The Berlin winter might have caught up with me. The Filipino sunshine that I’ve bottled up from home and has kept me bubbly for the past week is now dim.
I’m depressed. I don’t know why exactly or if it even merits attention.
Perhaps, it’s because Peter scolded me for being 8 minutes late to class after I booked for a cheap bus ride to Paris with Joanna, another Filipino participant. Yeah, it could have started there. But I decided to bounce back. Quickly. We’re going to France! That’s important, right?
But then we had an exercise in class where we had to think of what to put on our project website. I thought our group did quite well: We had the most topics, we had the most ideas…but it wasn’t enough apparently. So, I felt that I failed. Pffft.
Or probably because the day of hearts is fast approaching and I still have no one to share it with. Being in a foreign land at this tiome could prove to be depressing. Haysh.
It’s been almost two weeks since I arrived in Berlin and I haven’t wriiten a blog that’s worth posting. I blame it on the cold weather. Everyone else does.
For the past few days I’ve been awestruck by the discipline Germans put on time. I wish I could bottle up their discipline and give a spoonful to one friend in particular who always puts Filipino patience to the test with his time management skills.
I have to give myself a pat on the back however, because since the course began, I have never been late. In fact, I am one of the earliest in class.
Right now, I’m only one of five people who managed to get to the InWent classroom in Stresemastasse. Danke!
Lately I’ve been bored. It must have been because of the routine. Every day I wake up at 6 a.m. (on the average), cook my breakfast (average-eggs), take a hot shower (average-temperature), dress up (average-looking) and thenwalk to the train station and take two rides to class.
I’m not enjoying Berlin like this. I have to break the routine. But how? I’m constantly sleepy and tired. The snow is making the street so slippery and not conducive to walking.
It’s also very cold here. I already have an ear infection. And I’m constipated!
Berlin is a beautiful freezer in wintertime.
I discovered this first hand when I almost slipped on the ice-covered cobbled street, as I was getting a closer look at the collosal Branderburger Tor in the German capital’s iconic Parisier Platz.
Everywhere you look, the city is just brrreathtaking. Emphasis needs to be made to the’ brr’ because when we toured this German city it was -8 degrees.
A first time traveler outside the (dis)comforts of tropical Manila, would easily get turned off by the bitter German winter. But not me. I embraced the cold weather like a lost brother — the bastard son of my womanizing father.
I had my smile frozen. Literally.
I arrived in Berlin on Sunday midnight and immediately, I was greeted by an unfamiliar smile that I thought eluded this part of Europe. I was warned: “Berliners are not the friendliest of people. They are often gloomy and quite irritable.”
But that’s not what welcomed me in the airport. Our tour assistant, Tania Masi, a tall Italian-German woman greeted us with the warmest hello that is comparable with that from Filipinos.
“Did you have a good flight? I hope you forgive our winter,” Tania said, her smile beaming through.
“I’m freezing but I’m enjoying every minute of it,” I told her back.