Apparently, the Pope won’t be voting…

Tomorrow, September 18th, is election day in Germany and its citizens head to the polls to vote for Chancellor. The race has tightened up significantly, with the two main candidates literally neck-and-neck in the polls. Pollsters, national media, and political think-tanks say that many voters are disillusioned and will not even bother to cast a vote. Other reports cite that as much as 25% of the German population are undecided as to who to vote for. It appears that the winner may simply come down to who shows up at polling places on Sunday. Should be interesting…

And while we are on the topic of Germans casting their vote for Chancellor, it appears that one famous German will be a non-voter in Sunday’s election. Pope Benedict XVI has already stated that while he is technically still a German citizen with an address in Bavaria, he will not be casting a vote on Sunday…either by showing up at polling location to vote or by absentee voting.

Unlike most Germans, Benedict has had the opportunity to get a first-hand impression of both Chancellor Gerhard Schröder and his conservative challenger, Angela Merkel, when he met with them during his visit to Cologne for the Catholic World Youth Day in August.

The Pope is “mum” on the subject, but apparently the pope’s bro provides this comment. “He's the sovereign of the Vatican and doesn't think it's appropriate for him to get involved in the affairs of another state”, adding that Pope would definitely follow the election, albeit "not passionately." Maybe the Pope just wants to stay out of it. Seems he has been criticized in the recent past when he has spoken out on a number of other political hot potatos, albeit controversial referendums. But he has stopped short of backing political candidates, including this upcoming German election. Perhaps this pontiff prefers to keep private his personal preferences pertaining to politics…(how about that alliteration?).

Being that the election is on Sunday, I thought that his rationale for not voting might be a bit more simplistic and more along these lines. Something like, "Sundays are bad, because I kind of have to run a major world religion," comes to mind.

We could all learn a little something from sheep

Work has been hellacious the past two weeks. Lots of unexpected, last minute business trips along with long working hours, including evenings and weekends. I’ll spare you the saga as we all have our own work challenges and series of long days from time to time. And in the grand scheme of things, my work troubles truly pale in comparison to what those people who have been affected by Hurricane Katrina have been through as well as the volunteers reaching out to help.

Suffice to say, that besides eating and sleeping, the only activity that has been a part of my daily routine over the past few weeks has been running. Running can be cathartic to me in many respects. Most of you reading this will probably groan inwardly as I make this statement. Stay with me for just a moment, though. Besides the obvious benefits of exercise, running gives me a change of scenery that is so incredibly necessary when your home and office are one and the same. Often, fourteen hours later I realize, I have not even left the apartment for the day! That's when I throw on the running shoes and hit the pavement.

Running also clears my head and requires me to focus on something else for at least 30-45 minutes (or longer as my Saturday morning runs have proven in the past). Takes me outside of myself. Years of running in the “Hachie” as well as running in the country (Mike, Kay, Bud, and I running on Black Champ Road, seeing Bud McCrady every Saturday morning hauling hay or checking his cattle) became routine occurrences. It also taught me to not only appreciate the beauty of the outdoors, but the value of seeing the scenery not from a car or bike, but from foot. You are amazed at the things you see on a 3 hour run that you would otherwise miss.

For that very reason, I have never been a very disciplined treadmill runner. In Taipei and Seoul, it became a necessity given the road conditions, number of people, lack of green space, and bad weather. Not so in Düsseldorf! With the Rhein River just a two minute walk from the apartment, I can be on the running path in mere minutes. I could even run to the next village (11 km away) from the running path if I wanted to, so there is plenty of “running” room.

With all that said, my greatest enjoyment when I am running these days is getting to see “my sheep”. They are not literally my sheep, but rather a local owner apparently has permission to graze his flock along the Rhein riverbank, thereby feeding his sheep and providing the city a useful service by keeping a lot of the grass trimmed. Some days I see them, some days I don’t, as they vary their grazing locations. Usually, I smell them before I see them.

Still, there is something endearing about running along and watching the flock: seeing mothers taking care of new lambs, hearing the mewing of a stray sounding the alarm “I’m lost”, and watching with amazement as an adult sheep hears the cry for help and leaves the flock to circle back and pick up the straggler. I am not even sure if it is actually the mother of the stray that provides the help; it seems it is just the nearest sheep that provides the assistance. Moments later, lamb and flock are reunited.

