I’ve been missing Vienna. Study abroad directors might call this “re-entry shock,” but I’m calling bullshit. It’s closer to “Ostalgie,” a German portmanteau describing nostalgia for East Germans’ horrible lives before re-unification.
Wouldn’t it be weird and inaccurate if ten-gallon hats, shooting ranges and rodeos were the chief representations of America abroad? Well, that’s how I feel about Oktoberfest. Bavaria is the Texas of Germany, and we love it.
Surrounded by issues of Muslim assimilation and anti-Turkish racism, I developed some pretty strong but incongruous opinions about Muslim religious dress. Here are the three most compelling.
This is the first post of my regular column “Schweinerei.” If you’re not familiar with the term “Schweinerei,” that’s okay. You probably haven’t spent a significant amount of time around Bavarian pig farmers.
Over the summer, Web Editor Russell M. Page worked with the children of U.S. Army soldiers stationed in Wiesbaden, Germany, and experienced the personal nature of the modern-day home front.
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