My host Robin is on the right and his MutterMarita is on the left. This picture, like the next two, are the room in which I sleep.
Before I took my nap, I showered in Robin´s family´s upstairs bathroom, which is quite nice. It includes a shower with see-through glass and a sauna.
Aside from er Mutter, I also met er Vater Heinen und Oma Helga und Opa Heiner (before my nap). Heiner´s farm is where Robin´s family still lives, although much has been sold and has fallen out of use. The farm buildings were built in the 19th century, and are very interesting--I will have to upload fotos soon.
Heiner spoke all German to me when I met Er und Helga, und Robin ubersetzt (translated) for me. I learned Heiner had little love for Americans due to his treatment at their hands as a German soldier when he was sixteen. He said a part of the skin on his arm had been blown off in a bomb, but this didn´t seem to bother him as much as the fact that an American stole his watch
After showing me the bomb damage to one of the barns and finishing the translated conversation with his Opa, Robin and I walked down to the river, where we conversed about politics. He told me the Germans were not a proud people for a lonng time because of their part in World War II, so being able to proudly fly the flag in the country´s recent football success was a very big deal here. The conversation evntually turned to America, and when he asked me what I thought about George Bush, my first response was inevitably a very enthusiastic "Fuck Bush!" In order to dispel the cliche, I explained a few of my reasons, notably the Iraq War and America´s war crimes among others. Unsurprisingly he agreed.
It is all too easy to garner agreement on the subject of politics here in Germany.
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