Another Week and Lots to Say
Hello again,
I left off after the first game of the World Cup. Now I will add more.
Here is a pic of the World Cup night from the Friday of the last blog (Peter from Ireland and Cesar)
Saturday/Sunday
On this day I wrote the last blog, which as you can tell by its length, took me a while. Lets just say that the my four finger typing method is sometimes not the most effective over the long hawl.
Anyway, in the evening I started getting ready and left to meet the group downtown at around 11pm at Reeperbahn in St. Pauli. There is something very relaxing about taking an hour train ride at this hour. Something about the darkness passing by is soothing. Also, on the way there, most people were dinking. Girls taking shots, men with their beer. Germany...
I think that I should give you a quick background on this area. Reeperbahn is an area just up from the docks. Since Hamburg is an old sea port, this area has become sunonymous with nightlife, from the more open bars, to the recesses of the underground sex business (has all this sparked your intrest yet?). "Reeper" of the bahn when translated has to do with the winding and making of thick rope used in the old days. Well, enough history.
I had gone walking in this area in the daytime the weekend before and I think it is a perfect example of that saying "as different as night and day." In the day the area was sparsely populated and the light of day making the sex shops and peak show displays seem oddly out of place. However, with the setting of the sun comes forth a brand new area. When the train pulled up to the underground station, it was shocking. The platform was comlpetely packed to the brim. As soon as the doors open us passengers were greeted by the drunk singing (or as close as singing you can get...) from a bunch of English byes "WE LOVE HAMBURG!". Once I managed to squeeze my way out and up the strairs to the street I was caught up in a huge crowd. Argentina had just played -and won (yea Ana)- in Hamburg, so there were people from everywhere. I even saw this black car with a bunch of Argentinian's that had a police escort (oh la la). As I was walking to the meeting point I found the answer to a question that had been on my mind for a long time. Lets just say that a group of Scots, kilts and all, delivered the second full moon of the night;~> So the answer is yes, no underware indeed.
Once I met up with the group we did some bar hopping. Eventually we ended up at a dance club. It must have been a good 30 degrees in the place. Boiling! The music was fun and the crowd was smushed togeather. I could definately pick out the cute Italians and Argentinians (and some not so cute...). Actually, while most eveyone was obviously sweating like mad, many of the Italians in their leather jackets did not seem to break a sweat. Weird. After a while, we tried out another dance place. What the first place had in terms of music and ambiance, the second place was left wanting. At about 4am I went outside for a breath of air, only to be greated by the rising sun. I had done it. Partyed all night until the break of dawn (I can almost swear that is the name of a song).
I cannot finish the story of the night without a mention about the prositutes. As we were walking to the first dance place we passes a Burger King. OK, I didn't think anything of it...at first. Marija stopped Tehri (The Finnish trainee) and I and told us to look more carfully at the fast food place. "See those women in front? There're prostitues:" she said in a rather matter-of-factly kind of way. You know, I honestly could not distinguish these girls from just your everyday partyer. The only real difference was that they were equipped with fanny packs. Now, I didn't care much for these in the first place, and now they have a new and messed up association in my mind. As Marija explained, they have a very special system of stepping forward, accepting or denying a bid then stepping back. Interesting. Also, this BK was right next to the police station. I guess it is very convenient for the girls since they can rely on a sort of protection from the police (or "polizei") while they are working. Rough business. I still cannot get over the fact they they really are so simlar to other women, yet very different.
I was not really tired and at about 5am we headed down to Fischmarkt. Fischmarkt is a huge market that sells most everything. On the way there we passed a street that was closed off. Behind the screen only men are allowed. It is not a written rule, but lets just say it is not a comfortable place for women. This is a street, very similar to Amterdam, where women sell themselves in the windows. Back to the market. There were the few people who you could tell had woken up to come there, and then there are people who never went to sleep (the majority). There were even pigeons and rabbits for sale. The old German man selling the rabitts looked at us women and told Marija that he has some lovely rabits but none as lovely as the ladies in front of him. Ohhh. We then headed to the same building in which we had seen the match the night before. It was packed! Live music and more beer. I am serious when I say that the drinking just didn't stop. I had a hot chocolate (with German chocolate, yum). I even joined a congo line or two with a bunch of Argentinian's/mix of everyone. At 8:30am I finally reach my room. I still did not feel tired, but when my head hit the pillow I was out. I woke up at 4pm in the afternoon. Needless to say that for the rest of Sunday I was not up to much.
