One World

Die Welt  (the world)

Just a short note today. I have a small request for the people out in the world who have been looking at (and let's hope, reading) this blog and my other two (one inactive!) without leaving even a tiny comment. Go ahead, please tell me what you think! Even a little hello would be nice.
According to google, people from such places as Canada, Germany, the U.S., and Russia visit my site. I am really curious about the readers from non-English-speaking nations - and thrilled to see this "fan base."
I would be pleased to write back with book suggestions, travel advice, etc.
I will never visit Russia, Israel, India, Latvia, etc., so hearing about them from someone still living there would be especially exciting.

The Germans Have Another Right Approach to Life

Stop and smell the roses (house in Lübeck).

The Italians have a great phrase for what I want to talk about today: dolce far niente. It means doing sweet nothing, or the sweetness of doing nothing. Italians (and Germans, and other Europeans) know very well how sweet it is to have room to think and feel and allow the day to swirl around you. Unstructured time - even a few moments here and there - is essential for good mental health, for having a life worth living.

How many of us in North America allow ourselves that simple joy, even on our supposed time off?
After being away, I saw my own culture with new eyes. It seems that everyone here feels the need to fill time. That could be while eating a meal, riding public transport, or even driving a car. The act of being busy, of not "wasting" time, has become a social disease in the guise of a virtue. Idle thought - even while eating! - is something to avoid.
I read this recent article in the New York Times http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/06/30/the-busy-trap/, and several memories from Germany rushed back.

• People talking to each other in sidewalk cafés or restaurants, instead of sitting "alone together" as each got lost in a portable screen device;
• Almost no one walks with take-out drinks - they sit and enjoy the beverage; over here, the streets are full of hurried people with coffee to go, and I often catch people eating sandwiches or even containers of food while they're walking;
• Certain neighborhoods in Berlin and elsewhere appealed to me partially due to their proper mix of commercial and residential, which Canadian urban planning guru Jane Jacobs tried to bring to NY and Toronto more than 50 years ago; walkable neighborhoods are living communities, not just buildings and pavement.

 This relates to some of my posts in my first blog, ONLY CONNECT: mindfulness. If you have a full life, with many obligations, you certainly cannot stare out of a window for three hours, musing on the meaning of life. But you still can be mindful of whatever you do. You can make a sacrament of little pleasures, thereby making it easier to question the frantic pace of your life. It will never change unless you examine it--and it's better to do that voluntarily. No one wants to be forced to do so by circumstances outside their control (e.g., illness).
Read the article, even if you already know these things, perhaps because you're reading this from Europe or Russia or even Australia! See the comments - some real eye-openers. Many people know this "creative idleness" is a balm to the soul, while constant hamster-wheel busy-ness, very often for empty pursuits, is not really living at all. Others cling to their belief that being busy is a sign of success or self-worth.

"The unexamined life is not worth living." - Socrates

Take a deep breath. Stop playing those video games. Check Facebook once a day instead of every hour. Filter your e-mails. Call a friend "just because." Pat that friendly dog on the street as you wait for the light to change.
Enjoy the moment!

More on the Authentic: Only in Berlin?

Armeria flowers growing on a roof

Giant, rusty key (courtyard, Mitte)

TV tower, bridge over River Spree

First cup of amazing coffee (NOT espresso)

"The recycling of packaging in Berlin saves 34,000 tons of CO2 per year. Thank you."

A piece of the Berlin Wall

In Search of the Authentic

German bread & pretzels

 One reason we travel - or I do, anyway - is to see a different side of life/the real world/"out there." I dwell in my own head perhaps more than most people, since I am not only a writer, but a writer who is partially introverted. Now and then, I need to honor the extrovert in myself, to process things from the outside in. Little is as fascinating as a gentle challenge to what my mind had settled on as "reality."
And part of reality, the real, is the site specific: local fare that does not echo the all-too familiar, that pleasing jolt that tells your brain that you are not home - and it's time to wake up and absorb every moment!
I love to note specialties particular to as small an area as possible. In a country like Italy, this is very easy. Move a few kms away from a region, and this or that food will be no longer available. In Germany, cuisine is somewhat less demarcated by state or region, but the phenomenon still exists. Overall, however, the fact that there are distinctly German foods, customs, urban planning styles, etc. etc. was enough for me to delight every time I came across an authentic experience. I cherished each one, no matter how trivial.
Part of one of my current and ongoing projects is how, exactly, to define the authentic in nature and in culture. (I'd love to hear feedback on this, publicly or privately.)
See the breads I photographed. I recognized them as bread, needless to say, because they resembled breads I had seen or even eaten in many cities across Europe and North America. Yet they bore the stamp of autheticity because they had a uniquely German aura about them. (It helped that pretzels were invented there!) Even before taking a bite, I experienced a kind of pleasure. (And the bites were very good.) Those rolls did not echo or mimic other breads. German bread seemed true to itself, and it reflected values I came to admire.

Magpies over Mitte

Then we come to the photo of magpies in flight.

CCCP Bar, Mitte

I have a fond memory of magpies from Italy 10 years ago. I tend to associate them with Europe, although the same species, Pica pica, lives in North America (not in my region).  Seeing more than one at once, and being able to take (a very long-view) photo gave me a little thrill: I'm really in Europe again after a whole decade away! You can't get birds like these back home, so I must be here!
Finally, perhaps a poor example of authenticity - a reminder of the USSR in East Berlin (CCCP is the Russian acronym). I snapped this on Rosenthalerstrasse on my very first day. Again, it told me I was away from home, I was walking in a formerly divided city that was divided by the former Soviet Union. Unique! It's authentic - even if the bar itself can be accused of pandering to the actual desire for the same.