{"id":3248,"date":"2018-04-01T03:05:48","date_gmt":"2018-04-01T03:05:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.sometimesraw.com--precise\/?p=3248"},"modified":"2018-04-01T03:05:48","modified_gmt":"2018-04-01T03:05:48","slug":"ze-germans-a-closer-look","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sometimesraw.com\/?p=3248","title":{"rendered":".Ze Germans – A closer look."},"content":{"rendered":"

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“Germans are really awesome,” my friend told me the other day. Are we? Being German in Canada means, I, of course, have my “homesick-store” where I can get German cookies, sausages, sauerkraut and Christmas Stollen and Gl\u00fchwein in the winter. I go to this store at least once a month (conveniently close to my school!) to get a warm “Leberk\u00e4sbr\u00f6tchen” for lunch since one can only stress-eat Tim Horton’s breakfast sandwiches for so long. <\/span><\/p>\n

When I tell people I am from Germany, the first reaction usually is: WOW, OKTOBERFEST! Well, honestly, having lived in Munich for a couple of years, this is really what many Germans occupy themselves with for the last weeks in September. It seems like everybody loves Oktoberfest. Lederhosen, Dirndls, cuckoo clocks, greasy sausages, sauerkraut and of course hoisting around one-liter Steins of extra strong brewski while rocking back and forth to Schlager<\/a><\/strong>.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Outside of Munich, it’s a different story. Fun fact: Oktoberfest originally was a public feast honoring the marriage of the Crown Prince Ludwig to Therese of Saxe-Hildburghausen in 1810<\/a><\/strong>. I mean, until pretty recently, Germany<\/a><\/strong> was a tangled network of Electorates and even today, every region has its own dialect and weird festivals and culture. Does this all sound like “beer” to you?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n