I always meet the most interesting old ladies when I travel by myself. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I’m on my own and am not threatening. Maybe it is my sweet demeanor. 😉
Regardless, it happens.
So yesterday, I was waiting for the bus to go to the zoo. The older woman next to me was eating raisin bread from a local bakery. She offered me some in German.
My response was pretty standard for when you are offered food from a stranger at a bus stop, “Nein, nein. Danke.”
She said to me in German, “Take some. Take some,” insisting.
I had just eaten lunch, so I wasn’t hungry at all. I take a coin-sized pinch so I won’t seem rude.
But this woman was like an Italian grandmother. She said to me in German, “Take more than that!! It’s good!”
And she ripped off about a quarter of her raisin bread loaf and gave it to me. It WAS good.
She started to speak to me in German.
I told her in German that I only speak a little bit of German.
I told her I was from Los Angeles. She was very surprised to find someone from so far away in her Hannover neighborhood.
She told me (in German) she was from Croatia.
She asked why I was here. I explained (in English, with hand gestures) that I was doing an exchange program for journalists.
She understood.
I told her (back to simple German) I was working at NDR.
She told me (in German) that her son works for a TV station.
Our bus came. We took our bus ride. She gave me another piece of raisin bread in the bus. We then parted ways when I got off at the zoo, “Schoen Tag!”
It seems like such a simple exchange. But I was proud because 1) I mostly communicated in German, even if it was simple. And she understood what I was saying!! And 2) I think it says a lot about the local community when someone is willing to share food with random people at a bus stop.
It’s similar to what happened to me in 2006, on a bridge in Dresden, Germany, when I knew even LESS German.
I was watching the sunset (Sonnenuntergang!) and it was pretty magical in itself. An old lady comes up to me. She had to be in her 80s. She says something in German that I don’t understand. I tell her I only speak a little bit of German. So she simplifies.
In the end, it turns out she had grown up near Dresden. She was there when it was carpet bombed in World War II by the Americans and British. In our simple German conversation, she said everything was “kaputt,” signaling to the rebuilt city landscape. And she said that when the Communists came in, the river through town was all polluted.
It was a simple conversation. Simple, but powerful.
The woman insisted on walking me to my bus stop, to make sure I got on the right bus. So there I was, a grown woman, being walked to a bus stop by an 80-something year old!
I got back to Berlin and told friends there what had happened. They told me that it was really rare for a German in that age group from that area to be so open with an American, given everything that had happened there during the war. (Thousands of innocent people died in that bombing.)
If I hadn’t been traveling alone, I don’t think I would have ever had that conversation and experience.
But I think being open to experiences like that is the important part. Whether it’s raisin bread or sunsets, you can learn a lot — in any language.