edited image of Salthouse beach, UK

What a difference 7 years make/ Was fuer einen Unterschied 7 Jahre machen

July 2020

Unfortunately, my fears from 2016 have come true. Racism is prevalent everywhere and Britain today feels divided to the core. There are still those who are open-minded and love to travel and experience other people and cultures. But those who seem to hate everybody including themselves have taken over the country’s politics. Today I feel like a stranger in this country a feeling I never had before. Today I feel like I don’t have a home anywhere. And the saddest thing is that my British husband feels the same.

October 2016

I wrote this post in November 2013, and the basics have not changed. Even though UKIP has managed into getting their Brexit most British people still behave as I experienced it 3 years ago. However, I often wrote about my fear of the rise of racism not only here in Britain but all over the world. Let’s hope my concerns are just fears, and Brexit doesn’t mean racism.

November 2013

When I was moving to Great Britain, many people were very excited for me. They thought it was a great idea and wondered about my courage. But some warned me: “Oh the British, they don’t like the Germans!” so they said. Wow, what a generalisation and maybe a bit outdated?????

Yes, the men and women who emigrated to Great Britain in or directly after the war had to fight against prejudices of being Nazis and having caused the war. There have been appalling acts of racism as I have been told by some. But so many more have said to me that they had good experiences and felt like home in this great country.

Me myself & I have had no bad experiences in this country. Well, one customer once asked me if there were no jobs for me in Germany. I smiled at him and answered: “Yes, there are, but the men are better in Britain!” His wife beside him who was clearly embarrassed by her husband’s remark laughed out loud, and the guy in question blushed and hurried off.

The first time I came to Great Britain was in 1989 for a language course, and I stayed with a family who started to house children from Germany as early as 1970. My guest mother said that she preferred pupils from Germany as they are always polite and tidy. Her family and friends though, who still thought that taking in the children of “the enemy” considered it an act of treason.

I experience the British as open-minded and level in their thinking of the past. I had a few elderly customers who were in Germany directly after the war and who told me how much they grieved for the country and their losses. They said it was a shame that such a beautiful country had to be destroyed by a maniac.

Most people had been on holiday in Germany and/or worked there, and most of them enjoyed it terribly. Many want to go, and even many more show their knowledge of the German language but usually, they apologise for not being right. Wow, guys, it is brilliant that you speak the language never mind the level you are speaking it at.

Of course, there are still those racists like in every other European Country nowadays. There is the UKIP party who’s leader funnily has a French-sounding name who supposedly “secure” jobs etc. for the British. But well, they never mention all those British who work abroad. If they would all come back, there would be as much unemployment as now I reckon.

I also think it has something to do with how you approach living in another country. If you come here and tell everyone how much better your own country is then, of course, the reaction will be one of defence. But if you appreciate your guest country and try to blend in, then you usually are welcomed friendly.

I feel at home here in Great Britain. Much more than I ever have in Germany which always amazes me. Well, maybe I just have been born in the wrong country :-).

culpture in yard of British Library in London

Sculpture in yard of British Library in London

Juli 2020

Ungluecklicherweise, haben sich meine Aengste von 2016 bewahrheitet. Rassismus herrscht wieder ueberall und Grossbritannien ist gespalten bis zum Innersten. Es gibt immer noch die, die andere Menschen und Kulturen erfahren moechten. Aber die, die alle inklusive sich selber zu hassen scheinen haben die Politik diese Landes uebernommen. Heute fuehle ich mich hier als eine Fremde, eine Gefuehl, das ich hier niemals zuvor gefuehlt habe. Ich fuehle mich, als ob ich nirgends ein zuhause habe. Und das schlimmste ist, dass mein Britischer Eheman sich genauso fuehlt.

Oktober 2016

Ich habe diesen Post im November 2013 geschrieben und es hat sich nicht wirklich etwas daran geandert, wie ich ueber die Briten denke. Obwohl es UKIP am Ende doch noch geschafft hat ihren Brexit zu bekommen, verhalten sich die meisten Briten immernoch so wie ich sie 2013 erlebt habe. Allerdings habe ich schon ein paar mal ueber meine Angst geschrieben, dass Rassismus nicht nur in Grossbritannien sondern ueberall auf der Welt wieder hochkommt. Lasst uns hoffen, dass das nur meine Angst ist und Brexit nicht Rassismus bedeutet.

