Monday, January 2, 2012

What's Brewing in Bremen

 I have to admit Germany was a lot like I expected: tidey, clean, organized cities and public transportation, mainly white people, and the impeccably recognizable German language. 

Upon arriving to Hamburg after spending many weeks in Italy, I immediately noticed a difference in cleanliness, efficiency, and general organization. In Hamburg I was greeted with my good friend from Ghana, Miriam Pahl, who greeted me with a Ghanaian flag in hand (and who graciously took me in for a whole week at her apartment in Bremen, 1 hour from Hamburg). 

Everywhere were things that lived up to my expectations.  Like the the fancy jet-engine hand dryers in the bathroom that dry your hands in 10 seconds!...    ...or how the metro from the airport to Hamburg links up with another train while in transit....    ...or the cleanliness of the train interior (and exterior: I actually saw an automatic train-washing machine - not existent in Italy I'm sure!)

The other big thing was the popularity of bicycles in Bremen - and bikes of all types too: some that recline as you pedal, some carrying a trailer with a baby, or a basket holding a pair of puppies. Everyone bikes - school children, middle-aged people, people in business suits, and the elderly.  But as you would guess, safety and traffic strategy take on a new meaning in Bremen.  All these things came as quite a shock after coming from Italy:
signs guiding pedestrians/bikers to all surrounding suburbs
  • cross walks which people usually obey
  • bike lanes (red brick quite consistently) between the street and sidewalk, and usually on both sides of the road.
  • extensive bike trails (paved) which
    • are clearly marked with signs which lead you to virtually any part of the city or suburbs
    • are void of motorized traffic
    • are widely used by people living in the suburbs who commute daily
notice the wind turbines; Leif's job deals with the legal issues pertaining to  the installation of these privately-owned machines; they're common along highways and outside of heavily populated zones
On one day, Miriam and I biked at least 30 km north of the city to see the country-side.  Quite flat, wetlands, farms amongst residences as well as in wider, more rural areas (seem to be owned by some sort of co-op as opposed to a family or corporation).  And no dustbowls here, just green and lush. 

And then there was beer. I had quite a few admirable brews, among them Beck's (sold internationally, I know, but brewed in Bremen itself), Jever, and Hovels (put a double dot on the 'o').  German beer culture is hard to miss. Pubs dot every street, and pub-frequenting is deeply engrained in the culture. Fundamentalists, as I call them, were evidently never able to meddle with this aspect of their society, as was the case (and still is) in America. 











I was a complete failure when it came to picking up the language.  English may technically be a Germanic language, but I would argue that it is much easier for an American to learn a Romantic language like Italian. I am told that Old German was a lot more like English, but is no longer spoken.  I come away from Deutschland with only these:

Dunke (thanks)
Hallo (obvious)
Shus (bye)
Hackbraten
Sheiss die Wan dan!  (shit the wall) (sorry for the vulgarity)

Bremen had a good-sized daily outdoor market which sold fresh foods mainly. I stopped by for some bratworst, but had to settle for Herbsensuppe (chickpea soup) (mmmmm). Although I never got that bratworst, I got to try several delicious sausage dishes, and a traditional dish called Hackbraten (cabbage, potatoes, and minced beef).  On the weekend, Miriam's boyfriend's (Leif) parents invited us all to a bbq at their country home. DELICIOUS.  BBq'd lamb and pork.  
the dom
sir roland

rathaus
The main sites in Bremen are the townhouse (Rathaus), the statue of Roland the Knight in front (a sort of Robin Hood I believe), the rather small statue of the town musicians (characters from a Brothers Grimm fairytale who were from Bremen),  the Beck's Brewery, the university, and the iconic, two-towered Dom (double dot that 'o') (evangelical Lutheran). 

Bremen's extensive riverside park
Perhaps my favorite thing about Bremen was its parks. A major river flows alongside the city center. But the entire riverside vista area was left undeveloped (although grassed over), and serves as a sort of retreat from the city which surrounds it. 

Still, the truly impressive natural area lies behind the train station, north of the city. I would estimate its size at 80 acres or so.  It includes canals for kayaks, a gazillion pathways (it's easy to get lost), and it is well-used.  

And that reminds me of 4 additional things I saw which proved my pre-conceived expectations (aka stereotypes):

  • city employees along the river use a blow torch to burn the weeds between the cracks in the cement
  • a woman using a knife to scratch out the weeds between bricks in her driveway
  • city worker cleaning a glass bus stop shelter
  • the automatic train wash

meet Leif, Miriam, and Nike
On Saturday, Leif, Miriam, Nike (Miriam's best friend, really funny girl, can make incredible sound effects) went into Hamburg for the day. We climbed the Michel (double dot on the 'e'), a cathedral, visited a war monument  (a ruined cathedral),  ate some traditional German cuisine, and stopped in some dancing joints along the Reeperbahn.  Ever heard of the Reeperbahn?  The world-famous red-light district where the Beatles first gained fame.  Oh, and prostitutes, never-ending parties, and otherwise Amsterdam in Germany.

busiest harbor I've ever seen - Hamburg
On the Church
I came at an interesting time to Germany because the pope and I were visiting the country at the same time.  Protests were underway because of  his address to the German parliament (separation of church and state, no?).  We got into talking about religion a bit, and reasons for its decline in Germany (the decline in church attendance was largely the focus of the pope's journey to his home country). Leif explained to me that there just isn't a need for it anymore.  People live happily and peacefully without.  At a time of relative harmony in Germany, the church is no longer as necessary. The church could not keep up with the times, per say.  And so people left.  In Africa people need the church and God to give them hope.  But here, people get along fine without, Leif told me.  In fact, church-going people, he perceives, often irritate the harmony.  I'll explain:  The people that Leif described as "churchgoers" in his country seemed to fit my definition of (what I call) fundamentalists - that is, people, who instead of being freed by their religion, are blinded by it.  Leif told me about Christians he knew who viewed homosexuality as a disease. This seems a very fundamentalist way of thinking. They see world issues through the "Law" that Jesus warned us against instead of using their own conscious.  

