Otherwise, since arriving in Germany on the 15th, I have been getting myself settled in. I have bought myself a toaster. A Bosch toaster. It was the last one they had, and so she gave me a 10% discount because it was the show Bosch toaster. I have also received notification from the state concerning the voting center where I will cast my ballot for the next chancellor of Germany. Well, everyone knows it will be Merkel again. Nonetheless, I think it will be fascinating to make my first contribution to democracy. And what better time to learn about a country than during elections? All the key issues will be addressed and you learn what kind of people are running the country. In addition, I can now officially donate organs with my official German organ donation passport that certifies my organs' validity and my intentions with them. Perhaps it should go on record that at the moment my kidneys feel quite well settled with their current neighbors; Daniel's lungs, Daniel's liver and Daniel's pancreas (I have the utmost respect for those who truly go so far as to donate their organs in the service of others).
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Last night before Freiburg
Tomorrow morning I will be on my way to the Goethe Institut in Freiburg. I like to regard this as the official beginning to my gap year as this will be the first program that I will do that I planned for the time I would otherwise be spending preparing for university. I am looking very forward to be part of a routine once again. A summer of being lazy has insulted my work ethic. I would never have expected myself to say this, but I can't wait to wake up early again! I just finished packing my new light weight four-wheeled Samsonite full with all my clothes.
Otherwise, since arriving in Germany on the 15th, I have been getting myself settled in. I have bought myself a toaster. A Bosch toaster. It was the last one they had, and so she gave me a 10% discount because it was the show Bosch toaster. I have also received notification from the state concerning the voting center where I will cast my ballot for the next chancellor of Germany. Well, everyone knows it will be Merkel again. Nonetheless, I think it will be fascinating to make my first contribution to democracy. And what better time to learn about a country than during elections? All the key issues will be addressed and you learn what kind of people are running the country. In addition, I can now officially donate organs with my official German organ donation passport that certifies my organs' validity and my intentions with them. Perhaps it should go on record that at the moment my kidneys feel quite well settled with their current neighbors; Daniel's lungs, Daniel's liver and Daniel's pancreas (I have the utmost respect for those who truly go so far as to donate their organs in the service of others).
Otherwise, since arriving in Germany on the 15th, I have been getting myself settled in. I have bought myself a toaster. A Bosch toaster. It was the last one they had, and so she gave me a 10% discount because it was the show Bosch toaster. I have also received notification from the state concerning the voting center where I will cast my ballot for the next chancellor of Germany. Well, everyone knows it will be Merkel again. Nonetheless, I think it will be fascinating to make my first contribution to democracy. And what better time to learn about a country than during elections? All the key issues will be addressed and you learn what kind of people are running the country. In addition, I can now officially donate organs with my official German organ donation passport that certifies my organs' validity and my intentions with them. Perhaps it should go on record that at the moment my kidneys feel quite well settled with their current neighbors; Daniel's lungs, Daniel's liver and Daniel's pancreas (I have the utmost respect for those who truly go so far as to donate their organs in the service of others).
Monday, July 29, 2013
Moving into the city
So the day after getting back from two weeks in Portugal, visiting old friends and enjoying the weather, half of our furniture is packed and ready to move into our new apartment in central Stockholm. I figured that this is the effectively the 7th time that I will be changing homes. Apparently the average American moves about 12 times during his/her life and I believe most of that takes place after graduating from high school. In fact, I will already be making my 8th move when I travel to Germany to live with my grandparents from the 15th of August. Although I will still be around family, I will be "moving out". These last weeks in Stockholm, before my Gap Year really begins, will be spent with family and friends. In Mainz, I will not know anyone besides family. I admit to being a bit nervous about it all. I was not able to get a job at McDonald's and I am currently waiting for a reply from Vapiano, as well as the hotel where my aunt works. However, before beginning work, I will be attending a three week German course in the southern city of Freiburg. Besides becoming more confident in German, this course will allow me more time to accustom myself to living in Germany while meeting people my age.
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| Doing Doughnuts with an old friend in Portugal |
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Roskilde - Afterwards
So I got back from Roskilde two days ago, dead tired, but welcomed by my family congratulating me to my 18th birthday. Party decoration adorned the walls and presents laid waiting on the kitchen table. I couldn't have imagined a more welcome reception to the real world from the veritable anarchy that was Roskilde.
