Tag Archives: Germany

Sans frontières

“The more primitive a man is, the better he believes himself to be…Doubt and tolerance are the characteristics of civilised man.”
— Marill to Kern, in Prague

East Berlin

In January, 1984, one of the few places you could cross into East Berlin was at the Friedrichstrasse station, a transfer point for the U– and S-bahn, subway and tram. There you went through East German passport control, had your passport stamped, were several times informed that you could only stay for twenty-four hours, and last, but most important to the government of the ironically named German Democratic Republic, the required currency conversion from a Western currency (dollars, francs, lira, etc.) to the Mark der DDR; since I travelled with West German Marks, I converted those. The coins of East Germany felt so cheap that I could easily snap a coin in half. Continue Reading

Train Travels

Train Travels

I’m taking fewer pictures these days, and the fault, in part, is Annie’s new LG phone. While her phone camera has almost no controls compared to my bulky digital SLR, it takes pretty good pictures, especially in low light, and now I’m rethinking my whole photography kit. I’d like to get the Leicia M3 or Fujifilm X100, both are… Continue Reading

Hivernale 2014

Hivernale 2014

The last day of the year and the last day of the month are also the last day of La Garde’s Hivernale. Hiver is French for winter, and I assume the ‘nale’ is appended in the same manner as another, better know celebration – Carnival, without the trailing ‘e’. The Hivernale is the winter festival here, and for the… Continue Reading

The real football

This is about  the other game, the one that does not have a 100% injury rate and leaves a considerable portion of its players with lifelong, debilitating injuries, or otherwise forces players to retire early because of concussions. In my days of watching football, both Steve Young of the San Francisco 49ers and Troy Aikman Continue Reading

Road Trip 2013

Road Trip 2013

Back Then Growing up my family’s vacations were not road trips with multiple destinations, but instead simply a drive to one place, where we remained for the entire time. From Alexandria we usually drove three hours east to the Atlantic beaches of Delaware, where my parents had rented a house for a week in Rehobeth… Continue Reading

Ich bin Berliner

The title of this post is the proper way to say it. When JFK said “Ich bin ein Berliner” he said “I am a jelly doughnut”.  These details are important. Be careful when you use the indefinite article in German, especially if you are from Frankfurt or Hamburg. In proper French fashion we went someplace… Continue Reading