In the United States, when people clap, they do not clap
together. It rises on a deafening wave, with no noticeable form. The claps
drown out the voices, whatever they are saying. There is this overwhelming rush
of chaotic water over a waterfall, that is discordant, and yet, on a different
level, it is the applause that whoever was singing, speaking, acting, or playing
would accept as a payment. And it costs nothing.
However, in Germany and other countries across the pond, the
clapping of the audience is as rhythmic as a heartbeat, instead of chaos. It is
just as joyful, but it is…orderly.
Other things are different. People in the US might rise
after dinner, pay their bills, and leave.
I can see people having a beer in Germany that lasts from
the middle of the afternoon to late at night. I never got any studying done.
But, for me, those dinners in the middle of drinking were leisurely.
In Greece, in the middle of the day, the streets are
deserted. Why? Because it is just too hot to do anything other than retire to
the coolness of your home. The windows are open, yes, and a breeze gently pulls
the lightweight curtains to the outside, then back in. It is 7 in the evening
before things start kicking again. That’s when you come out to join the others.
From siesta to nightlife.
As an old person, I have my own rhythm. I write furiously in
the morning. I am not angry. I just have the energy. It slows down in the early
afternoon once I have been working on a second story, and then quickly
fragments into short pieces. Like this one. I don’t know where it is going to
go, but I am not worried about that right now. It will go somewhere. It has
worth. Right now, it is an experimental sort of writing. I’ve been listening to
Santana and noticed that each finger began to move with the music. In fact, I
remember we did that once in our typing class back in 1969 in Kansas. Funny,
how 45 minutes so long ago can come back to me so quickly.
Another thing about eating in a restaurant. In the US,
people put their silverware any which way on their plates after they are done
eating in a restaurant. In Germany, if you liked your meal, you put the
silverware crossed as an X on the plate. I looked it up on Google
if you’d like to see all the varied positions your knife and fork can take
during your meal.
Something else that is interesting is that as a child, we
lived in Norway. Not only did I return to the US and end up speaking Spanish
with a Norwegian accent, but I now held my knife and fork in the European
manner, with my fork in my left hand and my knife in my right. I couldn’t
believe how many people, my parents included, took offense at that. But the
habit has been ingrained in me since then. It’s actually more efficient. How
else are you going to eat your peas unless you have maneuvered them onto the
back of your fork full of mashed potatoes?
In life, you learn from all different sources. I’ve been
lucky in my lifetime to have lived all over the place. Every place has a story
to tell.
Thanks for reading. I appreciate the
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