>> Wednesday, January 21, 2009 – suitcases
At my first German Christmas I first heard the song. I was the novelty guest, a German family with a Canadian about half the height standing in the picture. Naturally someone sat down, hands to keys, and started to play "Christmas in Canada". It was one of those sweet, but awkward cross-cultural moments, yet another chance to smile and say "Danke".
This German Christmas thing quickly became routine, or at least Christmas with a German. So many years and so much red meat, one tends to crave a turkey Christmas and a lobster New Year.
This weekend I unpacked my suitcase (after having converted it into a drawer for two weeks) which means that I am back to food, fashion, fantasy, and the words that they court.