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Posted by Angelika Davey on Sunday, September 4, 2011,
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When I moved to England in 1982, I used to miss a lot of food things that I could buy in Germany, so whenever I had the chance to go back I used to stock up on those things. Gradually, over the years I was able to buy more and more German food items and since the arrival of LIDL and Aldi I can almost get everything. . . . . . until . . . during my last holiday in Germany . . . I spotted this:
Philadelphia mit Milka!
Philadelphia cheese with chocolate - sheer bliss! It has about half the c...
Posted by Angelika Davey on Saturday, July 2, 2011,
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As part of the 30 Day Blog Challenge, I asked Andreas Wiedow if he would like to write a post on my blog as a guest blogger, and he kindly agreed to write about just having a go in a foreign language and not to worry too much about mistakes.Thank you, Andreas!
Teufels Küche in English 'geradebrecht' came to my mind when I pondered about the way I communicate through my English blogs. It felt a bit like that when I wrote my first blog on ecademy way back in 2005 after my banning from openBC. S... Continue reading ...
Posted by Angelika Davey on Thursday, June 30, 2011,
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Last night I went to a German Stammtisch. If you don't know what one of those is, according to Wikipedia "a Stammtisch ("regular table") is a scheduled informal meeting group at a specially reserved table in a beer hall or other establishment in German-speaking Europe, which can be held on a weekly or monthly basis.The table usually has a polished sheen from frequent use, and is frequently marked off with a sign, banner, or ashtray."
A while ago a German friend started a facebook group Deu...
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Posted by Angelika Davey on Thursday, November 11, 2010,
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All day today I have either read on blogs, heard on the radio, seen on TV or spoken to some of my students about Armistice Day and it made me realise that apart from my post about St Martin's Day there should be another blog today: about living with guilt. You see, as a German living in England I always feel uneasy around this time of year. A lot of people don't understand why I feel like I do and it isn't that easy to explain. Why should I feel uneasy? Like eveybody else in England I am extrem... Continue reading ...
Posted by Angelika Davey on Wednesday, October 6, 2010,
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1982, at the age of 23 I moved away from home and left Germany for a new life in England. My mum cried when I went and I also felt very sad. On the other hand I was far too excited to feel sad. Fast forward to 30 June 2009; that was the day I took my daughter to Heathrow airport because she too went abroad at the age of 23. Since then she worked a few months in Thailand and is currently working in New Zealand and so far there is no talk about coming home. Further fast forward to today; the day ... Continue reading ...
Posted by Angelika Davey on Sunday, October 3, 2010,
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Thinking back to shortly after I moved to England, this was the time before satellite TV, although England just got Channel 4 and therefore had one more TV channel than Germany. Still, Saturday afternoons were awful. All you could watch was either Wrestling or Snooker or black & white war films (at least that's what it felt like). Those black & white films weren't just black & white instead of colour, the topics were also very black & white. All American or English soldiers were good and all... Continue reading ...
Posted by Angelika Davey on Saturday, October 2, 2010,
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The other day I read and commented on Cathy Dobson's blog Working on a different planet about her first few (acually 20) years of living in Germany after having moved there from England. It brought back many memories of when I moved from Germany to England. I was lucky because I already spoke (if badly) English, and I married a Brit who was able to help me with lots of things. But he was at work and I did have to go out on my own and brave the English world! I remember having to get a national ... Continue reading ...
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