<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31903490</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:48:21.315-04:00</updated><category term='Washington Post'/><category term='Berlin'/><category term='Waiting'/><category term='Campaign'/><category term='dress code'/><category term='Organizing Fellowship'/><category term='call'/><category term='training'/><title type='text'>Bread on the Campaign Trail</title><subtitle type='html'>Out Working for Change</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31903490.post-6292318730568483168</id><published>2008-06-13T14:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T15:30:30.679-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Organizing Fellowship'/><title type='text'>Article about the Program</title><content type='html'>There's an &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/06/12/AR2008061203658.html"&gt;article &lt;/a&gt;in today's Washington  Post about the Organizing Fellowships. It turns out there are 3,600 of us. It's a fairly basic article, but it does say that there were 10,000 applicants, so it turns out that those essays and phone interview were actually important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31903490-6292318730568483168?l=breadingermany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/feeds/6292318730568483168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31903490&amp;postID=6292318730568483168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/6292318730568483168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/6292318730568483168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/2008/06/article-about-program.html' title='Article about the Program'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31903490.post-9112018496050659355</id><published>2008-06-11T22:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:30:15.267-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><title type='text'>Training Information</title><content type='html'>I got an e-mail about training. It was sent to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;approximately&lt;/span&gt; 180 people, which is a bit larger than I had anticipated. I had sort of hoped to be able to distinguish myself and catch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; eye and attempt to move up the food chain (aka try to get some $$), but that seems a bit more difficult. We'll see what ends up happening, but I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;predictably&lt;/span&gt; making myself nervous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31903490-9112018496050659355?l=breadingermany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/feeds/9112018496050659355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31903490&amp;postID=9112018496050659355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/9112018496050659355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/9112018496050659355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/2008/06/training-information.html' title='Training Information'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31903490.post-7663590834088115754</id><published>2008-06-06T00:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T01:06:42.475-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress code'/><title type='text'>The Call</title><content type='html'>I finally got a call from the campaign today. Training starts the 14th in Philly at 9 am. I'm not going to be there until the 15th because of stuff at home, but I got that cleared. Dress code is apparently fairly casual. The young woman on the phone said that jeans were fine, I didn't ask about shorts, but I'll see how it goes. She said I'd be outside and moving around, so I'm guessing they'd be ok. I don't have anything actually going on, which means lots of time and nothing to write about. a.k.a. booring posts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31903490-7663590834088115754?l=breadingermany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/feeds/7663590834088115754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31903490&amp;postID=7663590834088115754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/7663590834088115754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/7663590834088115754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/2008/06/call.html' title='The Call'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31903490.post-3660741277989679851</id><published>2008-06-03T18:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:46:11.606-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Campaign'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting'/><title type='text'>Waiting to Hear</title><content type='html'>I've supposedly got a job working for the Campaign. However, they were suposed to call me yesterday or today and let me know where I had been asigned and sort of filling me in on the whole details part of the job. However, I haven't gotten any calls. I'm not too worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I wasn't yesterday when I wrote the first part of this post. I didn't hear again today (Wednesday) and I'm starting to get a little worried. I'm now doubting when they were supposed to call me. I don't have a good way to contact the campaign, but I'm going to try tomorrow. I don't need to hear, but I'm just starting to worry that I typed in my phone number wrong or something. I have gotten e-mails from them, but I think it's fairly automated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update when I know some more details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31903490-3660741277989679851?l=breadingermany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/feeds/3660741277989679851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31903490&amp;postID=3660741277989679851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/3660741277989679851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/3660741277989679851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/2008/06/waiting-to-hear.html' title='Waiting to Hear'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31903490.post-4706641578492926585</id><published>2007-04-18T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:08:19.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the USA</title><content type='html'>Classes started, and even though I only had the 3 days a week I somehow couldn't find the time to keep updating this thing, which is unfortionate. I'm now back at my US College (as I've been since February). Not much is going on at school. I'm reading, writing papers, running our campus EMS Service, running Track. I'm going to update this occationaly I think. I probably lost most of the people who were reading this, but people may still be checking it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31903490-4706641578492926585?l=breadingermany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/feeds/4706641578492926585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31903490&amp;postID=4706641578492926585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/4706641578492926585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/4706641578492926585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-in-usa.html' title='Back in the USA'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31903490.post-521915330680952437</id><published>2006-11-01T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T05:33:56.009-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berlin'/><title type='text'>Second and Third Days in Berlin</title><content type='html'>I set out on Monday (day 2) with not too much of a plan. Most of the museums close on Monday, so that option was out.  