Other times, if I am running just around dusk, the sheep “leader” of the flock often moves the group to the area where they will sleep for the night. Usually, this is under a bunch of trees or bushes. The flock forms a single file line, and all the sheep move that direction, “baa-ing” occasionally, but no one appears to be really too upset that their sleep or eating has just been interrupted. They simply get up and go. The flock just needs to stay together, and besides there is food and rest to be had at the next grazing spot.

Quite a metaphor for life, and so relevant in these days of Hurricane Katrina and strangers helping strangers. Some days, we need to be the sheep that helps the straggler, whom we may not even know and who is in trouble or pain. Other days, we need to be the leader that takes the initiative to care for the flock of sheep, move them to a safe haven, even if for the night. Finally, there are some days that we simply need to be a good “follower” and trust that the lead sheep knows what’s best for the flock, not complaining that our creature comforts are temporarily inconvenienced for a bit. Just pitching in and doing our part - we can eat and sleep later…

And just to think...I got all this from watching “my sheep” on my daily runs. Pretty amazing…

All eyes turn to Dresden

For those of you not particularly interested in elections even in your home countries, please forgive the next few days of blog posting as there will probably be a higher number of posts pertaining to Sunday's election for German Chancellor. I am reminded that the rules for elections can differ significantly... even within democratic nations.

Take this example...

Germany's highest court has ruled that preliminary official results from Sunday's general election should be released on Sunday and not kept secret until a deferred by-election two weeks later. Apparently, a by-election in the eastern city of Dresden has been triggered by the death of a far-right parliamentary candidate from the NPD party. Not even a candidate for Chancellor! As far as I can understand, German election law requires a separate election to be held in the event of a candidate's death, with this election coming about 2 weeks later. A replacement has already been found for the candidate who died, but there isn't enough time to reprint ballots before Sunday.



Very interesting...continuing on....

The German constitutional court (Supreme Court equivalent, I believe) rejected appeals by unnamed citizens demanding the preliminary results, usually published several hours after polls close at 6 p.m., be kept under wraps until after an October 2nd by-election in one of the country's 299 election districts.

Translated: a certain subset of German citizens will be required to wait 2 weeks to cast their vote for German Chancellor (highest elected official in Germany), but the results of the election held on September 18th will be made public anyway.

A few initial thoughts:
(1) Why bother going to the polls 2 weeks later?
(2) If it is a tight race (as has been predicted), do the candidates still get to "campaign" for two weeks after to "get out the vote in this one remaining district?

German politicians and legal experts are now starting to comment that a delayed election could throw into question the legality of the national vote. Could this be the next political election hot potato, supplanting the "hanging-chad/pregnant-chad" debacle in the US Bush-Gore election?

You can get anything in the Amsterdam airport terminal

Last Monday, another very last minute business to Bristol, UK required that my flight journey take me through the Amsterdam airport. Bristol is a lovely city BTW…so green, on the western coast of England, close to much history – Stonehenge, Bath, etc. – we’ll be going back, for sure! That is another blog topic, though.

Normally, I am quite bummed about having to “do the connection thing”. Invariably that is a recipe for disaster for me. As it turned out, I did have a little flight delay issue, but it was not a show-stopper and in the end, what can you really do?

On the return trip home, I did have a bit of window of time to kill in the Amsterdam airport. Let me just say this: I would go back to Amsterdam for no other reason that just to shop at the airport. OH...MY...GOSH! Just like Tom Hanks character in The Terminal, I could live for weeks on nothing but the items purchased from the airport shops. I would never have to leave the airport. This includes high-end luxury goods, clothing for pretty much any need (suits, dresses, casual, shoes, handbags, accessories), jewelry, newspapers and books (much in English), restaurants, drugstores, and grocery stores (yes, I can even buy food at the grocery store), post office, every type of telecommunication device required under the sun….and of course, all the perfume, chocolate, liquor, and tobacco products I could possibly ever need (which aside from the perfume is not much). Surely I could land a paying gig, possibly even take up residence at the airport hotel?

Before you start telling me that all airports are like that, let me say, "Not the ones I've travelled through". That includes Hong Kong, which I still consider the best airport I have ever flown in/out of.

For once, I was bummed that my layover between flights was as short as it was! Plus, how many airports offer the option of buying tulip bulbs in nearly every airport gift shop? It cheered me immensely just knowing that was possible…for a fleeting moment I was tempted to bring home some Dutch bulbs. Then, the thought of the face of a German customs clerk appeared in my head and I thought better of it.

