Everyone has gone stir-crazy for the World Cup soccer. There are big screens set up around town and today, Jorge, Jeremy and José rocked up to class a little wrecked and hungover after watching Brazil last night. José kept snuggling into the comforting crook of his elbow and murmuring: “Ich bin so müde, ich muß schlafen” (“I am so tired, I really must sleep”), Jorge kept declaring “Bi-tte!! (“please!!”) in the his best Italian accent to everyone and anyone who would listen, while Jeremy just smiled broadly and vaguely and took the opportunity to throw Jose the Mexican sign for “Get f*cked!” (ie you make a fist with your right hand and then swing your arm backwards over your shoulder)– just because Jorge had taught him it and like any good pupil, he wanted to apply this newly acquired piece of knowledge immediately. He and Jorge laughed loudly and high-fived after he’d executed the manoeuvre, José shook his head thoroughly unimpressed, and Nancy and I tsked disapprovingly.
Today’s montage captures the cuteness of Freiburg: shelves of flowers at the Münster markets, hundreds of people dressed as Super Mario lining the street, a babelicious fireman after someone set off the fire alarm and we all had to evacuate, a psychedelic heart etched in chalk on the park pathway, and a hiking boot turned flower pot on someone’s porch.
Phrase of the day: “Was ist passiert?” meaning “What’s happened?”– because that’s what everyone kept saying during the fire evacuation until the hunky fireman came and swiftly restored peace and order.