GERMANY
I think today might mark the first ever real step in actually practising speaking German in a practical situation.
I was in the staffroom earlier; there's this particular teacher who I don't often speak to, but whenever I've heard her speaking, either with myself or colleagues, she spouts off the most godawful bullshit, probably because she has nothing of any real substance to contribute. You know when you make stuff up just to be involved in a conversation? No, me neither.
I don't know. I don't care.
Anyway, the talk somehow flowed toward the second world war and the involvement of various countries, at which point our heroine said that "Britain had a more minor role during the war"
I shit you not. Britain had a minor role in the second world war, apparently.
Now, I'm usually a long way off caring about the banter of stupid people to even bother piping up and interjecting my own opinions, nor am I overly patriotic, but mother of god, did the urge to correct this shit simply overwhelm me.
I leaned back from my computer and begun a wikipedia-esque breakdown of British involvement in the second world war, from the Battle of Britain, to North Africa and the Normandy campaigns, taking care to point out that we had been at war for over a year before the Americans became involved, and 2 years before they even begun combat operations.
I'm all for the Germans being able to talk about the war, but her then outrightly rejecting what I said was still a bit rich. Conveniently some relative of hers is some variety of expert and has written an article about the extent of involvement in WW2, which pretty much makes her correct about everything, obviously.
Well, weren't we in luck. My flatmate Bernd, who loves England and Churchill and all that jazz, and who is also insanely clever at everything shot back with some absolute gold about British Intelligence breaking nazi codes that would otherwise have led to our defeat. 1 nil for convenience! This shut her the hell up for a short while, but she inevitably managed to swing the conversation away to some other subject she could make up as she went along.
I consider it a guiltily proud moment when I defend my country's second world war legacy against the Germans.
That's about it really. According to my stats, someone found this blog by searching for "blog chocomel max germany" in a search engine. That person - you made my day.
I think today might mark the first ever real step in actually practising speaking German in a practical situation.
I was in the staffroom earlier; there's this particular teacher who I don't often speak to, but whenever I've heard her speaking, either with myself or colleagues, she spouts off the most godawful bullshit, probably because she has nothing of any real substance to contribute. You know when you make stuff up just to be involved in a conversation? No, me neither.
I don't know. I don't care.
Anyway, the talk somehow flowed toward the second world war and the involvement of various countries, at which point our heroine said that "Britain had a more minor role during the war"
I shit you not. Britain had a minor role in the second world war, apparently.
Now, I'm usually a long way off caring about the banter of stupid people to even bother piping up and interjecting my own opinions, nor am I overly patriotic, but mother of god, did the urge to correct this shit simply overwhelm me.
I leaned back from my computer and begun a wikipedia-esque breakdown of British involvement in the second world war, from the Battle of Britain, to North Africa and the Normandy campaigns, taking care to point out that we had been at war for over a year before the Americans became involved, and 2 years before they even begun combat operations.
I'm all for the Germans being able to talk about the war, but her then outrightly rejecting what I said was still a bit rich. Conveniently some relative of hers is some variety of expert and has written an article about the extent of involvement in WW2, which pretty much makes her correct about everything, obviously.
Well, weren't we in luck. My flatmate Bernd, who loves England and Churchill and all that jazz, and who is also insanely clever at everything shot back with some absolute gold about British Intelligence breaking nazi codes that would otherwise have led to our defeat. 1 nil for convenience! This shut her the hell up for a short while, but she inevitably managed to swing the conversation away to some other subject she could make up as she went along.
I consider it a guiltily proud moment when I defend my country's second world war legacy against the Germans.
That's about it really. According to my stats, someone found this blog by searching for "blog chocomel max germany" in a search engine. That person - you made my day.