I set off with a bike and a map. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00586.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you look closely in the background you can see the ping-pong tables. This is not an uncommon thing. I saw people playing ping pong in the park. It's interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00590.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the things I did on Monday was go on a boat tour. There is a river that runs through the heart of Berlin and they drive you up and down and show you the sights. This is the Berlin Haubtbanhoff. It's the main train station. It's very big and has lots of glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00593.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy is wearing a grill and an umbrella selling Bratwursts. There's not much else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00595.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Compared to Washington DC when I visited there wasn't that much security in Berlin. In DC it's really visible. In Berlin, not so much. This was the only place with roadblocks, and armed guards. It was......... The American Embasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00596.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Crazies had set up a tent in the middle of a square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00597.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Bundestag. The German equivalent of the Capitol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00598.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the last picture I took on the second day. That night I went out to dinner to an Indian restraunt. It was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00599.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first stop on day 3 was Checkpoint Charlie. Especially as an American it was somewhere I wanted to go. There is a museum that is next to the actual checkpoint. It was really interesting. they had a lot of stuff that people actually used to escape. They had a car with fake compartments, a balloon the people had flown over the border. It was rather inspirational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the token picture of the Checkpoint Charlie sign. It's a tourist trap, but it's also pretty amazing that 17 years ago there was a huge wall here. That the Cold War was still going strong. It feels so distant from the world we're in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00603.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is your intrepid adventurer in the Jewish Museum. It's was opened within the last couple years and it's very nice. It does a good job of portraying Jewish culture in Germany and Europe and also dealing with the horrible episodes in this history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00605.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a view down a huge flight of stairs in the Jewish museum. The architecture was very groovy. Lots of sharp angles and non-right angle corners. It wasn't too out there where it distracted from the exhibits, but it did give you a sense of things being a little different. It also worked very well to guide you through the exhibits, without you quite realizing that it was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00606.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a poorly translated sign on the door of a buffet that I decided it would probably be better to skip. A lot of people speak English in Germany. But not everyone does it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00608.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My next stop was the Berlin Zoo. It has the highest number of different species in the world. It looked like a solid stop, and at this point I needed something a little bit lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00612.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These monkeys were the first thing I saw when I went into the Zoo. I watched them chase each other around for about 15 minuites. It completely validated my choice to go in. They were just playing, and it made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00616.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More Monkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00618.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very cool looking African porcupines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00619.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How can you not include the picture of the baby elephant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00627.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Lions where the most impressive part of the entire zoo. The wall of the cage was only about 3 feet from where you could stand. When I got there it was right before they were going to be fed. This meant that the lions were pacing back and forth. They are really big. Like up to my chest and they are very powerfull as well. I was frightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00633.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was attempting to take a picture of the tiger when he ran towards the wall of the cage and jumped pretty much straight at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00637.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00640.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently The Hartford has an office somewhere in the Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00648.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From there I went to the Musiem of German History. The museim spans all of German history. From the barbaric times, through today. And entrance was free because I went on the "Tag der Deutscher Einheit. This is a really sweet ivory horn that was used as a signal horn during hunts. It's not perticularly German, but it looks cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00654.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a 14th century circumcision knife. It's another one of those things that's not extrodanary in itself, but to think that it was doing it's job 7oo years ago, and now it's just lying there, right next to where I am is pretty crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00658.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the entrence to the Underground/Illegal techno party that I went to with the other 3 guys who were staying in the guest appartment with me the first night I got there. From the street, you can't tell anything's there. Below is a picture of it from the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00664.