以前我们还在一个州的时候，经常莫名其妙地在其他城市的火车站台和餐馆偶遇。今天我坐着迟到了十分钟的电车赶到离饭店最近的站，下了车发现马路对面的她也在找方向，原来我们竟坐了一辆车
今天跟小姐妹见面了，我说我这周心情不好，就盼着和她见面了，结果她说她也是，现在见到我才开心一点
分别之前短暂地拥抱了一下就去赶车了，然后火车上我一直都在回味，感觉没有抱够
Der Geographielehrer holt Landkarten und zählt Bundesländer und Hauptstädte auf. Er fragt Pekka, was die Hauptstadt seines Heimatlandes sei, und Pekka sagt: »Stuttgart.«
Der Geographielehrer sagt: »Sehr lustig.«
Alle lachen, sogar die Traumatisierten.
Der Geographielehrer fragt mich, was die Hauptstadt meines Heimatlandes sei, und ich sage: »Belgrad und Sarajevo und Berlin.«
这几个地方好好笑
我在火车上笑到变形，对面的人也看着我笑，我就念给他听，然后我们一起笑，他说回去也找这本书看
“Im Emmertsgrund reichten einander die Hand: Bosnier und Türken, Griechen und Italiener, Russlanddeutsche, Polendeutsche, Deutschlands Deutsche. […] Die Supermarktschlange sprach sieben Sprachen. […] Auf dem Parkplatz lernten wir voneinander falsches Deutsch.”
”In einer lauen Sommernacht in meinem zweiten deutschen Jahr habe ich dort mein Herz verloren an ein Mädchen mit rotem Haar, das mir versucht hat beizubringen, das Verb stehe in deutschen Relativsätzen immer am Satzende, was ich schon längst wusste, aber sie erklärte so schön.”
”Von unserem einzigen Holländer, dem Michel, der mal bei einer Polizeikontrolle auf die Frage »Geboren?« mit »Ja« geantwortet hatte.”
我鳗鱼 
也是一只自由泳的小鸟
boosted
也是一只自由泳的小鸟
boosted
为什么要禁止未成年人进KTV，禁止成年男的进KTV不更好吗
昨天吃的汉堡叫 Rotkohlchen, 怪可爱的
That girl was born into a prison nation, into darkness, yet she still looked upon her life as a gift, as an opportunity to realise herself in love, to give love, to share her happiness with the world.
[…] And at some point I realised: no, this was not the naivety and folly of a silly young girl who had failed to understand what was going on around her, this was the wisdom of the one who has sent, does send and always shall send girls into this world, no matter what hell we’ve turned it into.
The world around is cold and dark, but into it has been sent a girl so that, candle-like, she might illuminate the all-pervasive human darkness with her need for love.
if you love your Motherland, should you wish her victory or defeat? It’s still not completely clear where the Motherland ends and the regime begins, so entangled have they become.
While still at school I didn’t realize, of course, how hard it must have been for Mum and all our teachers: they were faced with the insoluble problem of teaching children to tell the truth whilst initiating them into a world of lies. The written law requires that truth be told, but the unwritten dictates that if you do, you’ll be facing the music later.
They taught us lies they themselves didn’t believe because they loved and wanted to save us. Of course, they were afraid of wrongly spoken words, but they were afraid for us even more than they were for themselves. The country, after all, was in the grip of a deadly word game. You needed to say the right words and not say the wrong ones. The line had never been drawn, but inside everyone sensed where it lay. Our teachers were trying to save truth-loving youths from folly, to inject them with a life-giving dose of fear. You might feel a little momentary sting, but then you’d have immunity for life.
We may have been badly taught in chemistry or English, but at least we got illustrative lessons in the difficult art of survival—how to say one thing, and think and do another.
学到 Ziekenhuis = Krankenhaus 的时候我还有一点疑惑，为什么是 Zieken，当学到 ziek = krank 的时候我就明白了
荷语不愧是英语和德语大杂烩！
美食治愈我！上次去这家店，店员看到我立刻问我要不要卤鸭翅，今天我去吃粉，只点了一个鸭翅，结果店员立刻送了我一个
教授说他很高兴我找到了我的 Bestimmung，Bestimmung 这个词用得也太好了，我都没敢这么形容。
教授，笑死人了，早先我入组的时候就不太想搞组里那个 topic，当时还觉得这样把自己孤立起来是不是不太好，结果做得还不错，反倒是教授，现在他自己都不想搞那个 topic 了，宁愿搞我搞过的东西。今天在组会上他这么说的，我在想组里另外两个同事什么心态，就差原地解散了吧。
在虚构类文学里吃瘪太多之后就忍不住去找工具书宽慰，起码工具书里一定能有收获。
不知道为什么最近一年无论是看电影还是看书都找不到自己想听的故事，能看的基本上都是关于语言方面的身份认同的，但那也不是我唯一需要的故事。
另外还看了一个短动画，讲妈妈不放心女儿离家，幻化成一只手一直陪伴在身边，但是被女儿刻意忽略直至死去的故事。那个还挺戳的，但我忘了名字..
最近多次想看卡尔维诺，又忍不住看意大利语，又看不大懂，半吊子的悲哀
而且好像一直在看烂书……也不一定特别烂，但都是那种看完之后觉得不看也没多大损失的。很久没有觉得一本书写得特别妙了……除了，也许教科书