November 2013

Als ich nach Grossbritannien gezogen bin waren viele Leute begeistert fuer mich. Sie dachten, dass das eine grossartige Idee war und wunderten sich ueber meinen Mut. Aber da waren auch die, die mich gewarnt haben: “Die Briten moegen die Deutschen nicht!” Wow was fuer eine Verallgemeinerung und vielleicht ein wenig altmodisch?????

Ja, die Frauen und Maenner, die entweder im Krieg und kurz danach nach Grossbritannien gezogen sind mussten gegen das Vorurteil, ein Nazi zu sein und den Krieg angezettelt zu haben, ankaempfen. Da gab es unglaubliche rassistische Angriffe, wie man mir erzaehlt hat. Aber viele mehr sagten mir, sie haetten zumeist gute Erfahrungen udn fuehlten sich zu Hause in diesem grossartigen Land.

Ich hatte bisher keine schlechten Erfahrungen in diesem Land. Naja, ein Kunde hatte mich einmal gefragt, ob es denn keine Arbeitsstellen in Deutschland fuer mich gaebe. Ich antwortete ihm laechelnd: “Das schon aber die Maenner in Grossbritannien sind besser!” Seine Frau, die ganz klar sehr verlegen wegen seines Kommentars war fing schallend an zu lachen und er lief rot an und beeileilte sich, wegzukommen.

Als ich zum ersten Mal in Grossbritannien auf einem Sprachkurs 1989 war, lebte ich bei einer Familie, die schon seit 1970 Gastschueler aus Deutschland aufnahem. Meine Gastmutter sagte mir, dass sie deutsche Schueler bevorzuge, da sie immer hoeflich seine und sauber. Aber sie musste sich mit viel Unmut von einigen in ihrer Familie und ihren Freunden herumschlagen, die es immernoch nicht dachten, dass es ein Akt des Verrates war die Kinder “des Feindes” aufzunehmen.

Ich erlebe die Briten als sehr offen und gelassen in ihrem Denken ueber die Vergangenheit. Ich hatte ien paar aeltere Kunden, die direkt nach dem Krieg in Deutschland waren und mir sagten, wie sehr sie damals fuer das Land und dessen Verluste trauerten. Sie sagten mir, dass es so eine Schande war, dass diese schoene Land von einem Verrueckten zerstoert werden musste.

Die meisten waren schon in Deutschland im Urlaub und/oder arbeiteten da und die meisten haben es sehr genossen. Viele wollen noch gehen und noch mehr zeigen ihre Deutschkenntnisse nur um sich dann direkt zu entschuldigen wie schlecht sie seien. Wow Leute es ist prima, dass ihr die Sprache benutzt, vergesst einfach wie gut ihr sie sprecht!

Natuerlich gibt es auch immer noch die Rassisten wie in jedem anderen europaeischen Land heutzutage. Da gibt es die UKIP Partei, deren Parteivorsitzender komischerweise einen franzoesisch klingenden Nachnamen hat, die angeblich Arbeitsstellen ect fuer die Briten “sichern” wollen. Die erwaehnen allerdings nie all die Briten, die im Ausland arbeiten. Wenn die alle zurueckkommen wuerden, und das muessten sie falls alle europaeischen Laender deren Beispiel folgen wuerden und nur ihren eigenen Leuten Arbeitsstellen geben wuerden, dann gaebe es hier genausoviel Arbeitslosigkeit wie jetzt vermute ich.

Ich denke es hat auch etwas damit zu tun, mit welcher Einstellung man in einem anderen Land lebt. Wenn man hierher kommt und allen erzaehlt wieviel besser das eigene Land ist, dann werden die Reaktionen natuerlich Aber wenn man sein Gastland schaetzt und man versucht nach dessen Sitten zu leben, dann wird man zumeist freundlich begruesst.

Ich jedenfalls fuehle mich zuhause in Grossbritannien. Sehr viel mehr als ich mich jemals in Deutschland zuhause gefuehlt habe, was mich immer wieder erstaunt. Naja, vielleicht bin ich einfach im falschen Land geboren :-).

