After my second stop at KaDeWe, we walked to the SONY center. It was a square with shops and tables and such, with large screen TV’s out in the open and a pretty wild sound system to show concerts and such. I scored the best Italian gelato I have ever had. The person handing me the cone (with cappuccino flavor, of course) told me it was the best. He did not lie.
From there we went back to the Reichstag, or German Parliament building. After getting through airport security more stringent than some airports, we went up to the top of the dome. The dome is open on top to provide ventilation to the Parliament floor through a vortex shaped cone. Fabricius told me that so much hot air comes out of Parliament that snow and rain evaporate before they ever reach the floor. Also, people in Parliament sit on the left side if they are left (or liberal) and on the right if they are right (or conservatives). I never thought your political bend would change your place of seating. It would be wild to see it tried in the
I think most students were burnt out at this point because they were lying down on the benches. Sandman was the lucky recipient of a vogel bomb. Many people say that getting muted on by birds flying above is good luck. I never see flying fecal matter as lucky. That’s just me, though.
As everyone was waiting to take the elevator down, I took a few minutes to stand in the open air and take in the sight of the skyline of
When I finally had gotten my head around all that, I took the elevator down to the ground level and we took a bus to the Alexanderplatz, where I had to make sure Erin could have her first Doener, as I had promised all day long with my “Doeners for Dinner” campaign slogan. I was finally able to order my own; this time with the red schaff sauce because Sandman thought it would explode my head. Erin also managed to get a suitable doener (even though I can't type the cool oomlau) and was seen here before Snoop Foggy Fogg showed up and caused mass hysteria and near rioting. Eventually Fogg had to cave in and give up her vegetarian ways and she decided that now was as good as ever so there were doerners, doerners, everywhere. Everyone else there next took turns making the two girls laugh so hard they were spitting up Doerner and collapsing to floor to avoid “making water”. It really wasn’t fair. They were so tired, it was easy pickings. Note to anyone: just cite any part of Jeff Dunham’s Achmed Routine and the two of them are done. Totally and completely done. Don't believe me, call Erin and Fogg over and read the following to them in a an Apu from the Simpsons voice (or Achmed if you know how to do it): Knock, knock. Whose there? Me. I kill you. If you don’t get it, you probably don’t understand Peanut Butter Jelly Time, either. But that doesn't mean its not gold. Just ask Laija.
After taking the S-Bahn, we went back to the Sunflower Hostel where I sat at a table in the main room while students blogged, played foozeball, and joked around in the Yellow Submarine Room. While I was there, I picked up a piece of German Literature and tried to read aloud to work on my pronunciation prowess and look for common spelling patterns. It dawned on me, finally, what Baba must have felt like in The Kite Runner. I have two degrees and teach writing and literature. Reading aloud, even I knew I sounded like, at worst, totally illiterate and dimwitted and at best, like a first grader and foolish. I get now to a small degree what it must feel like to be so accomplished in your own country but then to emigrate to a different one where you are reduced to being a gas station attendant. I mean, he went from building hospitals to pumping gas.
Finally, Woody, Sandman,