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00659.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since the third movie, Shamu has really been branching out. He's the Jay-Z of Killer Whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00661.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the German equivalent of the Capitol. It is very pretty and everyone told me I had to wait in line and go up into the glass dome. I didn't. It was a really long line an there was too much to see. This is the last picture I took in Berlin. It was a great trip. A big thanks to Lucy for getting me in touch with Tomas and Wolfgang, who were wonderful hosts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31903490-521915330680952437?l=breadingermany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/feeds/521915330680952437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31903490&amp;postID=521915330680952437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/521915330680952437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/521915330680952437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/2006/11/second-and-third-days-in-berlin.html' title='Second and Third Days in Berlin'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31903490.post-5624131165985308124</id><published>2006-10-11T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:03:45.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day In Berlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00526.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the view from Tomas’ guest apartment. That needle looking thing is known as the TV tower. It’s a 2 bedroom apartment and is very nice. There’s also a deck in back with overlooks the &lt;i style=""&gt;Alte Judischer Freidhof&lt;/i&gt; which is the oldest Jewish Cemetary in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Berlin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. I was going to go in and visit, but it wasn’t open the two times I tried. In the part I could see from the apartment, it looked like the graves were completely overgrown with ivy. It just struck me as a little strange.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;s&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;s&gt;  &lt;/s&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:229.5pt;height:306pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\BENREA~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image003.jpg" title="DSC00528"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00528.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00529.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday at 1 Tomas, myself and the 3 guys who were staying in the apartment with me went out to Breakfast. They don’t even go through the formality of calling it Brunch in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Germany&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, or maybe the just don’t have that word. It wouldn’t really work, Lunch is &lt;i style=""&gt;Mittagsessen&lt;/i&gt; which is literally mid-day meal, and breakfast is &lt;i style=""&gt;Fruhstuck&lt;/i&gt; or early-piece. (You might be thinking, but breakfast is also compound word. Yeah, I don’t have answers for everything, I just like to pretend that I do). Anyway, we got these 2 huge platters with lots of fun stuff to eat. Everyone else got coffie or some sort of brownish cafenated drink, I don’t know nearly enough about what they ordered to have been able to decipher it if they were speaking English. We stayed there for 2 hours. Apparently that’s what they do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00529.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is just an example of the strange uses of English that I found. I find them funny, so I take pictures and here you are.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00530.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00530.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the inside of a casino that’s inside the base of the &lt;i style=""&gt;Fernseherzentrum&lt;/i&gt; (The TV tower). It wasn’t so much a casino as a bunch of slot machines. They didn’t have any table games and they had a 1E entrence fee. The entrence fee seems like not the best busness stragtegy, but they got me to pay it (even though that was mostly in deference to what Romulo would have wanted me to do). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1028" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:234.75pt;height:175.5pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\BENREA~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image007.jpg" title="DSC00530"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00534.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is “The Clock of the World” at Alexanderplatz. It’s nice, and I’d seen pictures of it. However, it’s considerably smaller than I thought it would be. I figured it was huge, but it’s just sort of normal size. The other interesting thing was all the German Emo kids hanging out underneath it. The main differences between them and the American Emo kids are that they seem angrier, and drink in public.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1030" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:252.75pt;height:189pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\BENREA~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image011.jpg" title="DSC00535"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00535.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I found a Dunkin’ Donuts. I was excited, so I took a picture. However, all of the stuff is decently more expensive than it is in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. (No word if the Griffeys own it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1031" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:279pt;height:209.25pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\BENREA~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image013.jpg" title="DSC00537"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1032" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:4in;height:3in'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\BENREA~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image015.jpg" title="DSC00539"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00539.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is a scale model of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Berlin&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. You can see the &lt;i style=""&gt;Fernseherzentrum&lt;/i&gt; in the foreground. This model was in the &lt;i style=""&gt;Nikolausviertel&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i style=""&gt;Kriche&lt;/i&gt;. (look up name). It’s the oldest surviving church in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Berlin&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. It was built in the 1200s. It’s been turned into a museum and it has a lot of pieces from other Churches that were destroyed in WWII.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;!