I’m in Germany. Some of you know that. There is more than one stereotype of Germany, and of the Germans. Let’s see: Dancing and singing in the mountains of Bavaria: Blonde women with lots of cleavage, and long skirts serving beer in large metal steins. Portly men named Guenter, in lederhosen, but evidently both strong and fat rather than, say, weak and fat. Men like Guenter love drinking the beer served by the large breasted women, who are also able to tend cattle when not at work ‘down the Pub’ as the English would say.
Then of course, there are NaZi military Germans, as seen in the WW movies.
One that most Americans know but easily forget is the close cultural relative of the NaZi: the Jewish German immigrants to the USA and Canada. In all honesty, I learned my first German words, not from the NaZis nor from regular Germans but from middle aged German Jews who relocated to America to evade the NaZis. Their grand children are all Americans and Canadians.
Meanwhile, back to Germany after WW2 ended, which none of the Jewish German immigrants know about so much: Of course divided Germany: the Germanies. On one side, cap in hand, capitulated at the end of the war and thrilled to not have become Soviet Germany, the West Germans.
In truth, there are Central and Northern Germans: it isn’t only that the people of Berlin do not dance in the mountains of Bavaria, but for some reason that does ‘seem like what it is supposedly like’.
The Wall. Eventually, I learned that thing was called Die Maeur (Mahhweer)
*Tips to work on German: 1) Don’t open your mouth to speak, 2) Imagine that someone has set a flat piece of wood atop the tongue. Just leave it there when speaking; don’t make it fall off. 3) If it sounds like a cat is suffering from a hair ball or someone needs to cough up a bit of congestion, that’s probably the right way of pronouncing it, but it doesn’t yet feel natural.
Then of course, East German imagery is like propaganda of everyone eating the same and working out together throughout the nation before work…and the East German women, after winning at the Olympics in swimming, are found to in fact, have been on steroids for years.
It is not like that in the village where I have been living for the past few years.
The thing is, the symbol is accurate.
The village of Doerverden has an actual history going back over 1000 years in real time. The terrain in the NW of Germany is as flat as the South and SE are hilly and mountainous. There really are the rivers Weser and the Aller, but the one shown above is a rendition of the river Weser, and thank God for reading icons if not well versed in the German language.
The horse heads on wooden sticks is not “the riders of Rohan” from The Lord of the Rings, but might as well be, in the sense that Doerverden does have riding schools, and horse stables. In truth, now that there is no impending danger of a war, it is not espionage to divulge to you that Verden, just one town over from Doerverden was home to the North’s Cavalry, and they have trained world class, top notch horses there for something like 500 years.
Due to the importance of such information at some periods of history, I developed the truth-bearing-joke that the German language is simply designed to prevent innocent children and women (or fools, for that matter) from accidentally spilling the beans, so to speak about anything from location of the cavalry to ….well, really, that Germany is a lovely and fertile enough nation for others to covet it….but of course not if they don’t know that.
Sorry for not conforming to expectations
Final Statement in English
I will confess, that while I had a hard time there, I repeatedly posted that the village of Doerverden is so beautific as to be reasonably described as “a Saxon Heaven on Earth”.