Pic of some fun spirited Brazilians/ Everything
Pic of me and Tehri at 4am. Notice it is just getting light.
Pic of the group at 7am in a sea side building. Miguel and Peter are drinking beer. I have a hot chocolate. To each his own.
Place at 7am:
Tuesday
Today I went down to the Technical University of Harburg. A small university built in the '70's, it is a sweet place. I had a look at the library and might head down there on a working day to catch up on some chemistry reading. The library here is not great for research since most of the material is in German and most is on the topic of either engineering and economics. At the uni I watched (for the third time) a PHD candidate give her 30min presentation to a bunch of profs, her family, and friends. Very interesting work, and hard what amazing hard work she has put into her project. I understood some, such as "überkritischke fluide" (but this is not saying that I understood much). After I randomly met Elena from the IAESTE group and she treated me to some ice cream by the pond side. Really beautiful afternoon.
Wednesday
So finally after a long while of not getting a nice rest after 4am (due to the sun budding through the thin white curtains in my room), the Suisse guy in my flat, Jérémy, crafted semi-blackout curtains out of a table cloth for my windows. They are not the left over WWII Norwegian ones of my childhood, but they work just fine. He is a really nice guy.
As I was heading to the weekly IAESTE meeting I had a very interesting thought. Looking outside my train window I figured that yes I am in Germany, living like a lot of Germans do. I am starting to like it here. Pretty neat, eh? It is curious that when I chatted with Tehri (the Finnish trainee who arrived on the same day as I did, three weeks ago), she said that same thought popped into her head on Tuesday night. It takes a while to settle into a place, and even the slight pangs of home-sickness do surface every once and a while. I don't want to become too confortable, though, I don't want things to become too routine. After all, I am here to wander around and see new things. If the new sights become old, then I am doing something wrong.
This was actually the first time where I became near-lost. I would have eventually found my way there, but, as luck would happen, Yik, an IAESTE local member, happened to walk onto the same car on the same train I was going the wrong way on. He was not actually planning on going to the meeting, but decided to help me out. I tell you, seeing Elena one day and Yik the next. What are the chances?
Pic of really steep metro stairs:
This is funny:
Thursday
On Thursday I had a really neat time with the Chinese couple living a few rooms down. They thought I looked a bit flustered and hot and that I needed some relaxing. Warm tea, easpecially their special Kung Pow tea was just the ticket I needed. Warm tea? I wondered. I was already warm. They told me that the tea itself would relax the inside and that the warmth of the tea would cool me down. Cool. They brought out a small tea tray which had been decorated with small slits on the surface to let water flow through. There was a small tea pot and tiny tiny white cups. Lian Lian poured in the tea and added the water until it overflowed from the pot. She proceeded to pour the tea into each cup and then re-pour the tea from the cups back on to the pot. It smelled great. Jérémy joined us later and we went through 8 rounds of adding more water-no more and no less. Watching the pouring of the tea and drinking it was, as they said, very enjoable. Almost mesmerizing.
This couple are huge film buffs. Henning, the boyfriend, is a student at the art school and is very creative. Lian Lian studied music and is studying German now so that she can apply for a school in Germany. Henning showed me a book by his favourite artist. though I don't remember her name, her watercolour portraits were beautiful, suprisingly dark, and expressive.
Friday
Today I met up with the IAESTE group at in a hip area downtown to see a friend of one of the members do some DJaying. It was a cool place. Fussball tables are really popular here and there was one at this place too. Only this time, there was a kid, probably no older then 12 who was racking up the cash as he was beating all these adults competing against him. Firstly, it was a kid in the bar. Second, he was really out there. I guess it's Europa after all. I was appraoched by some woman who was either crazy or drugged up. Here is a sample of our conversation:
Woman:"What's your name?"
Me: "Alexandra. What's yours?"
Woman: "Hmmm (looking off into space)...It's not impotant. What's your phone number?"
She asked the same thing a few times. She also asked to dance and to take a "magical walk" outside with her. OK...