Leif went on: Germany has had quite a history in the business of "putting up walls" and if that is what the church seeks to continue, then there is no place in Germany for the church.  (This is the message, the answer that the pope seeks in his trip to Germany, but I'm sure he is blinded from it, God bless his soul.)  My opinion (especially since I recently listened to a lecture by Richard Rohr about the Church's many mistakes) is that the church has strayed from its true role.  It has failed to provide the type of servant-based, humility-based, conscious-based, community environment that is the REAL teaching of Jesus.  Coincidently, last Sunday's gospel (Matthew 23: 1-12) is very relevant as it was a warning about religion.  As my guru Fred Mercadante said in an email, "True religion for Jesus is religion that serves others and lifts them up.  True religion is practiced with humility.  That is how our covenant with God is truly realized."  Being a Catholic myself, it is frustrating to see that what is preached is not what is practiced.

Sorry for the big tangent on religion. But it's important. Especially as immigrant Muslims put up mosques everywhere (although they blend in with the city, Bremen has 20).  I mention this only because I hope that German Christians will exercise more religious tolerance than their American counterparts (anti-Muslim sentiments in America, I'm sure, are rooted in the fundamentalist culture).  

Just so I don't forget (I thought it was quite interesting): When I asked about current German impressions of America, Leif said that as long as he could remember (growing up in the '90s), Germans and Europeans in general viewed Americans and our 'culture' as 'cool.'  The American way of life was somewhat envied. Until 9/11. "Then something changed," Leif told me. 

Being in Europe got me thinking a lot about the US, especially in terms of our foreign policy, and our habit of meddling in everyone else's business, all over the world.  While in Germany, one of the major headlines was the Palestinian appeal to the UN for a grant of statehood.  In expected anti-Palestine, pro-Israeli, American fashion, the US stated that its diplomats would not be present at the appeal hearing and would never ever support a Palestinian state.  My deal: how can Palestinians live peacefully if they don't have a place to call their own??  I thought that was just dumb.

Wrapping this up... North Germany is lovely and far beyond my part of the US (the South) in terms of infrastructure, intelligent city planning, and also more important things like acceptance and diversity.  I've been told I should not generalize all of Germany as parts (especially the east) are not so developed.  Specifically, I can easily see how Bremen would be a nice place to call your home.  River, parks, ability to walk anywhere, bike paths, not far from countryside, pub life, lack of ugly buildings/industrial buildings in city area, the university, people outside enjoying life....the list goes on.  

this one to prove i was there

RHCP, far beyond california
best up-close pic i've ever shot









Finding altitude in Toscana

During my stay at Pignano, Rahul contacted me about pre-employment trip he was planning on taking before starting with Bosch.  He would visit family in Ireland, friends in Germany and France, and me if I would agree. I remember I initially turned him down b/c I had just booked my fares for Norway and Germany and wanted more time for wwoofing.  But I came round, saw the error in my ways, and told him to come on round. Vieni!

Rahul came in September for three nights in Firenze, during which we camped (Italian style) above the city.  (We both recommend the place, called "Camping Michelangelo" which is situated on a hill just across the Arno from the city, and within walking distance.  For 14 euros per night, enjoy a pre-pitched army-style/walk-in tent with bunk beds, and great views even from the public bathrooms.)

From climbing to the top of the dome of the duomo to drinking wine from the steps in front of a "Michael" on the hill above the city to trekking in the mountains east of Florence, the whole shin-dig was full of great views.




Rahul; background is il ponte vecchio (old bridge) - only one not to fall during WWII; used to be for butchers, but today jewelers

Notice the very Tuscan fascade w/ green on white, and stripes
 For the second day, I invited Pignano residents Anna, Maria, and Veronika to join Rahul and I for a day in Florence.
The Slovakians - Maria, Anna and Veronika - and Rahul

This pic is from the base of the dome, high above the altar; heaven is at top, hell on bottom

Climbing the between 2 domes; the ceiling is the outer dome - the roof

Looking towards front of duomo; campanile =bell tower

gang's all here
I think it was this night that we stopped in for a showing of some Italian film about the Risorgimento - Italy's revolution for the unification of its states and the reclaiming of papal lands. It was put on by a study abroad program through NYU. After 3 hours of subtitles and a very Italian (unhappy) ending, we heading up the hill.

 On the third day, Rahul and I decided we wanted to somehow transcend all the obvious tourist stuff - museums and monuments - and see some nature.  So we took a bus (or 2) about 40-50 km northeast of Florence (stopping in Pontassieve for a long time) to spend the day hiking.
Mountains near Castagne d'Andrea
 Having reached the peak after some 2.5 hours or so, we learned of a nearby waterfall described by Dante.  After meticulously calculating the amount of time we could devote to reaching it before having to head back to catch our return bus to florence, we set off hiking up a winding road.  After a pretty trying climb, we came to this sign which told us there was much more to go.  Unfortunately, we were out of time, and had to set off down the mountain.  With an occasional jog, I might add.
"Valley of Aquacheta" - This valley famous for the waterfall which Dante recorded in canto 16 of his Inferno has immense significance, esp. its cultural and historical landscape.  Visitors are invited to do so with respect.



 After heading back to Florence, this time via Dicomano, we stopped in for a showing of Monty Python's Meaning of Life - in Italian. Yup, somebody was showing it in their front yard with a projector.
A well-placed Rahul. 


Early, early in the morning. (Rahul had to be at the train station at 5:30)

Also very early