Der Irische Berliner came to Berlin on St. Patrick’s Day 2008, to live, love, and learn all there was to be lived, loved, and learned in this wonderful city. And for Kürbiskernbrot. Expecting the school German learned 13 years previously to come flooding back as soon as he stepped on German soil, he was disappointed to find it didn’t. Na ja! He was consequently relieved to find Berliners love to have their language butchered by foreigners, a phenomenon described as niedlich. Two stolen bikes, five mobile phones, and countless Sternis later, he doesn’t see any reason to live anywhere else, especially when every day is an adventure of unpredictable possibilities, probabilities, and potentialities. When not working on amusing alliteration combinations or ignoring Betreten Verboten signs, he works as a freelance journalist whose raving reports and rantings can be found on www.irishberliner.com.
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expat living in Germany