In fact, Roskilde is where I actually celebrated my birthday which is on the 7th of July. I went over to the 7th during a Metallica concert at the Orange Stage which was incredible. Heavy Metal isn't my usual choice of music, however they could put on a fantastic show, incorporating spurting flames and fireworks. It was no doubt better than Rihanna the night before. Her performance seemed unauthentic and she had virtually no stage presence, whereas Metallica seemed more genuine and ironically, younger than the 25 year old Barbadian. Otherwise, I saw (among others) Baauer, Kendrick Lamar, Slipknot and Kraftwerk. Of these, I found Baauer to be one of my favorite because of the enthusiastic crowd and the addictive resonating bass that embodies trap. We we're also able to get hands on tickets to a Green Day concert on Copenhagen on the 2nd of July. They played on a huge stage set up next to what seemed to be an abandoned factory during a beautiful sunset that shone on the crowd. Being part of the jumping crowd singing along to 'Holiday' was simply amazing.
The festival itself was something out of this world. Simply arriving at the queue to our entrance was a sight to behold in its own right. Hundreds of eager festival goers were collected in front of the gates waiting with not only with their belongings and camping equipment, but the stacks and stacks of cases of beer as well as the enormous home made loudspeakers on wheels they brought with them. Most had already been waiting since the morning, if not the day before and were already drunk. Once the gates opened at 18:00 people stormed into the campsite in a hurried frenzy to secure a spot to set up camp for the next week. Because there were only four of us, were we able to find a spot inside a designated tent area in a relatively good, centrally located spot - our precise location was called L91.
The days would consist of drinking with others or walking around the enormous area and discover the incredible things people would be doing. For example, in the area known as Dream City, we walked passed the Waldo camp to find a talent show taking place. However, the talents that people were performing were in fact stripping naked, unfortunately, this was only being done by the men. One of the most impressive of these strips was done by a man who, as he was taking his clothes off and giving a lap dance to a girl, chugged a bottle of the Danish, "Fiske"; a sort of liquorice vodka popular in Denmark. The fantastic thing is that after all this alcohol, people don't become molesting or too rowdy as this would be a breach of the 'Festival Contract', embodied in the 'orange feeling'.
During the day, drinking is characterized by a game called beer bowling and just sitting together under a pavilion in camping chairs. In the night however, the fields of Roskilde turn into one enormous outdoor club. Powerful homemade speakers boom the latest dance music and function as magnets for people to come and party. The loudest speakers have the largest parties, some probably have over 100 people at a time. One of the biggest of these parties is located in the "Dome" in the center of Dream City. One camp will roll their speakers inside and entertain the probably up to 200 people with their music in combination with the lights built into the structure. Its a club inside the festival where there is no lack of alcohol or beautiful Danish girls. While we were there, we began to notice that all of the main party camps were in "West", the western zone of the camp. One night, we went there and headed to the skate park. There was an enormous concert taking place! We had no idea who was playing until later in the concert when we discovered that it was some of Denmark's leading dancehall artists. Due to the large crowd, I actually didn't get to see very much of them. That is, until Raske Penge jumped onto a loudspeaker and started rapping while making the crowd go wild!
Roskilde was amazing. It was my first festival and I can say that it won't be my last. I love the vibe, the people and the freedom it provides to just do anything without any concerns. Most people don't even have to worry about their tent because the vast majority actually leave theirs standing.
The very last night was actually quite weird. I would say that only 10% of festival goers actually remain Sunday to Monday. This means that for those 10%, it is time to loot. Many went around rummaging through abandoned camps looking for alcohol or anything else that they could possibly use. To my amazement, this was actually incredibly easy to do. People came back with large amounts of beer seemingly forgotten next to destroyed tents, wet from piss. While this does result in a final night of fun, the air of the festival is quite depressing. Most of the food stalls are closed because their supply is finished, there is very little music playing, and of course, hardly anyone is there! So this last night was ironically quite sobering and seemed to say, "You have had enough."
Nonetheless, lessons for my next festival:
The days would consist of drinking with others or walking around the enormous area and discover the incredible things people would be doing. For example, in the area known as Dream City, we walked passed the Waldo camp to find a talent show taking place. However, the talents that people were performing were in fact stripping naked, unfortunately, this was only being done by the men. One of the most impressive of these strips was done by a man who, as he was taking his clothes off and giving a lap dance to a girl, chugged a bottle of the Danish, "Fiske"; a sort of liquorice vodka popular in Denmark. The fantastic thing is that after all this alcohol, people don't become molesting or too rowdy as this would be a breach of the 'Festival Contract', embodied in the 'orange feeling'.
