Day 9: Apartment in Mitte (and Shakespeare & Sons bookshop)

Europeans do coffee very badly or very well. This morning’s coffee is awful. Draining my cup bit-by-bit reveals a film of the powder used to flavor the heated water. Techno is the bar’s music-of-choice, even during breakfast hours. Ugh. At 5.50€ and consisting of cold cuts, rolls, jam and Nutella, the price of the breakfast could be better and it could be worse, but it’s definitely an improvement over the coffee.

My roommate said “bye-bye” with an Eastern European accent, but I couldn’t identify what it was, exactly, and we exchanged no words other than our greeting and exit salutations. Usually I can pick out accents and languages from the major European countries, but the further east we go, the less apt I am at distinguishing modes of speech.

People here smile a lot more than they do back home. I think it may be because we realize that we don’t speak the same language, and we want to communicate friendliness. I make a conscious effort to smile as often as I think of it, because people tend to give back whatever I throw at them.

I move my life to my new apartment – it’s only five blocks west and it’s my home for the next week. I walk past it on the first go because I’m too tuned into looking for address numbers (that are difficult to find) to see much of anything that isn’t exactly the sign for which I’m looking. The place is in north Mitte – just south of Torstrasse and near Rosenthaler Platz. My host catches me, calling to me in English, before I wander off in worried confusion. He greets me warmly but in a slightly stifled manner, and expresses genuine surprise that I really like Germany and that I am trying to learn its language and culture. He’s looking for an explanation that is satisfactory on some level I’m not able to muster. He posits that Germans, while not exactly rude, are not particularly friendly; his own behavior is a good example of this approach. These are my kind of people, for the most part. Too much friendliness seems associated with a kind of loose moral character. I’m looking at you, Italianos (tongue-in-cheek, of course). MitteApartmentNeighborhood

After I’m settled in my clean, modern, one-room apartment, I U-Bahn north to Shakespeare & Sons. It’s a second, great bookshop in Prenzlauer Berg. It comprises three medium-sized rooms with high stacks and a café sharing the front room’s space for books. The college-aged Toronto girl behind the counter loves to talk about Kafka. She also explains that the German tongue is mostly about rhythm and tone but admits that she doesn’t speak it very well. I order a coke and sit at the sidewalk table, watching men slap cement over bricks on the façade of the building next to this one. I have purchased and spend much of the rest of the day reading two stories, the book named after the first: “The Penal Colony.”

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About Steve Capone

Writer hailing from Salt Lake City, Utah. Interdisciplinary teacher (read: generalist guiding inquiry) at an independent school. Adjunct instructor at a medium sized state school. Lover of learning. Favorite destination: Prenzlauer Berg, Berlin, Germany. @CaponeTeaches on Twitter M.S. Philosophy (Univ. of Utah 2013) M.A. Humanities (Univ. of Chicago 2007) B.A. Philosophy & English (Washington & Jefferson College 2006
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2 Responses to Day 9: Apartment in Mitte (and Shakespeare & Sons bookshop)

  1. A great read & love the photos.

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