german lessons

My German is shit. I used to laugh about it, celebrating my ignorance like a Confederate flag-wielding Trump supporter. Armed with just a few expressions, I can flitter through the Berlin nightlife, wrangle some falafel for sustenance, and generally exist. I am a long-term tourist, a currywurst rotting in the sun. And I need to be … Read more How I Learned German From My Bed, Courtesy of Lingoda and Laziness