Liv Hambrett

Germany + Australia + Culture + Motherhood + Home

Travel: Germany

Home & Hosed

Whenever I fly back home to Germany, there are several constants that greet me, let me know in the event there was any doubt, that I am headed in the right direction. It starts at the gate of whatever country I am flying out of. Immediately, I spot the Germs. I can’t quite put my finger on how they are so visually identifiable – to say ‘functional clothing’ and ‘sensible shoes’ feels too easy. As does noting the statistical likelihood they will be in possession of a rucksack. But there is a solidity to the Germans, that sets them apart from the other nationalities at the gate. Really, I suppose, it is a familiarity. Something about them gives them away, quite like the tall lad who sat next to me on the plane, pulling out a lunchbox packed with a ham sandwich and bakery treats, gave him away. (Have you noticed Germans are real snack packers? They seem to take sandwiches everywhere.) The same way, I suppose, that I knew the woman who launched herself at me in the flight attendant galley and relieved me of die Lüdde in one fell swoop was an Aussie. Aussies launch into conversations with anybody and everybody, it’s a special skill of ours.

Another constant, and I love this one, is the friendliness of the Federal Police at passport control. Their warm smiles as they greet you and politely ask for your documents. The possibility shimmering in the air that they might even ask you how you are. The atmosphere of trust and general pleasantness. It just makes me feel part of things, you know, like I belong. Especially after a long flight, especially considering I am en route home – I am calling the country I am attempting to enter home, stop looking at me like I am trying to sneak in and single-handedly unravel the fabric of German society – their good humour is like a balm to my weary soul. Welcome home, I always murmur to myself, as I spring through the gates, my very non EU passport clutched in hand. Behind me the next poor sod steps up and greets the booth with a winning smile, passport proffered.

Stepping out of the airport, it is invariably worse weather than the place I flew in from. Another constant. It is almost always colder, and most times, a deeper shade of grey. The needle like rain and impossibly grey skies in Düsseldorf that welcomed me when I flew in from Greece in 2010, seemed to set this precedent. It was September and I was confidently dressed in leggings and a long singlet. In the car I pulled on a thin cotton cardigan and had the shivery realisation my suitcase contained horribly, horribly insufficient clothing. These days, I am going home to a completely sufficient wardrobe, but I am almost always clad in leggings, a long singlet and a thin cotton cardigan. Why not pack a coat and boots for the return home? My suitcase is invariably full to bursting with other things acquired on the trip – like a tea set that once belonged to my Nana – and I am not yet, and perhaps never will be, an organised, practical Germ. (Here I will also confess to losing die Lüdde’ socks on the flight and carrying her out of the airport with nackten Füßen. She was swaddled in a pashmina, fear not.)

And the final stalwart of returning home to Germany, is the grocery shop. In each and every aisle, I give thanks for the cheapness of German supermarkets. Nappies for 5.75€, not $30 (Singapore, I am looking at you). Abundant cheese for a couple of euro, not upwards of $9 (Australia, don’t deny it, your cheese prices are criminal). A bunch of lovely flowers for 3€ (have you also noticed that German cities seem to house at least one florist per fifty inhabitants?). I trot home, my canvas bags filled, and feel very smug about the layout of Germany’s mid-size cities that negate the need for a car to perform the most basic tasks. I fire up a heater or two, roll out the Hausschuhe, and make a pot of tea with my teekanne mit kerze. 

Cool weather, cool Federal Police, cool grocery prices. Home and hosed.

 

14 Comments

  1. Hemborgwife

    25 February, 2015 at 11:55 am

    At the airport we always play spot the Swedes! There is something really nice about being so familiar with your adopted country that the natives stand out so easily!

    1. Liv

      27 February, 2015 at 6:26 am

      Swedes also always have the brightest tans!

      1. Hemborgwife

        27 February, 2015 at 1:02 pm

        haha they tend to veer into the orange category but it is always a big joke with us!

        1. Liv

          27 February, 2015 at 2:15 pm

          Exxxxactly what I said to my Mum the other day – you can pick a Swede when travelling because they have orange tans.

  2. Ole

    25 February, 2015 at 2:42 pm

    Schöner Artikel! Meinst Du mit „teekanne mit kerze“ ein Stövchen? 😉

    1. Southcoast

      25 February, 2015 at 11:03 pm

      Are you joking about the boarder police? Never found them particularly friendly when going back to Germany although I had a nice chat with the guy at passport control after my daughter asked him where he sleeps as she couldn’t see a bed in his booth!

      1. Liv

        26 February, 2015 at 6:07 am

        Toooootally joking! And that is a really, really cute question your daughter asked.

    2. Liv

      27 February, 2015 at 6:26 am

      Ich meine genau http://copped.de/genuss/wmf-smartea-teekanne/

      Ein Stövchen sieht ein bisschen großer aus?

  3. Sabine

    25 February, 2015 at 11:07 pm

    I always laugh so hard about “die Lüdde” – that’s even a strange (but cute) word for me as I’m from Southern Germany,

    1. Liv

      26 February, 2015 at 6:08 am

      Hahahaha, it is so cute – so many Plattdeutsch words are!

  4. Ginger

    26 February, 2015 at 10:31 pm

    I know what you mean about spotting Germans in their ‘functional clothing’ and ‘sensible shoes’ – a gay friend of mine once admitted she had taken me for a lesbian at first, but then she realised I was German … I don’t think she meant that as a compliment, though 😉

    1. Liv

      27 February, 2015 at 6:20 am

      Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha, oh God, I just absolutely lost it. That is brilliant!

  5. Michael Whelan

    27 February, 2015 at 12:22 am

    Liv you have that gift of all great writers. You completely wrap your readers in the feeling they are sharing in the moment with you. All of your experiences in and about Germany have been brilliant , and giving birth to your daughter there showed me you have real Aussie grit. I admire that trait in my Aussie friends. Liv I have told you this before and I will say it again. You are one very cool lady which means yourhusband Is cool and you guys come together to form one very oool international family. Everything about living in two places will be so awesome for the broadening of her outlook and fluently moving between languages is really valuable on personal and professional levels.

    Loveand Thoughts Always

    1. Liv

      27 February, 2015 at 2:16 pm

      Thank you so much Michael. I love reading your comments – you always make me feel so good about myself haha!

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