--&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;i&gt;. (look up name). It’s the oldest surviving church in &lt;st1&gt;:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Berlin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1&gt;. It was built in the 1200s. It’s been turned into a museum and it has a lot of pieces from other Churches that were destroyed in WWII.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1033" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:234.75pt;height:175.5pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\BENREA~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image017.jpg" title="DSC00541"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00541.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is a &lt;i style=""&gt;Taufstein&lt;/i&gt; (baptism thingy) from the 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century. What gets me about stuff like this is when I take a step back and realizes that not only is this really old, people used to use it. Some guy in 1429 got his kid baptized in this thing. Thinking about things like this that way just makes it so much more real and more interesting to me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1034" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:216.75pt;height:288.75pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\BENREA~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image019.jpg" title="DSC00543"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00543.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is a Sacrament cabinet from the 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; century.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1035" type="#_x0000_t75" style=""&gt; &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBENREA%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_image021.jpg" title="DSC00544"&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00545.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00545.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is a molding on one of the buildings in what was &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;East Berlin&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The text reads “ES LEBE DIE SOZALE REVOLUTION ES LEBE&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;DER FRIEDEN DER VÖLKER” (It lives, the social revolution. It lives, The Freedom of the People)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  lang="DE" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1035" type="#_x0000_t75" style=""&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1037" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:306pt;height:229.5pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\BENREA~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image025.jpg" title="DSC00547"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00547.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the Berlin Döm. It was a protestant church built by Kaiser Wilhelm II.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;p class="&lt;/span"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;vml 1]&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1038" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:288.75pt;height:216.75pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\BENREA~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image027.jpg" title="DSC00548"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00548.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="&lt;/span"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the inside of the church, which was incredibly opulent, with gold everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1039" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:252pt;height:189pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\BENREA~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image029.jpg" title="DSC00550"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00550.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is a close-up of the pulpit. It’s like 15’ in the air. It’s just one part of this very over the top church.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1040" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:256.5pt;height:5in'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\BENREA~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image031.jpg" title="DSC00552"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00552.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00552.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This guy just had an over the top mullet. Mullets are surprisingly common here. They aren’t as crazy as this guy’s, usually they’re understated but they are common. Kids have them too. It’s just mean thing to do to your child.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1041" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:243pt;height:182.25pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\BENREA~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image033.jpg" title="DSC00554"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00554.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;October 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; is the day that the DDR and the BDR (East and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;West Germany&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;) unified. So they were having the “Party for the day of German unity” in the center of the city. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;-[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1042" type="#_x0000_t75" style=""&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CBENREA%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_image035.jpg" title="DSC00555"&gt; &lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00555.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This picture speaks for itself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p this="" class="Mso&lt;span onclick=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1043" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:252.75pt;height:189pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\BENREA~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image037.jpg" title="DSC00558"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00558.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00558.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p this="" class="Mso&lt;span onclick=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was minding my own business, riding my bike along when all of a sudden, a sign pops up, saying I’m heading for “Wedding”. I only found this slightly disconcerting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p this="" class="Mso&lt;span onclick=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00562.