The dejay was not great, but it was fun being there and chatting with Tehri and Yik. I was asked aside to have my picutre taken by a guy with some fancy schmansy camera. He said he was from a Hamburg student newspaper and asked if I could look festive. I really couldn't think of a reason to say no, and he was quite handsome, so I did it. Hopefully it will not be published, but I guess I cannot be too sure, in hindsight, that it was a student paper.
Saturday
Today I really wanted to find something to decorate my white room, so I headed to a market recommended by the Chinese couple. I got there a bit late, so most everyone was closing down, but I soon realized that I would find nothing. I think it was mostly for Turkish and African immigrants, because I was most definately the palest there. Most of the merchandice looked like it was from a garage sale of an elderly person who just passed away. I think that is the best way I can explain it.
As I was headed home on the train I suddenly thought that no, it was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and I shouldn't go home yet. I got off at the next stop, got on another train and headed downtown to Altona, where I heard there was a street fest going on. I called up Tehri, who lives in Altona, and we spent the rest of the day wondering around the fair. Cool place. Lots of activities for kids, street performers, food (some good looking Turkish and Indian food, though I had filled up my stomach at the crepes stand. I must try a turkish pizza, though, the smell was great!).
Me at the fair:
Brazil:
Germans and their Wurst:
Monday
Today was the day I went on the yearly get togeather with the research group. The first leg of the day trip was conoeing and the second was food. Now, nothing is as simple as it seems. It ws warm and lovely on this tiny stream, that was just deep enough to support a canoe. When we reached a sort of bridge/locke we had to pick up the conoes and move them over a bridge. Fun for us there were these metal rollers. It didn't take an einstein brain to figure out that if we perhaps started at the top and rolled down we could pick up quite a bit of speed. I must say I got completely drenched. It was fun taking videos of screaming adults (I guess I must start including myself in this category sooner or later).
Anyway, because of the bridge/locke the water here was the deepest in the whole stream. When a group of three people, two of them not knowing how to swim, came down, their conoe filled with water and tipped over. At first no one really knew what was happening. Then we realize that panic has set in with the two non swimmers, as well as the swimmer (who was being pushed under water). About five of the men jump in the water from the conoes for the rescue. Skipping some bits, I will just say that eveyone was fine. Wet, but unharmed. The Indian researcher lost his glasses, which were then gone, not to be found.
After this, I had my first experience with German BBQ. Very good. Abit of heart attack on a plate, but tasty. The bosses then treated everyone to beer, coffee, and ice cream. It was nice. I also was not left to myself while everyone spoke German. I tried to make an effort to socialize. I am no social butterfly, but I tried. Perhaps now I am starting to feel more of a part of the group. I think people are starting to warm up to me.
Pic of me conoeing:
The bridge of terror (my boss is sitting behind me):
Tuesday
Today I picked up Geir and Oystein from the airport. Due to not paying attention I got temporarily lost on the way to the airport. Though I was about 25 min late, their flight was 35 min late. Thank god. Though my little room is a bit cramped, I hope they will have a good time here. More on this for next week's blog!
Lastly, a few more things I've noticed
1)There are even more flags now. On cars, on the side of buildings, on the faces of people, pastries, everywhere. I have noticed that German men tend to wear shorts a little shorter then North American men would. Saying this, I have seen German flags painted on the thighs on quite a few men.
2)Germans like their dogs. Wired-hair standard Dachshounds are very popular. Dogs also accompany their owners on buusses and trains. You get on a bus, and you never know if you will be sitting next to a German Shepard. I have a picture that I snapped of a lady and her lab.
3)Strawberry painted wagaons selling sweet Gemran strawberries have popped up everywehere. I must snap a picute some time.
4)German beaurocracy...I had to probably sign close to 15 forms to get my paycheck this week. Some things like: I am not part of a faciest party wanting to overthrow the government to I will put my hair up while using a screwdriver. These Germans, they really cover all their bases.
As you can tell, I have reached the point where my typing and mental facilities can no longer properly function. Enjoy
I left off after the first game of the World Cup. Now I will add more.
Here is a pic of the World Cup night from the Friday of the last blog (Peter from Ireland and Cesar)
Saturday/Sunday
On this day I wrote the last blog, which as you can tell by its length, took me a while. Lets just say that the my four finger typing method is sometimes not the most effective over the long hawl.
Anyway, in the evening I started getting ready and left to meet the group downtown at around 11pm at Reeperbahn in St. Pauli. There is something very relaxing about taking an hour train ride at this hour. Something about the darkness passing by is soothing. Also, on the way there, most people were dinking. Girls taking shots, men with their beer. Germany...
