Getting German Wrong Until It's Right

Ein bier, bitte!

I started learning German after I found a job in Germany in 2014. It wasn't a serious effort, just a free app, but my intention was to get a head start before I arrived.

After a few days in Germany, I knew an app wasn't going to cut it. My new employers had promised German lessons, so I doubled my efforts on the cheapskate app while I awaited the real thing. By the time my employers said there wouldn't be lessons after all, the app told me I had 26 percent fluency.

Of course, that number was bullshit.

Learning a language is like hiking. You can study maps of the trail, check the elevation, and buy some comfy boots, but you have no idea what you're in for until you start hit the trail. It might be rockier and much steeper than you anticipated, maybe the air is a little thinner up there too. You don't know anything about the trail until you start walking it.

When I started German class, I noticed that despite the hours of tapping and swiping at my app, I couldn't speak the language in a pinch. Slowly, I realized you learn a language by doing it.

The novice German speaker practicing his skills in public encounters two types of Germans. There are the sympathetic Germans who nod encouragingly at your clumsy efforts. And there's those who are annoyed with your crappy German: "You're in Germany! Why can't you speak German yet?"

The first group has some lingual empathy, often from pecking at another language, and understand the notorious difficulties of learning any language, especially German.

Take the pronoun sie. It can mean she, her, it, they, them, or the polite you. I must listen carefully for the conversation's context to understand if a German speaker is talking to my group, addressing me politely, or questioning my manhood.

This would lead you to believe the German language is running low on words, but this is a language whose precision gives you so many lovely words, like Treppenwitz, as in stair joke, that witty comeback you thought of after you've left the room and walked down the stairs.

That precision also gives it those frighteningly long compound nouns, like Rentenversicherungsverlaub, which is a pension insurance thingy I recently picked up from a few different government offices.

The native German speaker, like the native speaker of any language, has been using their language since childhood, so they sometimes take the utter strangeness of their grammar for granted. There are masculine, feminine, and neutral nouns. There are three cases for articles: nominative, accusative, and goddamn dative… oh! and the forgotten fourth, genitiveWhich case you use depends on what's happening to the nouns in the sentence.

That means there are seven versions of the (der, die, das, den, dem, der, des) and another six versions of a (ein, eine, einen, einem, einer, eines).

You might be able to study your way into memorizing when to use them but there are exceptions, and the German speaker's language, despite their stereotype as a rule-and-regulation-loving race, is riddled with just as many exceptions as rules. Plus, I haven't even touched the subject of verbs, which is another lengthy blogpost you're apt to skip.

German is difficult. So is English or French. As a Canadian I was taught French for over ten years in elementary and high school. We wrote out verb conjugations and memorized noun genders. I didn't really learn French until I moved to Montreal and took an intensive class, where we had to speak French in class.


As I listened to and spoke French, I developed a sense of what sounds right and wrong, what sounds masculine or feminine. Think of it like tuning an instrument, you never know it's flat until you play it. Then you hear it's off and make adjustments and play it and make more adjustments until it sounds right.

You can study. You can memorize. You won't learn a thing until you find your feet and find your voice, and get out there and keep getting it wrong until you get it right.

Contemporary Art Snaps

Yesterday I was finishing up what was promising to be a fairly decent blog, and then Blogger decided to tell me I saved my draft and then didn't save the draft. An entire day's work was gone and I was left with the rough and raw first draft, which can feel worse than a blank page.

So, as I rewrite the post, hoping I will recreate yesterday's magic, I decided to post a more visual blog today.

Last month, I wrote about the contemporary collection at Düsseldorf's K21. This wasn't the first time I've seen contemporary art and I occasionally snap photos of stuff that I like, that tickles my funny bone, or that I just find peculiar.

Here's a selection of those snaps:
 
The basement of London's Tate Modern used to be
fuel tanks for the power plant. Now they store creations like
these little guys.   