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p this="" class="Mso&lt;span onclick=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was riding back home when I saw a group of people gathered outside a hotel. I heard whispers about it being a charity event and Kevin Costner being there. I think he was in Berlin, but when I left he had not shown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1045" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:4in;height:3in'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\BENREA~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image041.jpg" title="DSC00566"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1048" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:279pt;height:209.25pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\DOCUME~1\BENREA~1\LOCALS~1\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image047.jpg" title="DSC00580"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00580.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Brandemburger Tur at night, with a ferris wheel in the background.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have pictures from my other days in Berlin that I will get up when I get a chance. I just got back from visiting Eric Read (my dad's cousin) in Switzerland, and classes are finally starting this monday so I will most likely continue to be behind on posts, but they'll be up there eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="DE"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31903490-5624131165985308124?l=breadingermany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/feeds/5624131165985308124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31903490&amp;postID=5624131165985308124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/5624131165985308124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/5624131165985308124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-day-in-berlin-part-i.html' title='First Day In Berlin'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31903490.post-4079745555336100980</id><published>2006-09-30T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T16:49:20.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eine Reise nach Berlin</title><content type='html'>This is the commentary that I kept on my trip to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Berlin&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. Regular text is what I wrote at the time. &lt;i style=""&gt;Italics are added later.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7:05 Hit snooze button for the second time, got some breakfast&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;8:17 Left dorm. Walked to Banhoff &lt;i style=""&gt;(train station)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;8:58 I’m on the correct train. It took about 35 minutes to walk there. It takes less than 10 minutes to Bike there. On the way there were signs advertising a “BoS” “Black on Sunday” party at the local disko&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;9:07 And we’re off. Göttingen is the first/last stop on this line so everyone got off the train. This included some football fans that started chanting as soon as they got off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For whatever reason the train feels like a rainforest. I’m sweating bullets. I’m listening to a podcast of PTI. Technology is a little out of control.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 221px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00511.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the view from my seat on the first train)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;9:43 I successfully switched trains at Kreiensen. This&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;one is much smaller, only 2 cars. I Saw more soccer fans. Werden &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bremen&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; must be playing somewhere today. Also it turns out what I thought was my receipt is actually my ticket. And what I thought was my ticket is just a plan for what trains I should take. I used my student ID for the first train &lt;i style=""&gt;(Goettingen Students can travel for free within the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Lower Saxony&lt;/st1:place&gt;)&lt;/i&gt; but now I know the drill&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;10:24 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; train switch. Apparently there is a game between &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wolfsburg&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and Bayern München. The train is full of FC Bayern fans. I’m sitting with 3 old ladies who are very clearly not going to the game.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00516.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyone is drinking beer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(including this guy with the mini-keg) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m dubbing it train-gating. One of the 3 guys across the isle from me just pulled out a 2’ long pepperoni, cut a piece off and is eating it with bread. Another one of the guys is wearing a bottle opener as a necklace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;11:13 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; train switch&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The 3 women I was sitting with apparently didn’t know each other. They brought me into the conversation by asking if I knew why young people dye their hair green and blue and put it up in spikes. I then had a relatively normal conversation with them. When I said that I was from &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Connecticut&lt;/st1:state&gt; and they didn’t know where that was I said it was near &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. The woman who was from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Brazil&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; immediately asked me where I was on 9/11.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00519.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My last transfer was in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wolfsburg&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; so this train is packed with Bayern fans going to see the game. The Braunschweig haubtbahoff had a lot of them in it. They were singing songs and drinking… a lot. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(that's them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;11:35 A final note about the Brauschweig Hbf. They had pay toilets. It cost .50E to pee. And there was an attendant in there. It was unclear what he was doing, but he was standing in there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;11:59 Train switch #4&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This train is supposed to have reservations, but I don’t have one. But I hope they’ll let me stay here. &lt;i style=""&gt;They not only let me stay there, I wasn’t asked for my ticket. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I managed to sit in a s&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;moking car. It doesn’t bother me as much as it used to, but it’s not great.