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A little Brexit Snark on Friday…

๐Ÿ‡ช๐Ÿ‡บ Important anouncement:

I just want to remind everybody to change the pronunciation of Nigel Farage’s last name from the French to the British way (like garage) by tonight 11PM.

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We can’t have Brussels rule the pronunciation of our last names, can we?

Bee’s Poem of the Day: Tackling Brexit

Hello everybody, how are you doing? I hope life is treating you well and if not: remember you rock no matter the bumps in the road.

I was listening to last week’s Brexitcast in which a creative person made a vinyl with the “Brexitdisco”. He said Brexit caused him lots of anxiety and he wanted to change the whole sorry business into something positive.

Haven’t laughed about Brexit like that ever!!!!! Please listen here if you are so lucky as to get it: Brexitcast: Satuday Night Leaver.

After my post on Brexit over at Filosopha’s Word (Thanks Jill, you rock!) Bexit anxiety had hit me again quite badly so I thought why not follow in the gentleman’s footsteps.

No, don’t worry I won’t bother you with me singing awful 70’s songs (I actually love, love, love 70’s music, so don’t be fooled ๐Ÿ˜). I thought I might make a short Brexit poem every day until this country gets over itself and moves somewhere back to sanity wherever that might be.

Have to admit I haven’t followed todays development on Brexit, so please, do not expect any brilliant insights from me. Just a snapshot of todays mood in the house of Halton ๐Ÿ˜.

Brexit bring it on

No Deal might cure some high pride

Fog on the beaches

Yes, it was foggy in North Norfolk and I wrote about that over at Therapy Bits (Thanks Carol Anne for hosting my babbling ๐Ÿคช). I love all shades of autumn as I said over there and can’t wait to find out how tomorrows will be.

In this sense have a lovely evening, night, morning, day whenever you might read this ๐Ÿ™‹โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ

My video from todays view of the sea
Greek image of warriors with Homer Quote

Of Gates of Hell, Good News & PodCasts

Hello my good people of WordPress and wherever you might blog or read blogs. How are you doing my dears? I am nearly asleep. Done the bad step to put Farmville2 back on my phone and couldn’t stop playing last night. But we got up at 4am to allow a dog walk while it is still cool (in fact I’ve been freezing at the beach) and even two strong Italian Style coffees can’t keep the yawns from my mouth.

Of Gates of Hell

And then I thought I am dreaming. Well, having nightmares really. I wrote over at Therapybits:

The ArchBrexiteer is in Number Ten now and I had to laugh out loud when I read this Tweet (link goes to my retweet):

โ€œEveryone thinks itโ€™s a #Heatwave hitting the UK. But in fact itโ€™s the Gates of Hell opening for Boris Johnson getting into number 10. #BorisDay โ€œ
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by @watchallirish (sorry Carol Anne I didnโ€™t choose his Twitternameโ€ฆ ๐Ÿ˜‰ ).”
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No, don’t worry I am not going down that road. Most of you know anyway how I feel about Brexit and you can read my rather bad poetic take on today here on Carol Anne’s Blog.
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Of Good News

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What is the best thing to do when you hear bad news? Counter them with good news and aren’t we lucky today? It is Tuesday so off we go and find some Good News ๐Ÿ˜‰ .
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In times like these when many people feel their religion is better than that of another and many more want to put up walls, fences and other dividing devices this award in the US is brilliant:
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Even though I have to admit I find it rather ironic that the country with the man in the White House who says nasty things about Muslims on a continuous basis honors a very brave man and Imam:
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Imam Abubakar Abdullahi, hid 262 Christian farmers in his home and Mosque in 2018 when their fellow Islamic farmers went on an attack spree. What a hero!
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In my opinion, this is such an important thing to report as the media seems to only show radicalized Muslim Imams (yes I know there are no other Imams …. ) who spread as much hate as some of our egotistic Western and so-called Christian leaders.
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There are decent religious leaders in all religions and I think it is time we shout their deeds and wisdom from the rooftops or from our blogs!
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Of PodCasts

