Epic journeys to self-discovery und so weiter.
Not knowing who you are can get a person really down. Sort of like how I was last week, if your brain is capable of remember rubbish that took place such a long while ago. Yes, it was a bit annoying to have everyone tell you who you are, but not having the slightest clue about it yourself. But I will not angst about that right now.
The important thing is, I found a solution to my problem. Muggles always seem to have these life-altering journeys into the unknown (or sort of known). Think Columbus, Ulyssus, Linus Torvalds... Of course, us wizards have also had our brave and mighty travellers. You all remember Willie the Scot, who travelled all the way to America and brought a Salem witch back as his wife. And you know, while that might not be as great of an accomplishment as discovering a new continent, but the important thing is that Willie made it back alive. And if you know anything about Salem witches, you'll know that taming one was probably more than enough work for just one man.
So, I went on a little epic journey of my own, to discover my true being, to be in peace with myself etc. And I actually felt just like Columbus must've felt, because, my friends, I indeed discovered a whole new world. And that world is not very far from our own little island.
I am very happy to announce: Ich bin ein Berliner!
It is all so clear to me now, what my purpose in this chaotic universe is. I need to take it as my profound mission to spread the wonders of the German culture around our school! I mean, really. What's not to love?
They have beer (only they spell it bier and say it with more enthusiasm than I have heard any Englishman say the word - Irish bloke, no, you don't count, you're drunk half the times you say it with great enthusiasm, anyway), they have sausages (WURST!) and they have this gorgeous language that is just music to my ears, especially when 50 year old men get together to do a very drunken duet of some old folk-song from Bayern.
I was drinking a pint in Köln, when all of the sudden, three of these old, fat geezers started taking their trousers off so they could switch into their lederhosen. At this point, they were a lot more into singing than taking their kit off, so I enjoyed their musical performance and left the pub. As I did so, quite a frightening, hairy bloke came to chat me up. I explained multiple times in all the one and three quarters languages I know that I didn't speak German, but the man just wouldn't take a hint.
It was then I discovered, that he was actually a girl!
It was like a country filled with Goyle's dream birds.
But I digress. The language, right. Beautiful, harsh syllables Spellotaped together to form long, stringy words with a million different s-sounds... But more on that later, now I really need to find out whether I'll be able to play Quidditch in meine Lederhosen.
Is it just me, or did that sound utterly ambigious? It could just be the German. In German everything sounds ambiguous.
The important thing is, I found a solution to my problem. Muggles always seem to have these life-altering journeys into the unknown (or sort of known). Think Columbus, Ulyssus, Linus Torvalds... Of course, us wizards have also had our brave and mighty travellers. You all remember Willie the Scot, who travelled all the way to America and brought a Salem witch back as his wife. And you know, while that might not be as great of an accomplishment as discovering a new continent, but the important thing is that Willie made it back alive. And if you know anything about Salem witches, you'll know that taming one was probably more than enough work for just one man.
So, I went on a little epic journey of my own, to discover my true being, to be in peace with myself etc. And I actually felt just like Columbus must've felt, because, my friends, I indeed discovered a whole new world. And that world is not very far from our own little island.
I am very happy to announce: Ich bin ein Berliner!
It is all so clear to me now, what my purpose in this chaotic universe is. I need to take it as my profound mission to spread the wonders of the German culture around our school! I mean, really. What's not to love?
They have beer (only they spell it bier and say it with more enthusiasm than I have heard any Englishman say the word - Irish bloke, no, you don't count, you're drunk half the times you say it with great enthusiasm, anyway), they have sausages (WURST!) and they have this gorgeous language that is just music to my ears, especially when 50 year old men get together to do a very drunken duet of some old folk-song from Bayern.
I was drinking a pint in Köln, when all of the sudden, three of these old, fat geezers started taking their trousers off so they could switch into their lederhosen. At this point, they were a lot more into singing than taking their kit off, so I enjoyed their musical performance and left the pub. As I did so, quite a frightening, hairy bloke came to chat me up. I explained multiple times in all the one and three quarters languages I know that I didn't speak German, but the man just wouldn't take a hint.
It was then I discovered, that he was actually a girl!
It was like a country filled with Goyle's dream birds.
But I digress. The language, right. Beautiful, harsh syllables Spellotaped together to form long, stringy words with a million different s-sounds... But more on that later, now I really need to find out whether I'll be able to play Quidditch in meine Lederhosen.
Is it just me, or did that sound utterly ambigious? It could just be the German. In German everything sounds ambiguous.