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2:01 The rest of the train ride was uneventful. They never checked my ticket. They came by, but I guess it looked like I had been there for a while.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 206px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00523.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I got off the train at the Berlin Hbf. Which is huge. It’s like Grand Central except new.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I got on the correct S-Bahn and successfully got to Alexanderplatz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is the S-Bahn Platform&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;From there I was supposed to get on the U2 and go towards Pankow. But I went the other way. So now I’m waiting for the U-Bahn to come back and I will hopefully make it to my stop.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 210px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00525.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I did and here's a picture of me on the U-Bahn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31903490-4079745555336100980?l=breadingermany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/feeds/4079745555336100980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31903490&amp;postID=4079745555336100980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/4079745555336100980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/4079745555336100980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/2006/09/eine-reise-nach-berlin.html' title='Eine Reise nach Berlin'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31903490.post-3308840106643083227</id><published>2006-09-29T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T12:12:07.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A change in Venue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00510.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switched room this week.  I was told that a new room had been reserved for me by David Starr. I didn't have too much of a choice in the matter. The new room is about twice the size (and twice the rent) with it's own private bathroom. It's in a different wing of the same building. This wing was just finished. As you can tell from the scafolding that's still visible through my window. I'm now right next to Alex, rather than on the floor above him. There are only 10 people on my floor now, as opposed to 24 with my old room. This is nice because it'll make the  kitchen less crowded. One thing that is also kind of nice is that everyone moving in here is new. I'm not stepping into a hall where people have been living together for multiple semsters. I've only seen 3 other people in our hall. There is a mat outside the door&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00509.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of one of the rooms, and I saw someone's parent looking like they were moving in there, but I haven't seen who it actually is. The major downside about starting fresh is that there are no communial cooking items like there were in the outer dorm. Alex bought a pot from what's basicly a pawn shop yesterday and with that we prepared the delicious meal pictured above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm going to a dinner that Willhelm (the coach of the track club) is having. Then tommorow at 9:07 my train leaves for Berlin. There I'm staying with Tomas and Wolfgang, who are firends of my wonderful aunt Lucy. I'm in Berlin untill Wednsday morning, when I take a train back to Goettingen. Then I leave the next day for Switzerland to visit Eric (my dad's cousin), his wife Liza and their kids. I will put up updates and pictures from my travels whenever I can, so check back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31903490-3308840106643083227?l=breadingermany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/feeds/3308840106643083227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31903490&amp;postID=3308840106643083227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/3308840106643083227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/3308840106643083227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/2006/09/change-in-lenue.html' title='A change in Venue'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31903490.post-2087608110895714723</id><published>2006-09-21T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T14:19:10.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A 5k in Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00484.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been running a couple times a week with the &lt;a href="http://www.lggoettingen.de/"&gt;LG-Goettingen.&lt;/a&gt; They're a track club here and they meet tuesdays and saturdays to work out (don't worry, I've been running on my own the other days). There is a race series in a city nearby. There is a race every wednsday. This week was the 5k. I asked them if I could go. I met Willhelm (the coach), Susanne, Sebastian and Franchesco at 4:50 and we drove to the meet in Willhelm's mini-van. I ran in the 16:00-18:00 heat, which was the second fastest. I ran with a pack of 4 other people, 2 sets of teammates for the first 4k. I made a move with 1000m left. One of the people in the pack was able to respond, but I beat the other three. I finished with a time of 16:56. It felt pretty good. There were a total of 5 heats, all with various time ranges. Willhelm was running in the fast heat which was last, so we stuck around untill the end.&lt;br /&gt;They were playing music durring most of the meet. When I got back from my cool down I noticed they were playing Elton John. They proceded to play Elton John for the rest of the meet, which was about an hour and a half. Interspursed durring this was some offical doing a sort of play by play identifying the runners names. It was the strangest pronuciation of Read that I've heard. Later on in the meet, the anouncer decided it would be a good idea to sing along with "Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting" in a very think accent. Just when you thought it couldn't get any weirder, he attempted to give some sort of commentary on "Candle in the Wind." I'm not sure what he was saying, but he just started talking durring the song. It was a good meet. The final race of the series is next week, but it's a 10k, so I'm going to be taking a pass. Here are some pictures that Sebastian took of the race.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00490.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00488.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31903490-2087608110895714723?l=breadingermany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/feeds/2087608110895714723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31903490&amp;postID=2087608110895714723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/2087608110895714723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/2087608110895714723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/2006/09/5k-in-germany.html' title='A 5k in Germany'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31903490.post-8266986569168066225</id><published>2006-09-19T05:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T08:25:55.