Remembering days in West Berlin

Not a statement,
  just memories of a feeling.

Age of seventeen,
  and halfway across the world.

Dark tan,
  and I had a fro.

...and a great accent.

Not my native one,
  picked up by ear and surroundings.

Able to carry on a conversation,
  til the words came a bit fast.

Always was fun seeing the shock in people's eyes.

Entschuldigen Sie bitte. Könnten Sie ein bisschen langsamer zu sprechen. Ich bin ein Amerikaner.

Author's Note

Just so you don't have to look up the translation, "Excuse me, please. Could you speak a little slower. I am an American." A few beers were gained by this little bit of respect by a visitor in another country.

Reviews

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:: wow... this is so sweet, crazy and funny... thank you for sharing these memories, mr. turtle... :)

[Renée]

thank you for the translation ... a fun little peak into a moment in your life ( :

[Jon Roggie]

Need to go back. Just have to track down a friend I wound up being the translator for!

[Renée]

oh you should and being a chef..well it is almost a duty that you do ( :

[Jon Roggie]

Back then, it was just being served beer at the burger companies. McKing's or something...

[Renée]

so you can drink at 17 in Germany ?