space oddity

If for nothing else, I can be pleased that Germany has a surprisingly large range of yoghurt flavors. Right now I am consuming a marzipan-flavored delight, earlier I had banana with mysterious bits of chocolate... there is rhubarb, apple-pear, pear-chocolate, 'wild orange'-nectarine, cheesecake... and it goes on.

Because this is one of my body's fortes, I managed to get sick in the absolute worst week possible. I am slogging through preparation for a presentation tomorrow and a term paper due Friday... and okay, I just stopped writing because one of my floormates came in to talk to me for twenty minutes about how Adidas is a German brand. Oh really, hmm, I thought it was American? Yes... but no, I believe it is German. Okay, the point to all of this is.... what, please tell me. The conversation took on new heights when I was accused of being a crash-dieter like the rest of the "womens" ("But I thought Americans were supposed to be strong!"). You start to question your sanity when every conversation you have either a) induces fits of laughter so intense its necessary to concentrate on the whitness of walls so as not to alienate every person you've ever met in this country, or b) makes your head explode. The latter is refering to conducting conversations with Germans while hyped up on cold meds.

Sometimes I throw my hands up in resignation and say aloud to myself that I do not understand people here. And oh, that has so many meanings.


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