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding around on a Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC004671.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 205px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/320/DSC004671.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I set out on my bike this past Sunday hoping to pick up a few things. However, it turns out that everything is closed on Sunday. Supermarkets, all kinds of stores. However, I did see this sign advertising a "Fidel-Garten." Most of the German restaurants have a "Bier-Garten." It is usually an enclosed courtyard where you can eat outside. It doesn't really have much to do with beer. This sign was outside a Cuban restaurant. It didn't go inside, so I can't report on how far this theme goes. I'm hoping that there is a cardboard cutout of Mr. Castro and maybe the waitstaff is wearing those awesome hats? But it's probably just wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00475.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00475.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because nothing was open I decided that I'd just explore on my bike. I just started going in a direction that I hadn't gone before. I rode out for about 45 minutes. I saw a bunch of car dealerships, 2 tombstone stores (what's the word I'm looking for here, they're not stores...), and a bunch of closed shops. It was nice, but not too interesting. Then on my way back I found the city cemetery of Goettingen. When you walk in there is a sign telling you how to find the graves of the 6 Nobel prize winners who lived here. I wandered around. The graves seemed to start in the late 1800s, and then, with only a couple exceptions the latest I saw &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC004741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 206px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/320/DSC004741.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;were from the 1980s. This picture is of the graves of Germans who died World War II. There is a monument(in the middle of the picture above this. That says simply "those who died in WWII". The graves look like the one to the right. Simply a cross, the name, and dates of birth and death. What is interesting is that the ivy or whatever plant is around the graves is allowed to grow up just enough to cover the date of death. I don't know if it's intentional, but it seems too much to be a coincidence. (If you look at the picture below, you can almost see what I'm talking about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 297px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00473.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my way back I did manage to find one place that was open on Sunday. There was a "Flohmarkt", a flea market. I figured at the very least I could pick up some utensils. There are always utensils at flea markets. I found some for .50E, and I also bought a glass for the same price. My greatest triumph however was successfully fighting the urge I have to buy old books. There was one book on the 1932 Olympics that looked like it was published in 1932 that was very cool. However it was 30E. That was a little too steep. So it ended up being a successful bike ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31903490-8266986569168066225?l=breadingermany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/feeds/8266986569168066225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31903490&amp;postID=8266986569168066225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/8266986569168066225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/8266986569168066225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/2006/09/riding-around-on-sunday.html' title='Riding around on a Sunday'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31903490.post-3618473836837983588</id><published>2006-09-16T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T15:03:55.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So maybe I ramble a little bit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/1600/DSC00430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3842/3894/400/DSC00430.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view from my window. It's very idyllic and German.  The only problem is that it faces directly east. So I need to close the curtains when I go to sleep or I will be woken up by the sun shining very brightly directly on my eyes. It has not rained a single day since I've been here, while for the 2 weeks before it rained almost every day. Coincidence... I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for some rambling. (I wonder where I get that from)&lt;br /&gt;I've come to really enjoy cooking. It's fun. I don't have that much storage space and the supermarket is a 3 minute bike ride, so I usually go around 5 and figure out what I want to cook. It's very grown up and all that stuff. I made little brotchen pizzas today. I found out today that "ja!" also has shampoo. I'm slightly frightened to try that one though. I take such meticulous care of my hair. It takes hours to get the "I cut my hair twice a year" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One random note, the deposit on stuff here is crazy. It's like .25. I bought a 1.5L soda today for .39 (yes it was ja! brand), and there was a .25 deposit. I've discovered a forest with trails about 2 miles away, so that should help make running easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out the deal with the stipend is that I can't get it until October 1st, because that's when the infamous David Starr gets back from Cali. I don't know what he's doing there, but he's the one who is supposedly in charge of my program. But it'll be around 400E a month once I get it, and I will get the money for September, just not until October. Thanks to the mind-numbing work I did this summer it's not an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a TV in the dining room that's right next to the kitchen. When I'm eating my meals I usually turn on Eurosport, because I'm suffering from ESPN withdrawal and that's the closest thing there is. The last few days there has been the men's field hockey world cup on. It is apparently being held in Germany. And guess who advanced to the final, Australia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31903490-3618473836837983588?l=breadingermany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/feeds/3618473836837983588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31903490&amp;postID=3618473836837983588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/3618473836837983588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/3618473836837983588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-maybe-i-ramble-little-bit.html' title='So maybe I ramble a little bit.'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31903490.post-115775414444948928</id><published>2006-09-08T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T18:23:00.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Retail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1798/880/1600/DSC00429.