Pick a Tap, Any Tap

Well, it comes as no surprise that Germans are “pulling out all the stops” in trying to predict Sunday’s election results for chancellor. There are a number of ways to try to predict the winner, with these methods ranging from the scientific to downright wacky (exit polls, newspaper polls, “the man-on-the street” opinions, think tank techies who “have the inside track”). We are familiar with many of them as they are often used in US presidential elections.

Personally, I like one of the German approaches because…well …it is so German. It seems that while beer has always been a national symbol, a mark of local pride, and a diet staple, it now have been given a new role: election indicator.

Called "Vote with Your Throat," the poll, sponsored by a local newspaper, consists of two beer taps, each one decorated in honor of an election candidate, either Schroeder or Merkel. It appears that one bar has decided to measure its patrons' thirst for change -- one beer at a time.

Planning to vote conservative? Then order a Merkel Pilsner (from the black tap). Prefer to stick to the current regime? Then, take a sip from the red tap for a Schröder Pilsner. Apparently, the volume of beer poured is digitally measured, and published daily on the paper's Web site.

At last count, the ruling Social Democratic Party (SPD) is in the lead with 1,312 liters (346.5 gallons), a fact that many are attributing to the fact that Berliners are anticipating the goodbye party for the SPD," and that many of those who ordered the Schröder Pilsner are drinking it "to drown their illusions”. Supporters of Merkel's Christian Democratic Union (CDU) on the other hand have so far only drunk 1,199 liters. Unfortunately, I can’t read German so I am not sure how the voting, or shall I say, drinking is going.

It seems that many agree with the overall assessment of the beer experiment: in the end, it may not really matter. A Merkel Pilsner and a Schröder Pilsner may come out of different taps, but they both pour the exact same beer.

German Class Update

Sorry that the sequel blog post for German school is a bit overdue. You see, I did not attend class on Thursday.

It wasn’t as if I intentionally planned on not returning to the scene of the crime: session 2 of German class. Especially, after my less than enthusiastic reaction to the introductory session. I can report that Buddy did attend the second class and had a much more positive reaction than I. No, my reason for not attending had everything to do with a business trip to Warsaw that resulted in a late night flight back to Düsseldorf.

I had just about made my peace with the idea that I was going to proceed with German school and enroll in the 8 week semester. Now, as I look at upcoming travel schedules for work, I can already see 5-6 potential conflicts when I am going to be traveling on business. Seems that may not be the best recipe for learning a language if you are going to miss 40% of the classes. A new dilemma unfolds….

Perhaps I should investigate this 1:1 tutor option....

A Debate About the Debate

Last weekend, German Chancellor, Gerard Schröder and Chancellor Candidate, Angela Merkel, held a televised debate. Polls show that while Schröder seemed to best Merkel during the debate, observers believe she gave a better performance than expected. Most critics concur that there were no apparent gaffes on either side, and that most likely, the debate did not really do anything to swing the election back in Schröder’s favor.

With that said, I am starting to either (1) observe a trend in lack of independent thinking on the part of Ms. Merkel, or (2) a really good job of trashing Merkel in the media is being done by Schröder operatives. The truth is probably somewhere in the middle.

Merkel has already had that little issue about using the Rolling Stones song Angie without getting copyright approval (see blog posting of 8/31/05 for more details). On Tuesday, she was accused of copying her closing statement in a TV debate from former US President Ronald Reagan. This time, Merkel's short speech at the end of her head-to-head duel with Chancellor Gerhard Schröder bore a striking resemblance to Reagan's statement at the end of his debate with then President Jimmy Carter in October 1980.

Here is where politics come into play. Schröder's Social Democratic Party outed the story to a German magazine that Merkel's speechwriters had copied the statement because they were convinced that it had helped swing the election in Reagan's favor. Merkel's CDU party, who have a clear lead in the polls, acknowledged that she may have borrowed something from Reagan's plea to voters. Merkel’s people say she “simply drew inspiration from it”. I might suggest a different word for it…plagiarism.

You remember the bit: Reagan encouraged his prospective voters to ask themselves a set of questions before going to the polls: "Are you better off than you were four years ago? Is it easier for you to go and buy things in the stores than it was four years ago? Is there more or less unemployment in the country than there was four years ago? And if you answer all of those questions yes, why then, I think your choice is very obvious as to whom you will vote for. If you don't agree…then I could suggest another choice that you have."

