Strong Filological Impressions

A traditional Tuesday night out in one of Riga's cheapest, nicest and never "cheio de ninguem" (full of nobody) bars, namely Backpacker's Pub, to a certain public known as Bar Atomico. All goes as always - live music, cheap beer (for an hour, if you're lucky enough to catch the moment), great people and a lot of laughter.

After a few hours well spent, time to go home (after all, another working day is about to dawn). Last cigarette and a hearty laughter is being shared on the point of saying goodbye. Somehow discussion comes to German language. I do NOT assume that it has anything to do with a present German and a local guy, jabbering away in a rapid Deutsch and taking the piss out of Hamburg accent...No, there has to be some other reason...^^

Anyhow, back to the subject. Having said a particularly friendly goodbye to the local German expert (involving a lot of Puta Que Pariu's from my side, and a dose of Fick Dich's from his), I happily trot home, singing loudly a variety of songs, just for the sake of scaring the locals and reducing the number of potential tourists.....(No, I was not drunk, if you are wondering now.)

I don't know whether there is some connection between what I've written so far and what I'm going to tell you now. The fact is, I woke up with a clear memory of dreaming all night about swearing in German - my astral body apparently spent the last night bellowing words like Saumensch, Saukerl, Arsch kranzer etc. to anyone that would listen.

Well, after all, I am a German filologist's daughter...And certainly not quite normal. :)