The German classes have started and for a brief moment in time I was the star pupil. Thanks to meine Frau (und Katarina) ich spreche ein bisschen Deutsch . The teacher had me move and sit between two pupils that were struggling, at least that was my interpretation of events. Alas my fifteen minutes of fame are gone and now, on the second day, I am struggling. The classes are tough because everything is spoken in Deutsch. Which requires considerable skill in both teaching and pantomime for the teacher to get their lesson across to the students. None the less they are enjoyable and I am inspired to study hard. My class mates are; an American, an Italian, a Gambian, a Turk, an Argentinean, a South African, a Russian and a Finn. I have become instant friends with Harri, the Finn. We are both from a mechanical background, our partners work in Munchen and we share a fondness for cycling and German beer.
This afternoon, after the lesson, Harri and I sat at a table in the sun, on the corner of the street in Munich drinking some beer and reflecting on this mornings lesson. I realised that I had fulfilled a dream.
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