The glitter revolution

0105 The glitter revolution

Living in Germany is great. I’ve talked to quite a few expats in recent times, most of whom confirmed that they have made a conscious choice of living here based on the standard of living, quality of life, benefits for families, social security and so on. There’s plenty to love about this beautiful country. However, one thing strikes many foreigners about Germans. What annoying quality might I be talking about?

Granted, Germans are perceived by most other cultures as rather direct and straightforward. But while this may take some getting used to, it is not always viewed as an altogether bad thing.

One thing, though, that does get pointed out to me time and again in conversations with immigrants (and that I myself find utterly annoying) is that Germans have a penchant for what I call ULOSIPping (unsolicited lecturing of strangers in public). This may occur in any situation, but there are two spheres where it tends to be applied most: traffic and parenting. Anyone staying in this country for more than a week will certainly experience instances of ulosipping. Let me give you two examples from our recent family life.

Situation 1: My English husband is cycling on the pavement with our four-year-old. Everyday occurrence in Cologne, as it has been permitted under the Traffic Code of North Rhine Westphalia (the German state we live in) for quite a while now for parents accompanying young children on bikes to ride on the pavement with them. An elderly couple comes along and the man feels it is his duty as a citizen to step in as Batman’s wing man and right a wrong here. But not only does he yell (like so many do), ‘This is a pavement, not a cycle path!’ – No, while doing this, he extends his arm in front of him across the pavement, so as to force Mr K off his bike. As this came as quite a surprise, my husband had to brake really hard, which made my four-year-old bump into him and fall off her bike.

Situation 2: I am crossing the street with my two children. Because of their height they obviously can’t see above the cars parked on the curb, so they step forward (as they’ve been taught in kindergarten police traffic training) to the edge of the cars so they can see if the road is clear. Zooming past us from behind on the pavement is a middle-aged berserk woman on her bike screaming ‘Get those children off the road! They’re about to get flattened!’ as she cycles across and back on the pavement again on the other side. I was so perplexed that it took me a moment to find my speech. Then I said, ‘Oh yes, by you, it seems like.’

Riding my bike about town a lot, I’m used to getting yelled abuse at, such as ‘The most wicked kamikaze cyclists are mothers without children!’ or ‘It’s not I who has to look out, it’s you!’ Or I get beeped at just because I’m there and cars need to slow down because of me. (Oh, the cheek of me, just being there, breathing!)

Also, strangers in Germany tend to tell parents and/or their children how to behave. When a child loses it at the supermarket, there is always a concerned mother or elderly woman (yes, they tend to be female) around the next corner who knows what’s best and will make sure to let you know. And often insist.

As my English husband points out, in his country, you would think those things but not say them out loud. Of course, not saying what you really think can also go the other way, but seriously, queens: a little less policing would do you full-blooded Teutons good!

I have a suspicion that, for some reason, Germans have a primeval craving to be right – myself included; I’m not entirely free from that either (as Mr K would be hard-pressed to deny). It seems to be in our DNA. I for one have been doing lots of yoga, Pilates and soul-searching and working on this in recent years, and I do find that, in spite of my genetic make-up, I’m gradually getting better at the initially ludicrous idea of loving myself and others.

So, my lovelies: A little more benevolence and warm-heartedness in everyday life would make social interaction so much easier, more pleasant and more joyful for everyone. Why not just break into song or start to tango the next time someone has a go at you? Or buy them a drink or wish them a wonderful day from the bottom of your heart. Imagine we all did this from now on – this is how revolutions get started. Kill them with kindness and feel the love, queens! (I think I’ve been QE’d beyond hope – I like!)

The Pommes Buddha says: When life’s a bitch, just sprinkle some glitter on her!

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Glücksrad

Fahrradweg

England ist das Land der … Was fällt einem da spontan ein? Dichter und Denker? Sicherlich. Romantischen Gärten? Durchaus. Radfahrer? Ganz bestimmt nicht. Doch neulich traute ich meinen Augen kaum, sah ich auf der Insel doch einen Menschen sich auf einer Landstraße auf einem Fahrrad fortbewegen. Ein Zufall?

Rührend war, dass dieser Mensch genau so aussah, wie mein englischer Ehemann deutsche Trekking-Urlauber beschreibt: heillos überausgerüstet. Man hatte jedenfalls den Eindruck, dass hier der Drahtesel nicht zweckmäßig als Fortbewegungsmittel eingesetzt, sondern vielmehr als Sportgerät genutzt wurde.

Das Fahrrad als Vehikel wird jedoch auch in England beliebter. Der Londoner Oberbürgermeister Boris Johnson, der sich in seiner Heimat selbst immer wieder gern als passionierter Radler inszeniert, eröffnete Ende 2015 die erste britische Radfahrer-Autobahn.

Ah, die Autobahn – Schauplatz so manchen Emotionskontrollverlusts! Im Englischen gibt’s den wunderbaren Ausdruck road rage (Lehnwortalarm!). Wer wie ich jüngst das Buch The Chimp Paradox von Steve Peters gelesen hat, wird aus Kräften versuchen, es nicht persönlich zu nehmen, wenn ein Bergheimer BMW mal wieder den Fahrradweg mit der Rechtsabbiegespur verwechselt … Oooommmmm! (Peters sagt auch, man soll nicht in Stereotypen denken.)

Aber road rage funktioniert natürlich auch umgekehrt (Diese rücksichtslosen Radfahrer!) oder gar innerhalb der eigenen Sippe. Ich fahre am liebsten hinter verantwortungsbewussten Radfahrern, zu erkennen an Helm und Warnweste, und denen, die nichts dem Zufall überlassen, zu erkennen an dem zusätzlichen Regenschutz auf dem Fahrradhelm. Da sind keine unvorhergesehenen Bewegungen zu erwarten.

Zum Bürgerkrieg unter Radfahrern gibt es ein Schmankerl aus dem coolen New York. Obgleich diese Stadt für Radfahrer wieder ganz anders tickt, passen die Kategorien unterschiedlicher Radler-Archetypen, die der Bike Snob in diesem sehr unterhaltsamen Artikel umreißt, meiner Meinung nach wunderbar auf die meisten Großstädte dieser Welt.

Übrigens, ein super Fahrrad-Reparaturladen in Köln ist Portz am Ring. Freundliche Mitarbeiter, faire Preise, super Service, zentrale Lage.

Und nächste Woche kommen wir den Siezern auf die Spur.

Der Pommes-Buddha sagt: Ein Rad kommt selten allein.

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