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1798/880/320/DSC00429.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I didn't have anything to do, so I thought I'd go out and buy some stuff. The room came with sheets, but there weren't any with the elastic that you put over your mattress and the pillow that they gave me was 2'6" square, and down. I can't deal with down pillows, they're too soft and the feathers always end up poking me. So I set off on my bike and tried to find a store. I was unsucesfull, but then I IM'd Dennis, who was a TA two years ago and asked him. He sent me to Karstat, where I went. When I was in there I saw that the section for boys was labled boys I thougth it was interesting so I took this picture. Immideatly after I took it a saleslay came up to me and said "Photos sind im Haus verboten." Pictures are prohibited in here. I said excuse me and fortionatly she didn't take my camera. I found a bedspread, a hand towel and a pillow. It was a success.&lt;br /&gt;I did my first real round of food shopping later. I got some basic stuff, eggs, flour, oil, cheese, pasta, yogurt all for around 30E. I boutght enough food to last me for a while, so I'm happy. The cheapest version of everything was this brand titeld "ja!" which means yes in german. It's been fine so far, and it's really cheap. At least my to my non-grocerie-shopping eyes. The one thing that is expensive is peanut butter. It was 1.50E for a jar about 1/3 the size of one you would get in America, but it's clearly imported and I don't think the germans use it a lot, so maybe I'll just have to limit my consumtion. I cooked some pasta and a pre-made garlic bread loaf for dinner. Alex and I threw some tomato sauce and feta on there and it was pretty good. While we were in there two women, one of whom still lives here, the other who used to came in. They explained the way things work here, which no one had really done.&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen: You have one month each semster where it is your responsiblity to clean the kitchen. You clean it every day for that week. There is a set of dishpans that are common property, but they were described as "ecklehaft" or nasty. As usual, no one can wash dishes well. You can claim one shelf of the cabnets for yourself and label it "privat" which means the same in German as English. The one of the women who was living somewhere else gave me 5 dishes, and a tall (like 8") beer glass because she didn't need them. So that's nice.&lt;br /&gt;Laundry: There are 2 washing machines in the basement. They cost 1E. The only issue: there are no drying machines. So yeah. Looks like I may be hanging some lines in my room.&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff: there is also a communal iron and vacume cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for today, I can't prommise all this pace of updates will continue but now with no classes, and not really knowing anyone it's a comforting activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write a comment if anyone is actually reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31903490-115775414444948928?l=breadingermany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/feeds/115775414444948928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31903490&amp;postID=115775414444948928' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/115775414444948928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/115775414444948928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/2006/09/adventures-in-retail_08.html' title='Adventures in Retail'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31903490.post-115766237067345516</id><published>2006-09-07T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T16:52:50.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrival in Germany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1798/880/1600/DSC00426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1798/880/320/DSC00426.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into Germany yesterday. It's been pretty busy so far, but that's about to calm down. I arrived at 1 pm local time on Wednsday (9/6). I got into my room right away and proceded to pass out for 2 hours. After that I went for a walk and bought some milk and cerial. I ate dinner out at a crappy italian restraunt with Alex, which is where I'm drinking this beer. Beer is really cheap here. At the supermarket it's 3 euro for a 6 pack of Becks, and even at a bar it was only 2 euro for .5L. The city has a fun downtown. It's a pedestrian only zone, and it has a bunch of shops and some restraunts and bars. After dinner I went out with Sebastian (he was a TA last year at Amherst) and Alex (the amherst student I'm here with. It was fun. Wednsday night is apparently the big college night out, I was told not to schedule classes for Thursday morning. The weather has been good so far. Highs in the 70s, lows in the 50s, so fairly simmilar to the north east. Navagating the German Beurocracy has been predictably difficult. This morning I was told to do about 17 different things. The guy who is supposed to be here and help guide me through this, no one can get a hold of. There's a rumor he's getting back on Monday so maybe I'll be able to figure out things then. Today I bought a bike, which everyone rides here. Riding it occationaly makes me feel like I'm 7, but it helps you get around a lot faster.&lt;br /&gt;Notes about the Germans so far:&lt;br /&gt;-The Men are Huge. I'm about average height at 6'1". There are many men who are 3-4" taller than me.&lt;br /&gt;-So are the Women: I've seen more women my height in two days than the rest of my life combined.&lt;br /&gt;-No one J-walks. Everyone stands there and waits for the walk signal. I ran a red light on my bike today and an older German gentleman also on a bike cornerd me and proceded to yell at me. I had to go off the path to get around him.&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now. It's almost 11 and I think the going out the night after getting 2 hours of sleep ona plane is catching up to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31903490-115766237067345516?l=breadingermany.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/feeds/115766237067345516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31903490&amp;postID=115766237067345516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/115766237067345516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31903490/posts/default/115766237067345516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breadingermany.blogspot.com/2006/09/arrival-in-germany.html' title='Arrival in Germany'/><author><name>Bread</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31903490.post-115428252528875267</id><published>2006-07-30T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T14:02:05.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>This is going to be where I attempt to post regular updates on what I'm doing durring my sememster in Germany. My Flight leaves from JFK september 5th and I'll start updating soon after that. 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