I think that I should give you a quick background on this area. Reeperbahn is an area just up from the docks. Since Hamburg is an old sea port, this area has become sunonymous with nightlife, from the more open bars, to the recesses of the underground sex business (has all this sparked your intrest yet?). "Reeper" of the bahn when translated has to do with the winding and making of thick rope used in the old days. Well, enough history.
I had gone walking in this area in the daytime the weekend before and I think it is a perfect example of that saying "as different as night and day." In the day the area was sparsely populated and the light of day making the sex shops and peak show displays seem oddly out of place. However, with the setting of the sun comes forth a brand new area. When the train pulled up to the underground station, it was shocking. The platform was comlpetely packed to the brim. As soon as the doors open us passengers were greeted by the drunk singing (or as close as singing you can get...) from a bunch of English byes "WE LOVE HAMBURG!". Once I managed to squeeze my way out and up the strairs to the street I was caught up in a huge crowd. Argentina had just played -and won (yea Ana)- in Hamburg, so there were people from everywhere. I even saw this black car with a bunch of Argentinian's that had a police escort (oh la la). As I was walking to the meeting point I found the answer to a question that had been on my mind for a long time. Lets just say that a group of Scots, kilts and all, delivered the second full moon of the night;~> So the answer is yes, no underware indeed.
Once I met up with the group we did some bar hopping. Eventually we ended up at a dance club. It must have been a good 30 degrees in the place. Boiling! The music was fun and the crowd was smushed togeather. I could definately pick out the cute Italians and Argentinians (and some not so cute...). Actually, while most eveyone was obviously sweating like mad, many of the Italians in their leather jackets did not seem to break a sweat. Weird. After a while, we tried out another dance place. What the first place had in terms of music and ambiance, the second place was left wanting. At about 4am I went outside for a breath of air, only to be greated by the rising sun. I had done it. Partyed all night until the break of dawn (I can almost swear that is the name of a song).
I cannot finish the story of the night without a mention about the prositutes. As we were walking to the first dance place we passes a Burger King. OK, I didn't think anything of it...at first. Marija stopped Tehri (The Finnish trainee) and I and told us to look more carfully at the fast food place. "See those women in front? There're prostitues:" she said in a rather matter-of-factly kind of way. You know, I honestly could not distinguish these girls from just your everyday partyer. The only real difference was that they were equipped with fanny packs. Now, I didn't care much for these in the first place, and now they have a new and messed up association in my mind. As Marija explained, they have a very special system of stepping forward, accepting or denying a bid then stepping back. Interesting. Also, this BK was right next to the police station. I guess it is very convenient for the girls since they can rely on a sort of protection from the police (or "polizei") while they are working. Rough business. I still cannot get over the fact they they really are so simlar to other women, yet very different.
I was not really tired and at about 5am we headed down to Fischmarkt. Fischmarkt is a huge market that sells most everything. On the way there we passed a street that was closed off. Behind the screen only men are allowed. It is not a written rule, but lets just say it is not a comfortable place for women. This is a street, very similar to Amterdam, where women sell themselves in the windows. Back to the market. There were the few people who you could tell had woken up to come there, and then there are people who never went to sleep (the majority). There were even pigeons and rabbits for sale. The old German man selling the rabitts looked at us women and told Marija that he has some lovely rabits but none as lovely as the ladies in front of him. Ohhh. We then headed to the same building in which we had seen the match the night before. It was packed! Live music and more beer. I am serious when I say that the drinking just didn't stop. I had a hot chocolate (with German chocolate, yum). I even joined a congo line or two with a bunch of Argentinian's/mix of everyone. At 8:30am I finally reach my room. I still did not feel tired, but when my head hit the pillow I was out. I woke up at 4pm in the afternoon. Needless to say that for the rest of Sunday I was not up to much.
Pic of some fun spirited Brazilians/ Everything
Pic of me and Tehri at 4am. Notice it is just getting light.
Pic of the group at 7am in a sea side building. Miguel and Peter are drinking beer. I have a hot chocolate. To each his own.