In her closing statement, Merkel asked her potential voters to engage in a strikingly similar kind of electoral soul-searching: "Is our country better off than seven years ago (when Schroeder came to power)? Is growth higher? Is unemployment lower? Do we have less bureaucracy? Are our pensions and health care better? If you can answer yes to all of these questions, then I think you have probably already decided who you will vote for. But if you have any doubt, if you do not want things to carry on as they are, then you have a choice." Yes, sounds similar to me.

Some things are the same the whole world around: death and taxes. I would also add politics to that group.

What Do I Know About LOT? Not a lot.

A little more than 24 hours ago, I was informed of a last-minute requirement to travel to Warsaw, Poland on business. Having been there once before, I felt I could maneuver the airport, ATM machines, taxi queues, etc. relatively easily, especially since I was a return traveler. Long story short, it was a quick in-and-out trip, which was relatively hassle-free.

As my meeting broke up earlier than expected, I was hoping to catch an earlier flight back to Düsseldorf. Unfortunately, no earlier flight was available on Lufthansa, the carrier I had flown earlier in the day. However, LOT, the Polish national airline carrier, a Lufthansa partner as well as a Star Alliance partner, had seats on its 5 pm flight.

Suddenly, I was faced with this quandary: do I fly an airline carrier I have never heard of or no nothing about their safety record? Or do I just take a deep breath, and climb on board a no-name carrier, resting calmly in the blind assurance that all will be well? Truthfully, I would most likely have passed on flying an unknown entity, but the thought of a bath and an early-to-bed routine (my morning had started at 4:30 am) rated a bit higher in priority than any potential safety concerns.

While the Warsaw airport, named after Frederic Chopin (how refreshing - cities actually naming their airports after cultural icons as opposed to only politicians), is quite old and dilapidated, a renovation project is currently underway. Still, you can imagine my trepidation as to the potential condition and age of LOT’s fleet as I stepped off the bus and walked across the tarmac to walk up the stairs to board the plane (you got it: regional flight, so we board the aircraft on the tarmac).

Well, it was lovely flying experience. Very new plane, albeit only a 70 seater. Clean. Leather seats throughout. Smooth flight. English and Polish speaking pilot. I must confess, though, that I actually did read the safety brochure, locate my exit rows, and watch the safety demonstration, just in the off chance I might need that knowledge…

Would be curious to know what you would do, so post a comment below by clicking on comments or the pencil. (I know, a shameless ploy to get people to post comments on my blog).

Guten Abend! Mein name ist Hachie Gal

(Technically, my first and last name would appear in the above phrase but the name has been changed to protect the innocent).

Yes, my first session of German language school was last evening. I was psyched, pumped, an eager beaver, ready-to-roll, locked and loaded, rarin’ to go, …in the famous words of that screen legend, “let’s get a move on, we’re burning daylight”. I couldn’t wait to start German class. And, I must confess, I was less than impressed.

Let me say upfront that I know I am a type A, highly motivated, and at times, anal retentive person who is probably every language teacher’s nightmare. (A recent work colleague has said that if he had to pick out the one Friends character that is most like me, it would be Monica. Guilty, as charged.). Yet, my idea of language school is not memorizing German phrases. I want to know why, how the language hangs together, and to be able to put into context what I am learning. Perhaps I expect(ed) too much from the first class?

Interestingly, my class only has 3 students, and we all speak a different native language: Japanese, Korean, and English. How the teacher is going to pull this one off is of great interest to me. Yet, 8 weeks is a long time to sit in class if you are not on-board with the instruction methodology or the teacher. I am thinking that if I am even referring to it as an ”instruction methodology” that I may be putting way too much thought into this thing. Can’t I just show up, and go-with-the-flow? Apparently, that remains to be seen.

Oh yea, my language book has no dictionary, so I can’t even look up a word. How is this possible? Had I not been around-the-block on this language school thing before, I might not have known any differently. But I do… (Surely there is no way German is harder to learn than Chinese - say it isn’t so?)

Check back on Friday morning for a follow-up report on German class. I shall return to the site of my linguistic demise of last evening…more resolute…more determined to make this thing a go. Side note: the jury is still out on whether I actually sign up for the entire semester.

Another icon of childhood TV...