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In other news, The Bee has discovered PodCasts. I know, I know I am rather late but somehow it escaped my attention how many cool bits to listen to are out there!
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It’s all the BBC’s fault which advertised “Forest 404” on TV. This is an intriguing PodCast by BBC Sounds about the future, AI and how forests and in fact all wildlife got extinct. It is accompanied by talks from scientists about climate change and soundscapes that make you experience the story in more depth. It was one of the coolest things I ever heard!
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I have to admit though I haven’t figured out yet where else I could listen to them and where to find any that I like. “BrexitCast” is the only other series I am listening to on a regular basis (only when I scrape the paint from our bathroom walls though. Yes, The Bee develops expertise in renovating a home ๐Ÿ˜‰ ) And I tried one which is called TED Radio Hour.
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So my question for you my dear friends today is: Do you listen to PodCasts and can you suggest any interesting ones to me?ย 
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That’s it for today. No, it’s not ๐Ÿ™‚
of course, there is also a little “Blast from the Past”:
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July 2019

Please forgive my bad planning of my re-posts ๐Ÿ™‚ but maybe I like remembering spring?

March 2015

There was a time when Twitter was not connected with an information service or social network but only with the sounds birds make.

Some of us might already have the pleasure of spring approaching. Yes, I know it is still another 10 days until spring officially starts (no not meteorologically that was on the first I think) and I also know I am only speaking for the Northern Hemisphere but still: It’s getting warmer, and at least I do hear more and more birds tweeting around in the morning.

I think that’s great. For me, that is clearly a sign that warmer days (hopefully) will come soon, and life will feel a little easier. It’s also a sign that not all tweeting happens on Twitter ;-).

image of a butterdish with a blue and a green bird on it

Description for visually impaired readers: Orange butterdish with four quirky birds on it. two are blue and another two are green one each on either side

Tweet

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steaming mug in my hands
my spring ritual
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sunshine on my face
but still
wrapped up warmly
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a robin hops around
tweeting
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For my friends on the Southern Hemisphere: I promise you an autumn poem for tomorrow ๐Ÿ™‚
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And just in case you don’t have enough yet from reading blog posts here some suggestions:

Here are some of the bloggers I visit:

Karen Deanna Joyce

JoAnna

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See you later alligators …. ๐Ÿ˜‰ and don’t forget:

Love & Rage my friends Love & Rage

Poem on Friday: Maybe

March 2019

My prediction from July 2016 seems to come true: it won’t be as bad as remain predicts but it looks like the leavers get nothing. Who wins? Globalisation and big corporations. And some politicians too, I suspect. Well, let’s brace ourselves for the ride…

July 2016

I am writing this post on Tuesday 28th of June and the poem at the end of the post somehow has changed my negative view on the EU exit of the UK. The more I think about it the more I believe the EU is better off without the UK. I do not dare to predict the future of the UK. It won’t be as bad as the “remain” campaign predicted but hardly any of the goals of the “leave” campaign will become reality.

Never mind. 52% proud British citizens have gotten the power back to their country. What comes after that and what they might have done to the world economy doesn’t matter to them. To me, they feel more and more like sulking teenagers who demand more freedom of decision to do things that are clearly stupid but they are old enough to do that now.

I just feel sorry for the 48% who wanted to remain because those will have to suffer for it. And I am sorry for all the youngsters in this country who might have lost a lot of chances for their future because their parents and grandparents stubbornly needed to go for the wrong decision for all the wrong reasons.

However,

Maybe

maybe – there is a light
maybe – there is a tomorrow
maybe – there is love
maybe – there is hope
maybe – there is …
maybe

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#SoCS needs dough

*attention. Rude language that might offend some readers

I thought it was Groundhog Day:

I checked Lindaโ€™s blog and clicked on the SoCS post but didn’t register the date. The prompt asked about the last mail we receivedโ€ฆ d’oh oh no duh?!

Looks like the reader on the WP was a slight bit behind. So, what’s today’s prompt?

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is โ€œdough/dโ€™oh.โ€ Use one, use both, use โ€™em any way you like. Enjoy!

SoCS badge by Pamela, at https://achronicalofhope.com/

SoCS badge by Pamela, at https://achronicalofhope.com/

So here’s the story:

I need some dough. No, not the sweet sticky stuff that adds the pounds on our hips. It would be nice to have some again but that’s a different story. This story is about Mary Berry.

