooked nose, but I can never tell if their noses for a particular reason or always distorts whatever. In three months I will have some answers.
Meanwhile they have already partially entered the habits and customs (this does not mean that you will see me dressed up in traditional costumes, with red suspenders, white shirt and green shorts). Using a bicycle to move over short distances (for those long is the S-Bahn) a few days I use to go to work and even for shopping. It is a kind of training, will report in November because my beloved Golf in Italy. One more reason to leave it in the warm Italian soil for the whole next year is that last week I kindly left on foot with the battery ground.
The bike still comes in handy for moving here in the plains, stiffness in Terga separately. To make matters worse a few hundred meters from my home to unravel the miles of cycle paths, the most famous elle which built on what remains of the old pavement of the wall (called Berliner Mauerweg) in the south of the capital that stretches over fifty kilometers. Throughout the vast region around Berlin, there are bike paths that can take you anywhere, plowing prairies of immense fields of barley, wheat, maize.
Berlin is still a green city. Right in the middle, facing the Brandenburg Gate is Tiergarten, a kind of Central Park in New York. There apparently is very similar. people jogging every morning, walk dogs, it takes a walk, there are those who take the afternoon sun and evening we organize concerts. It is in front of the Tiergarten (and two hundred thousand people) that Obama made his speech during the election campaign of 2008.
Another city park, as I mentioned in past posts, is the Mauerpark. I've redone a ride in the hottest day of summer in Berlin, where they have touched thirty degrees, so to document a bit 'because Germanes are enthusiastic about the karaoke. Noted by the wings of the crowd.
There are people who, thanks to us Mauerpark bell. In addition to organizing the karaoke guy (who not only do you pay, but if you go to sing also offers a bottle of beer), there are so many people with the "returnable" manage to get to the end of the month . These people (mostly elderly) are grabbing all the bottles left on the ground or thrown in the bins by those who frequent the park. Here in Germany an empty bottle is paid 8 cents di euro ed a giudicare da quante ne ha prese il signore in questa foto, forse non ti fanno diventare miliardario, però ti aiutano a mettere qualcosa sotto i denti.
A proposito di cibo: sono migliorato parecchio a cucinare. Pensavo già prima di essere al di sopra della media maschile italiana nell’arte culinaria, ma ora sono paragonabile alla media femminile (ho detto paragonabile, non fraintendiamo).
Sono diventato bravissimo a fare le torte. Grazie alle ricette segrete datemi da mia madre ed un forno a microonde (un must per un uomo single) i nove chili che ho perso il primo mese saranno già per metà recuperati.
Certo, all'inizio non sono mica tutte roses and flowers, the results were very encouraging, because I never turned on a microwave in my life.
But the scientific method invented by Galileo can be applied also in the kitchen and so, after countless failed attempts I managed to make three cakes to offer to my colleagues for my birthday.
The head was so enthusiastic that he told me that to make the engineer are wasted and that maybe I would agree to change jobs. Taking into account that are currently being tested does not sound very good.
What usually eats a single man Italian in Berlin that?
Breakfast is light, a slice of cake and a cup of coffee (mocha strictly). At noon, a sandwich-looking face (picture) in which various cheeses and typically German bratwurst.
the evening, typically meat and side dish beans, peas, carrots, potatoes with onion sauce and a little garlic. The only pasta on the weekend because it's too long to cook.
next step? The risotto, mashed potatoes, polenta (without copper pot though) and some delicacy in meat, say, duck in orange for example. So, if I could by deception to invite a girl to dinner at my house, you can never say that "In the midst of a romantic dinner, she ran like hell because he has offered a Simmenthal.
To stay within the cooking I made the serious mistake to accept food from strangers. Well actually I've accepted by the owner, but the result remains that it was a mistake.
Why? Why I agreed hands down a repulsive Möhrensuppe (carrot soup) from the yellowish color that my hostess kitchen at least twice a week in big pots and which fills the belly.
Aside from the color, which made me understand what he meant by that chunk of "The Goonies" to "I made a bottle vomiting that seemed true, and the smell, I went to the desire to taste with a fork when I examined the contents with a high content of garlic cloves in whole seeds.
Needless to say, finally the fact that ... Möhrensuppe
Each week the lady comes up with the soup in question and every week I do go to the sink. We can not tell me that sucks ... D 'On the other hand I hope that the huge number of pieces of garlic a day does not clog the drain.
However last week was able to trim two dishes: the usual stuff and yellowish green beans sautéed with chicken breast. These completely edible, and actually good! Sin has been able to put the icing on the cake giving him even two additional accessories: lemon squeezed and adds to the soup (according to her to make it good, but the result is not changed) and a pot of plain yogurt to add to beans!
The end that made the Möhrensuppe already know, green beans, instead, I ate them alone, and yogurt for dessert.
"You're a jerk."
"Why?"
"I do not know, but I like to tell you. "
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