During the day, drinking is characterized by a game called beer bowling and just sitting together under a pavilion in camping chairs. In the night however, the fields of Roskilde turn into one enormous outdoor club. Powerful homemade speakers boom the latest dance music and function as magnets for people to come and party. The loudest speakers have the largest parties, some probably have over 100 people at a time. One of the biggest of these parties is located in the "Dome" in the center of Dream City. One camp will roll their speakers inside and entertain the probably up to 200 people with their music in combination with the lights built into the structure. Its a club inside the festival where there is no lack of alcohol or beautiful Danish girls. While we were there, we began to notice that all of the main party camps were in "West", the western zone of the camp. One night, we went there and headed to the skate park. There was an enormous concert taking place! We had no idea who was playing until later in the concert when we discovered that it was some of Denmark's leading dancehall artists. Due to the large crowd, I actually didn't get to see very much of them. That is, until Raske Penge jumped onto a loudspeaker and started rapping while making the crowd go wild!
Roskilde was amazing. It was my first festival and I can say that it won't be my last. I love the vibe, the people and the freedom it provides to just do anything without any concerns. Most people don't even have to worry about their tent because the vast majority actually leave theirs standing.
The very last night was actually quite weird. I would say that only 10% of festival goers actually remain Sunday to Monday. This means that for those 10%, it is time to loot. Many went around rummaging through abandoned camps looking for alcohol or anything else that they could possibly use. To my amazement, this was actually incredibly easy to do. People came back with large amounts of beer seemingly forgotten next to destroyed tents, wet from piss. While this does result in a final night of fun, the air of the festival is quite depressing. Most of the food stalls are closed because their supply is finished, there is very little music playing, and of course, hardly anyone is there! So this last night was ironically quite sobering and seemed to say, "You have had enough."
Nonetheless, lessons for my next festival:
- Bring a large group of friends and know people in other camps. This way you will never become bored of anyone. In addition, it will become much easier to find good parties to go to at night, or where the fun is during the day.
- Don't go out to eat. Yes, Gringo Nachos were amazing, but damn they were expensive! I would say that one prepared meal a day is worth it, but the money really adds up. To be economical in a festival, one has to eat a lot of Makrel eller leverpostej me rugbrød (Mackerel or liver pate with rye bread).
- Bring more beer beforehand or purchase it outside the campsite. A case of beer at the camp costed 190 Danish Crowns. Outside of the festival, beer can be bought for almost half the price.
Can't wait till next time!
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Roskilde
Tomorrow I am going to be leaving for Denmark to attend the infamous Roskilde Festival with my friends Anton Michalski, Julie Hauge and Christoffer Eriksson to be joined later by Marcus Pernow. The plan is to first stay in a hostel for two nights to see Copenhagen and only on Sunday join the fellow festival goers in Roskilde. It will be quite the experience as I have never been to a festival, let alone one that lasts 8 days! There will be a lot of beer and bad food but that's all part of the experience. In fact, I will be celebrating my 18th birthday amidst the 60,000 people collected at the Orange stage listening to the likes of Queen of the Stone Age and Kraftwerk. It will be amazing and I am really excited.
Friday, June 21, 2013
The Idea of Community and Belonging
I am currently in Mainz-Finthen Germany to visit family, but even more importantly, to celebrate my mother's 50th birthday. Finthen is a village of approximately 14,000 people, a few km away from the provincial capital, Mainz. On a bike excursion with my grandfather today, I would realize just how provincial my ancestral homeland truly is. As we went along our usual route, my grandfather decided to take a different path home and turned into a gated trailer park. Previously I had only biked passed the place and understood it as a vacation destination because of the lakes that the trailers are settled around. However, I was astonished to find that these were in fact permanent homes that gave the impression of such overt distance to the outside world that I came to realize just how absurdly contrasted lives even in the western world can be.
For the first time I saw flagpoles waving the German flag shamelessly. Flags are virtually nonexistent in the area where my granparents live. German society is still largely unprepared to demonstrate their nationality openly. Nevertheless, a sense of belonging in such a community seems to be the guiding purpose of its existence that fills a spiritual gap that their economic position may not fill. Nonetheless, perhaps even more vital to such a community than nationality, was the unquestionable allegiance to football clubs. Waving underneath, and on rare occasion even above the German flag, the banner of the household's team flew proudly.
I am evaluating an entire community simply from the brief encounter upon a bicycle and therefore all I say are mere presumptions. Yet despite my observations and the apparent economic condition, the atmosphere of the community felt content. It was clean, there was no evidence of graffiti or other vandalism, and on first glance the people seemed happy. Perhaps this is because, above any other belonging, lies that for the community. The community supports itself. I feel that people who live in such a secluded cove can find a much greater sense of contentment than anyone living in a city. The pace of life is slow and the people are friendly. It is in fact reminiscent of a tribal society. They are of a greater clan (Germany), but their loyalty is always to their family and community. I feel that in such a society, cases of depression are far lower because the elements that create depression do not exist. Some of the people living there might not even do so because of economic reasons but perhaps even spiritual reasons because they simply cannot follow with the world outside the trailer park gates.
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