These are terrible days to read a newspaper or watch tv in Germany. Those who do are subjected to an astonishingly relentless barrage of reports marking the opening of The Wall 20 years ago. The people of the ex-DDR are not pleased: 80 percent of the Allgau newspaper's readers wish the anniversary were ignored.
My dentist is very good, way above average, yet she earns less than many mediocre colleagues because she was born, raised and lives in east -- not west -- Berlin. She is not the only one. East pensioners get less money than do westerners. Same for people in most professions. Even garbage collectors and janitors in the east are forced to get by on less per hour than do those in the west. Twenty years after the Berlin Wall opened, discriminatory pay is legal. In fact, it is mandated under German law.
Nadine was here today, bringing with her a tasty surprise -- the most delicious Virgin Mary's that Berlin has ever known.
There was snow this morning, big, elongated, wet flakes which, if they had not been white, would be under investigation. Doris sounded excited on the phone. She was driving to KaDeWe and saw a big snowflake graphic appear on her dashboard. I noticed them the old school way, through my bedroom window.
Early Monday evening everything went hooey. It began with the sensation of a jolt inside my cranium and was followed by the perception that bolts of energy were racing every which way along pathways inside my brain. Now, two days later, despite sleep, I feel exhausted. Three weeks of rest are ahead.