The Vatican Museum is famous for its Renaissance collection, however its modern and contemporary collections also have some gems, like this one. 

An installation of cardboard boxes strewn across a courtyard in Venice
 during the city's international art festival.

I visited Kosice, Slovakia while it was an EU Cultural Capital, which meant lots of art exhibitions,
including this inflatable missile launcher.

Krakow"s MOCAK is next door to Oskar Schindler's factory. Naturally, those times loom large enough to parody them.

A disturbing rendering of Dozsa Gyorgy's execution in the Hungarian National Gallery.
  
Ghent is a real artsy town,
so SMAK (Flemish acronym for Museum of Contemporary Art) is worth a visit.  
A whale skeleton made from patio chairs in Ottawa's National Gallery.

Camels grazing in the National Gallery at Ottawa.

Omnibus Blog 4: That Canadian Visit

German bars getting into the spirit of the Tour de France.

I’ve fallen into that old trap of posting once a month. A bad habit, even if things have been busy on my end. But I’m making up for it with the Lazy Writer’s Round-Up Edition of the Omnibus Blog, a brief collection of short blurby blurbs.

The Tour de France comes to the Dorf

Düsseldorf has French fever. A touch of French has entered Düsseldorf's bakeries and bars recently – German institutions.

The bakeries are displaying fresh baguettes more prominently in the windows. The bars are decked out in the French tricolour (although I haven't seen French beer on tap). Oh, and those speed-bike-ring, short-short-wearing folks are racing down sidewalks a little more proudly. 

On my bike ride to the office, workers are busily erected barriers and beer tents. The Dorf's own Kraftwerk is playing a concert. They actually have a song called Tour de France and it's... well.. techno.

The start of the event are time trials, so 13km of race way is being cordoned off, most of it along the Rhine River. The next day, the Tour leaves Dusseldorf, riding through some pretty country in the Rhineland to Liege. Coincidentally, neither the beginning or the end of this stage is in France. 

We're planning on wandering around and checking it all out, but we've heard rumours the events are prohibitively expensive. If true, the extent of my instagram photos might be tiny blurs in the distance with a moody filter. 

Kraftwerk's concert stage goes up.


That French Election

Emmanuel Macron, the centrist, beat out the nationalists to win the French presidency and won a majority in the legislature. He'll cruise along with his agenda, which includes investing in skills and training, reforming the labour market (like that 35-hour work week), bringing free market reforms to the economy, among other things.

Smooth sailing, right? I don’t know... 

He's a youthful, refreshing politician, but voter turnout for the presidential and parliament elections hovered around 50 percent. There is something deeply wrong with civil society in Europe.

Some of this disengagement from politics might be total apathy of the elitist, and often corrupt, nature of French national politics. But some is likely because European government have been incapable of dealing with today's seismic shifts – a years-long recession, high unemployment, fear of free trade, the migrant crisis.

Macron's pragmatist agenda, which takes the best from the left and right wings of the political spectrum might be the shock France needs. Or it might not. Serious reform needs to come from Brussels too. 

We'll see how engaged people are when the next elections roll around.


Canada Trip

Oh, yeah. That happened. It had been a year and a half since our last visit to my homeland, so we were overdue for a visit.

The short version: we went to a wedding in Toronto, went to a baseball game, Kata got sick, we cancelled a trip to Montreal, went back to London, recuperated, then went to Ottawa, and back to London with a one-hour pitstop in Toronto, then back to Toronto to fly back.

I packed the schedule a little too much, yet no what matter it’s impossible to see everyone. That seems sad, but we ended up spending some quality time with the friends and family we were able to see.

It's a living-away-from-home compromise. You don't see people as often as you'd like, but you do have a good time with them when you do. It isn't a perfect arrangement, but the solid, strong, lifelong friendships are the ones that weather the distance and time apart.

So even as we all move forward and grow up and be more responsible, it's good to know that friends will still make the time for me that I will make for them.



Ottawa Paparazzi.