Warning: this post contains purely grammatical disquisitions that we can cause intestinal obstruction to a corpse and that, therefore, could make you regret the good old school.
As I have stated, the Germans seem to be constantly invaded by Germanes and therefore it is necessary to the learning of Germany, their native language. Let's face it: at first glance may seem like a fucked up language. Then, slowly, when you start to study it seriously, you attend class, you begin to utter a few words, you fully understand the Badassery of that idiom. If Latin has prematurely left this world because of its complexity and its variations, I can not explain how Germany is able to survive. Here we accept everything and more: verbs, adjectives, articles, pronouns. In certain cases (nominative, accusative, genitive, dative) the verb, adjective, article or pronoun undergoes a change minimal, but that is enough to send you into total confusion. Not only that, there are an infinite number of particles that are attached to the verb's meaning and change within the sentences a bit 'more complex move to right and left without any restraint or respect for anyone. For example? The verb "machen" (to do). Beautiful, I like it. But if I add "zu" (zumachen), I became "close", if we put a bell '"auf" (aufmachen) means "open" and a wonderful "aus" (ausmachen) becomes "off." Moreover, these particles can be placed or attached to the verb at the end of the sentence, obviously changing the meaning of the verb itself! But it is not over yet, is also used to say open "öffnen" and close using the good old "schließen", not we run the risk of confusion, no? Sounds terribly complicated? Wait until you read the rest.
There are four letters in the good old Germanic language goes all proud, a bit 'like the English ñ is proud of her: "ö" is pronounced as in our Varese, a beautiful "or" closed. "ä" is pronounced "is" "ü" the usual Varese with the "u" closed and narrow "ß" is a simple double "s", the Swiss, from the top of their minds they thought to eliminate unnecessary and character I'm writing two times the "s". This makes the enormously angry Germanes without any delay claiming that because of this, to understand a German-speaking Swiss need subtitles in-real. Despite the literal and phonetic similarities with the best dialect lumbaart do not try to say that in summer you Kalt, because you all look bad. Here more than a bit 'of Kalt you can have in winter, when days are short, the average is around ten minutes and you have to climb the ice fall and kill l’orso polare per rientrare in casa dalla finestra, a stento raggiungibile nonostante i quattro metri di neve.
Ma in fondo il tedesco è facile. La prima regola che ti insegnano è che il verbo è al secondo posto nella frase, sempre e comunque. A parte nelle domande, che è sempre per primo, a meno che non sia una w-frage, perché allora è sempre secondo o a meno che il tempo non sia composto, perché in questo caso va spezzato in due, l’ausiliare (o il modale) secondo e il resto alla fine; certo se ci fosse una frase subordinata, che non rispetta affatto questa facilissima regola di posizionamento verbale, il verbo della frase subordinata, appunto, va messo alla fine, anche se è composto, credo... Chiaro e limpido, vero? Poi ci sono i pronomi tutti declinabili, il pronome relativo che è fatto dall’articolo stesso, dei fantomatici pronomi definitivi che mi fanno un po’ paura, uno strano complemento oggetto che a causa delle preposizioni si fotte gli altri complementi rendendo necessaria la declinazione, un bellissimo articolo negativo (kein/e), sei verbi modali e, last but not least, il fenomeno dell’agglutinamento (o agglutinazione?) delle parole!
Il Germanico è una lingua agglutinante, non vuole necessariamente dire che contenga glutine, bensì che parole diverse si uniscono a formare tante nuove parole dalla lunghezza allarmante. Esempietto facile-facile: “Fahrkartenschalterhalle” that is a bit 'to mean hall-where-you-are-the-door-to-do-i-tickets. But what is ahead in German? Advice? Never use the word "obvious" in German: selbstverständlich, which misses a cock with clumping, but use a word so fucked up to say a huge cock is beyond any reasoning. I do not ever be using.
There is a possibility you have to ask what time it is. Well, in Germany the right words to use are "Wie spät ist es?" Unfortunate that translated literally want to say "How late is it?". To me that's okay Stakhanovism German, but this is pure historical pessimism of their ruling class, basking nell'autocompiacimento into believing that the subject is always late, yelling could do with Hitler, their favorite phrase: "Schnell, Scheisse ... Schnell !!!".
If anyone were to ask me how late it is done, I pledge to respond with something like "I do not know, but it is not late ..." The numbers
Germans behave so strange. Quiet, again applies the metric system and all good Germanes knows how to count to 10 using fingers and those using up to 20 feet, a good order of magnitude more compared to the Italians know that without a calculator to count up to one, but only because we reason with the pea. Children do not play here, however, to one, two, three - star, but at eins, zwei, drei - Polizei, perquotendo the victim that does not stop in time with wooden batons fleshy engraved with a swastika. But back to the numbers, if up to 20, for better or worse, we learned that each language follows an anarchy of his own (including Italian and German) here we are faced with the apotheosis of nonsense. Even in this case is the natural order of things to be changed. You have to say "twenty"? Get ready to say, one-and-twenty, all attached: einundzwanzig. The climax is reached at 555 which reads fünfhundertfünfundfünfzig. An overdose of "u" that condemn straight to eternal damnation the most pious of the neo-Latin linguists.
Last but not least, if you happen to end up in Cruccolandia keep in mind the three most important phrases for beginners: 1 waste Ich kein Deutsch. (Literal translation: "I speak no German") 2_ verstehende Ich nicht. (Literal translation: "I do not understand") 3_ Busen sind Deine Riesige. Mochtest du ficken? (Literal translation: "Your boobs are huge. Would you like a fuck?") Unfortunately they were also the only well-recorded phrases in mind idol Giovanni Trapattoni, who during his adventure in Germany with Bayern-scandal ended his interview with a fantastic "I am finished" (Ich habe fertig) rather than saying "I'm through, becoming a cult for young Germans, and also for Gialappa's.
PS I have tried all ways to find anywhere the famous "Ipse Dixit" Mai Dire Gol did that in '98, just the press conference Trap in Monaco, but my search did not match any result. Possible that in that vast sea of \u200b\u200binformation that is the World Wide Web, this piece of football history is gone irretrievably lost?
"Italy is a country in which there is a 'fascism lite' I do not like at all. Italy is a nightmare from which I hope the Italians wake up soon. Italy is the country I love. "
'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. "