Place at 7am:
Tuesday
Today I went down to the Technical University of Harburg. A small university built in the '70's, it is a sweet place. I had a look at the library and might head down there on a working day to catch up on some chemistry reading. The library here is not great for research since most of the material is in German and most is on the topic of either engineering and economics. At the uni I watched (for the third time) a PHD candidate give her 30min presentation to a bunch of profs, her family, and friends. Very interesting work, and hard what amazing hard work she has put into her project. I understood some, such as "überkritischke fluide" (but this is not saying that I understood much). After I randomly met Elena from the IAESTE group and she treated me to some ice cream by the pond side. Really beautiful afternoon.
Wednesday
So finally after a long while of not getting a nice rest after 4am (due to the sun budding through the thin white curtains in my room), the Suisse guy in my flat, Jérémy, crafted semi-blackout curtains out of a table cloth for my windows. They are not the left over WWII Norwegian ones of my childhood, but they work just fine. He is a really nice guy.
As I was heading to the weekly IAESTE meeting I had a very interesting thought. Looking outside my train window I figured that yes I am in Germany, living like a lot of Germans do. I am starting to like it here. Pretty neat, eh? It is curious that when I chatted with Tehri (the Finnish trainee who arrived on the same day as I did, three weeks ago), she said that same thought popped into her head on Tuesday night. It takes a while to settle into a place, and even the slight pangs of home-sickness do surface every once and a while. I don't want to become too confortable, though, I don't want things to become too routine. After all, I am here to wander around and see new things. If the new sights become old, then I am doing something wrong.
This was actually the first time where I became near-lost. I would have eventually found my way there, but, as luck would happen, Yik, an IAESTE local member, happened to walk onto the same car on the same train I was going the wrong way on. He was not actually planning on going to the meeting, but decided to help me out. I tell you, seeing Elena one day and Yik the next. What are the chances?
Pic of really steep metro stairs:
This is funny:
Thursday
On Thursday I had a really neat time with the Chinese couple living a few rooms down. They thought I looked a bit flustered and hot and that I needed some relaxing. Warm tea, easpecially their special Kung Pow tea was just the ticket I needed. Warm tea? I wondered. I was already warm. They told me that the tea itself would relax the inside and that the warmth of the tea would cool me down. Cool. They brought out a small tea tray which had been decorated with small slits on the surface to let water flow through. There was a small tea pot and tiny tiny white cups. Lian Lian poured in the tea and added the water until it overflowed from the pot. She proceeded to pour the tea into each cup and then re-pour the tea from the cups back on to the pot. It smelled great. Jérémy joined us later and we went through 8 rounds of adding more water-no more and no less. Watching the pouring of the tea and drinking it was, as they said, very enjoable. Almost mesmerizing.
This couple are huge film buffs. Henning, the boyfriend, is a student at the art school and is very creative. Lian Lian studied music and is studying German now so that she can apply for a school in Germany. Henning showed me a book by his favourite artist. though I don't remember her name, her watercolour portraits were beautiful, suprisingly dark, and expressive.
Friday
Today I met up with the IAESTE group at in a hip area downtown to see a friend of one of the members do some DJaying. It was a cool place. Fussball tables are really popular here and there was one at this place too. Only this time, there was a kid, probably no older then 12 who was racking up the cash as he was beating all these adults competing against him. Firstly, it was a kid in the bar. Second, he was really out there. I guess it's Europa after all. I was appraoched by some woman who was either crazy or drugged up. Here is a sample of our conversation:
Woman:"What's your name?"
Me: "Alexandra. What's yours?"
Woman: "Hmmm (looking off into space)...It's not impotant. What's your phone number?"
She asked the same thing a few times. She also asked to dance and to take a "magical walk" outside with her. OK...
The dejay was not great, but it was fun being there and chatting with Tehri and Yik. I was asked aside to have my picutre taken by a guy with some fancy schmansy camera. He said he was from a Hamburg student newspaper and asked if I could look festive. I really couldn't think of a reason to say no, and he was quite handsome, so I did it. Hopefully it will not be published, but I guess I cannot be too sure, in hindsight, that it was a student paper.
Saturday
Today I really wanted to find something to decorate my white room, so I headed to a market recommended by the Chinese couple. I got there a bit late, so most everyone was closing down, but I soon realized that I would find nothing. I think it was mostly for Turkish and African immigrants, because I was most definately the palest there. Most of the merchandice looked like it was from a garage sale of an elderly person who just passed away. I think that is the best way I can explain it.
