Saturday, March 10, 2018
I Don´t Speak (That) German
Pics from last Saturday.
We went to HWH and whilst I tend to get lost and take the direct routes with Ingo we take new routes.
These houses in Echternstreet survived WWII.
Geez, I wouldn´t want to live in one!
But some people find them attractive and certainly I agree it´s historical and should be preserved.
On one was a sign:
I do understand (I think) that widows once lived here. And probably retired preachers. And that this was the old part of the city.
The rest? Not a clue!
Isn´t it interesting how much a language can change over the centuries?
I kinda think, too, that also back then here was the part of Germany where the "purest" German was spoken.
And I don´t have a clue.
(When Ingo was in Southern Germany people accused him to be arrogant cause he spoke like "the news guy on TV", LOL. But then in the South they call a Kartoffel (potatoe) a Kromberre. I´d be lost there!)
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Beautiful & well preserved houses & streets!
Language variations are so interesting!
I like the houses too.
When I lived in Portugal I noticed that even though it's such a small country, there are different words used for the same thing in various parts of the country, as well as different accents. In a hundred years time there will be a lot more words in every language that have yet to be invented.
Yes, language sure is life.
It's the same with English Iris, try reading ye olde original Shakespeare 😀
Oh, Grace, guess I wouldn´t understand that much :-)
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