tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915444177822430212.post7221167625662097917..comments2023-07-03T15:27:16.872+02:00Comments on From the Big Apple to the Big Bear and Back...: Out by the (Winterfeld) MarketG in Berlinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11168975470282994167noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915444177822430212.post-63113021528777688902008-05-09T17:14:00.000+02:002008-05-09T17:14:00.000+02:00I understand exactly. My German s-i-l looks down h...I understand exactly. My German s-i-l looks down his nose for the most part at most things/products American. Yet he is recognized academically here by Americans in a way that probably would not happen if he were settled in Germany. I think it's something about the shame associated with the whole holocaust thing . . . ? They need to feel superior in whatever way they can, and the things you pointAlice at Wintersonghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01237831365868018265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915444177822430212.post-15302998351677054162008-05-05T20:07:00.000+02:002008-05-05T20:07:00.000+02:00Well, that explains why tere is a heart on the bus...Well, that explains why tere is a heart on the business card:-)G in Berlinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11168975470282994167noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4915444177822430212.post-51219340900942435672008-05-05T13:13:00.000+02:002008-05-05T13:13:00.000+02:00We hear Habibi all the time here... sweetie, sweet...We hear Habibi all the time here... sweetie, sweetheart... I love you! LOL For us foreign chicks it is more insulting that a compliment.Lyndahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03037350189933791568noreply@blogger.com