As I was headed home on the train I suddenly thought that no, it was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and I shouldn't go home yet. I got off at the next stop, got on another train and headed downtown to Altona, where I heard there was a street fest going on. I called up Tehri, who lives in Altona, and we spent the rest of the day wondering around the fair. Cool place. Lots of activities for kids, street performers, food (some good looking Turkish and Indian food, though I had filled up my stomach at the crepes stand. I must try a turkish pizza, though, the smell was great!).
Me at the fair:
Brazil:
Germans and their Wurst:
Monday
Today was the day I went on the yearly get togeather with the research group. The first leg of the day trip was conoeing and the second was food. Now, nothing is as simple as it seems. It ws warm and lovely on this tiny stream, that was just deep enough to support a canoe. When we reached a sort of bridge/locke we had to pick up the conoes and move them over a bridge. Fun for us there were these metal rollers. It didn't take an einstein brain to figure out that if we perhaps started at the top and rolled down we could pick up quite a bit of speed. I must say I got completely drenched. It was fun taking videos of screaming adults (I guess I must start including myself in this category sooner or later).
Anyway, because of the bridge/locke the water here was the deepest in the whole stream. When a group of three people, two of them not knowing how to swim, came down, their conoe filled with water and tipped over. At first no one really knew what was happening. Then we realize that panic has set in with the two non swimmers, as well as the swimmer (who was being pushed under water). About five of the men jump in the water from the conoes for the rescue. Skipping some bits, I will just say that eveyone was fine. Wet, but unharmed. The Indian researcher lost his glasses, which were then gone, not to be found.
After this, I had my first experience with German BBQ. Very good. Abit of heart attack on a plate, but tasty. The bosses then treated everyone to beer, coffee, and ice cream. It was nice. I also was not left to myself while everyone spoke German. I tried to make an effort to socialize. I am no social butterfly, but I tried. Perhaps now I am starting to feel more of a part of the group. I think people are starting to warm up to me.
Pic of me conoeing:
The bridge of terror (my boss is sitting behind me):
Tuesday
Today I picked up Geir and Oystein from the airport. Due to not paying attention I got temporarily lost on the way to the airport. Though I was about 25 min late, their flight was 35 min late. Thank god. Though my little room is a bit cramped, I hope they will have a good time here. More on this for next week's blog!
Lastly, a few more things I've noticed
1)There are even more flags now. On cars, on the side of buildings, on the faces of people, pastries, everywhere. I have noticed that German men tend to wear shorts a little shorter then North American men would. Saying this, I have seen German flags painted on the thighs on quite a few men.
2)Germans like their dogs. Wired-hair standard Dachshounds are very popular. Dogs also accompany their owners on buusses and trains. You get on a bus, and you never know if you will be sitting next to a German Shepard. I have a picture that I snapped of a lady and her lab.
3)Strawberry painted wagaons selling sweet Gemran strawberries have popped up everywehere. I must snap a picute some time.
4)German beaurocracy...I had to probably sign close to 15 forms to get my paycheck this week. Some things like: I am not part of a faciest party wanting to overthrow the government to I will put my hair up while using a screwdriver. These Germans, they really cover all their bases.
As you can tell, I have reached the point where my typing and mental facilities can no longer properly function. Enjoy
posted by Alexandra at 5:31 a.m.
4 Comments:
Alexandra, you seem to be glowing through the camera lens. I'm so proud of you and so excited for you. I really enjoy your blogs, so keep it up when you get a chance. Lets me get away from my cubicle for a few minutes. :-P
lovely alexandra. sounds like you are having quite a time. you deserve it. and yes, argentina rocks. and do you not agree that there are many hot argentinians?
Hey Al!!!
Love the pics! Keep them a comming! I will have some pictures of Edmonton, the family and of Tilley's sisters wedding to show you soon. I need to get my pics developed, but as soon as I do, you will have them!
I'm loving that your going out and experiencing Germany! And I especially love the picture of the tabbaco land, and the lady and her dog. I think if I were her, I would be a bit creeped out that someone took a picture of me on a bus. lol
Anyways keeping having crazy adventures and I will keep you updated! Love always-Abra
oh no!! im so pissed. argentina did not play their best. but im sure there are a lot of happy germans around. argh!!!!
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