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PINING FOR A PINT? The romanticized history of Oktoberfest
Read more: PINING FOR A PINT? The romanticized history of Oktoberfest“Lederhosen und Dirndl erwünscht!“, reads the big sign in my son’s kindergarten. It is a mild but grey autumn morning and the children are celebrating “Wiesn Breakfast”, one of those many strange offshoots of Oktoberfest which testifies to its local appeal and international success. Little blond and dark-haired children of German, Russian, Turkish or Balkan…
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Of tools and men
Read more: Of tools and menSeriously, what is the deal with men and their tools? What is the bond of virility that connects them? Give a man a (preferably loud and useless) tool, and it’s like a shot of Viagra. Oftentimes have I wished I were a big red button, a pair of pliers or a screwdriver – these babies…
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Barcelona humbled in the Allianz Arena
Read more: Barcelona humbled in the Allianz ArenaI haven’t lived in Munich for long, but I am already a big FC Bayern fan. There simply is no way around it. I live 200 m from their headquarters. I see them drive in and out of training as I walk my kids to the kindergarten. So obviously I watched the game (on TV;…
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My Dad’s gone digital
Read more: My Dad’s gone digitalHow the technology we take for granted can leave our parents clueless. It was always a mystery to me how my Dad managed to be the CEO of a large construction company right up to the turn of the 21st century while being completely computer-illiterate. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t just impartial to computers…
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St. Patrick’s Day 2013
Read more: St. Patrick’s Day 2013Shamrock, flutes and black bier on the streets of Munich. Forget for a second that it’s a frigid mid-March afternoon. Try to ignore the whizzing wind too, although your nose feels like it might fall off any minute now. The sun has slashed its way through the ceiling of aubergine-colored clouds, and – perhaps even…
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Gloriosul sentiment al maternității
Read more: Gloriosul sentiment al maternitățiiScriu de pe budă. Aici m-am refugiat ca să am o clipă de liniște. Fiu-miu ăl mare vânează dragoni prin casă iar pe aia mică am culcat-o, dar tot o mai aud prin perete. Îi ies dinții. Trebuia să mă ascund. Am mințit că-mi vine pișu și m-am încuiat frumușel în baie. Da, domnilor, de…
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