After school must-see TV always included Gilligan...the man whose red shirt and white pants always looked so fresh even after years of being stranded on that blasted desert isle. Simply put, the day can't come to an end without saying, "Little buddy, we are going to miss you."

Looks like he'll be taking another trip of sorts that is definitely longer than a three hour tour...

http://edition.cnn.com/2005/SHOWBIZ/TV/09/06/denver.obit.ap/index.html

PS re: Lucerne

Appeared to have my facts a little inaccurate (thanks, Stefan, for the heads-up). Lake Lucerne is bigger than the Lake Zurich but it's not the biggest lake in Switzerland. That title apparently goes to another lake....Lake Geneva.

A Foggy Day in “Lucerne” Town

(Hopefully, Gershwin won’t mind the slight title alteration).

Our recent trip to Zurich also included a day-trip to Lucerne, which is about an hour or so by car from Zurich. Lucerne is a much smaller city than Zurich, with only about 100,000 people, but interestingly, Lake Lucerne is the biggest lake is Switzerland.

A thoroughly charming city and one worthy of revisiting. Apollo did play a cruel joke on us by allowing the sun to come out only as we were getting into the car to drive back to Zurich. Guess we’ll just have to make another trip (smile).

Zurich … a great weekend

Last weekend, Buddy and I made our inaugural trip to Zurich, Switzerland. Many reasons to go, which will become self evident as this posting continues….here they are, in no defined order:

• A first time visit to Switzerland (let alone Zurich) allowed us to add another “stamp” to the passport, figuratively speaking, of course. (Buddy and I are still hacked that we can't get passport “stampage in Europe, as we like the look of these bulging passport pages).



• Zurich is a great city, with just enough to see and do for a weekend without feeling rushed or overloaded.

• Lovely city that is extremely user-friendly. I am thinking that the 1 hour and 15 minute flight will be an easy repeat weekend trip when international necessities, such as English language books, cheap DVDs and CDs, clothing, etc. require a trip outside of Germany.

• We actually saw the city through the eyes of “locals”…which really is the best way to visit a city. Our friends went “way above the call of duty”, doing much advance legwork for sightseeing, restaurants, hotels, and shopping. Thanks, Stefan - you are the best!



• Easy daytrip to Lucerne…charming, indeed.

• Visiting new friends who will hopefully become old friends….



Although the weather was cloudy for some of the weekend, it did not dampen our enjoyment….we’ll be back….

Go speed racer… go speed racer…go, speed racer go…

I thought we might be the slowest drivers on the Autobahn. Well, apparently, there is someone else a bit slower than us. It seems that an 80-year nursing home resident decided he wanted to go shopping at a local area up the road from his residence. Gramps did not have a car, but he did have wheels of a sort…his motorized wheelchair.

As necessity is the mother of invention, Gramps struck out in his wheelchair for a little road trip. I like his thinking, but the execution was a little faulty. Top speed on the wheelchair is only about 10 kilometers per hour (6 mph).

Picture it this way: You are a trucker rolling down the highway. As you clear the hill, what do you see up ahead of you on the Autobahn but Grandpa “put-putting” in his wheelchair? Several passing truckers notified police and one quick-thinking driver even positioned his rig behind the man, thereby, protecting him from the speed demons that normally travel down Germany's largely speed-limit-free expressways.

Police were on hand to collect the man after he made a slow exit off the freeway and returned Gramps to his home, via a more conventional mode of transportation….an automobile.

Now, what I what I want to know is this: did Gramps ever get his shopping completed?

Excitement in the Hachie

Forgive the dual blog posting, but it is not often a celebrity personality has a brush with the law in Waxahachie. It appears that the Rev. Al Sharpton’s driver was driving a tad bit too fast on I-35E last Sunday afternoon. According to the Daily Light, “too fast” is defined as 110 mph. Yep, that is too fast.

According to Mr. Sharpton, the story is a fabrication and an outgrowth of Texas politics. Not sure I buy that explanation; can’t I get someone in the Ellis County DA’s office to fill me in on the “rest of the story”?

You can check out the story for yourself on the Daily Light website: http://www.waxahachiedailylight.com/articles/2005/08/30/dailylight/news/02%208_31%20sharpton2.txt. Any driver worth his or her salt knows that you can’t speed through Hill and Ellis Counties….you’ll be stopped for sure!

And yes, we do read the on-line version of the WDL every day from Germany...