That, life in Germany gets easier, for the non-German speakers reading this.
It's just over a year now that Sarah and I have been living in Berlin, and we're finally back here together - after I have returned from business in New York, and Sarah from business in Africa. And I just wanted to try to describe the huge difference that a year makes, how much easier it is now than it was when we first began this adventure. So a little story...
I have dropped my cell phone countless times over the two or so years that I've owned it - remarkably it still works essentially problem free - and recently I noticed that the case was coming open because a small screw was missing. So today I decided to go on a quest to get a replacement. I figured that your standard hardware store wouldn't have screws that were small enough, and I was correct. So when I noticed the model train store - yes, that's a store that sells just model trains - I figured maybe they'd have smaller screws. Unfortunately they didn't, so I stopped by a cell phone store, who told me they could send the phone away for repairs costing only 1.50 Euros, but meaning I'd be without my phone (my baby) for a week or so. Since I didn't like that idea, and was convinced there should be an easier solution, I stopped in a jeweler and watch repair store. There the woman said the screws they had would be too small, but that I should ask at the optician. I did, and finally found the screw to fit, which the nice lady put in and gave me for free!
Now the thing is, a year ago, I couldn't have possibly communicated what I needed. Moreover, my inability to understand where one finds the things one needs - I didn't even know what you called, let alone where to find, a hardware store - would have prevented me from even trying. And more importantly the people at each store I entered nonchalantly today would have acted a year ago like they couldn't possibly be the person who could help me - why would I even come to an optician with a cell phone?! This time around, I was able to communicate my rather odd-ball request, and everyone I talked to did their best to help me, until I finally found a solution.
I know a screw isn't that important, and I can just hear my mom saying, "Oh god, Mike, haven't you read the book 'Don't Sweat the Small Stuff'." But you need to keep in mind that this is how everything truly felt to us a year ago, not just the small stuff. Nothing was easy to find and everything we did was hindered by our language barrier. Yes, Sarah already spoke German (our one saving grace), but with enough of an accent and often in search of the right words, so that people would often assume she simply couldn't understand, and would give up on helping us. Let alone the majority of situations in which I didn't have Sarah with me as interpreter. 'Course she'll claim her German basically hasn't improved, and in terms of grammatical knowledge that's basically true, but it terms of daily usage, accent, vocabulary and the like, she's progressed a lot. And, of course, I'm now totally comfortable speaking German, when before I felt like an idiot just saying "Hallo" to neighbors in the courtyard.
What a difference a year makes!