You know the British Baking Queen? Of course, she had much more to teach the great British public after they left that exclusive club called EU. Good old recipes like bulking up white bread with sawdust or how to use reconstituted dried eggs in baking. She didn’t get the reputation of a national treasure for nothing.

The plan the EU Underground had hatched was sound: go in, show the images of Johnson, Farage and friends feasting on proper wine and cakes in Italy, Germany or wherever they made their escape to and get out.

No-one expected the Berry ninja moves. My goodness, that old dear could kick butt. Mine still stings. I came into the studio ready to shove the posters in front of the camera but Mary must have been tipped off. She charged at me like a chef on steroids and off I went into the wall. BERCOW!

Illustration of a yellow bang over which it says BERCOW!

Sorry, unfortunately, I have no reference where this comes from. I’ll put credits as soon as I find out.

When I came to she leaned over me grinning madly:โ€ You little sh…. settled status slut you!โ€ she hissed. โ€œYou lot destroyed our great British baking tradition with your baguettes and bretzels and panettone. Noone…No-one can remember Horsebread or Iussell. It was time someone did something about that!โ€

I must have stared at her like a rabbit in front of the snake in the middle of my shredded posters because her eyes suddenly changed into purple glowing Erbolates and I didn’t move. Neither did any of the camera crew. They hid behind their equipment or ran.

โ€œEU no 13 what’s up?โ€ I heard in my earplug. That woke me. I pressed the Tusk security button and my head shot forward into her grinning face. I think I must have put the setting a little high. When I got up and checked, her head lolled backwards. She did not breathe. That’s when I saw the brave one. One ginger camera woman had her camera right in front of us and said triumphantly: โ€That was life on tv! You won’t get away with this!โ€

How right she was. That was my death sentence from the EU Underground. Our first rule:โ€ Utmost secrecy!โ€ So I ran. And now I need some dough…

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Sorry Mrs Berry, that you have become a victim of my anti-Brexit stream of consciousness. I have no idea where you stand on Brexit but I hope you’ll forgive me :-). I also assume you would not use foul language like I gave you. Again so sorry :-).

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Please head over to Linda’s Prompt Post and check out the comments for more hilarious, serious and plain bonkers SoCS posts. You won’t regret it!!!!

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The Day Brexit Didn’t Happen…

… We got up early to go to the beach but after a coffee or two decided to go back to bed.

The day Brexit didn’t happen I walked the dog around the field in front of our house after we got up eventually.

The day Brexit didn’t happen I decided to go and get some petrol. I also took the mail to the post.

The day Brexit didnt happen a business expert on BBC4 said that the UK economy would prove Brexit isn’t all that bad. It was a warm and sunny day by the way.

The day Brexit didnt happen I had a cafe au lait and a baguette with brie and visualized myself with the best husband (Jeremy Clarkson voice) in the world sitting on Mont Martre enjoying Paris’s skyline.

The day Brexit didn’t happen I pruned my first buddlia. I also saw a huge bumble bee and two ladybirds.

The day Brexit didn’t happen I hardly watched the news because there are no news.

The day Brexit didn’t happen I made delicious one bowl brownies and lit a fire because it got chilly in the evening.

The day Brexit didn’t happened I wondered where all this will end.

Image of nettles with two lady birds on them

Bumble bee on white flower surrounded by green plants

Budlia behind purple magnolia not yet pruned. Black greyhound at the left side

Budlia pruned with shadow of woman underneath

Brownie dough in baking tray before baking

So Brexit day came and went and we are non the wiser. The right wing Brexiteers threaten with riots (what a surprise) and MP’s voted May’s deal down for the third time. She threatens with a fourth vote. Wtf? Sorry for my language. The BBC local news started their evening with the phrase ” The Day Brexit Didn’t happen” and it made me laugh so I thought I do a post about it.

Some politician on that BBC4 program I mentioned said he thinks that all MP’s have lost their minds and have a communal nervous break down. That made me laugh too. At least something positive in all this mess.

Hope you have a good day, evening or night and live in a country that hasn’t gone mad yet.