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!)

5 comments:

Christine said...

Beautiful & well preserved houses & streets!
Language variations are so interesting!

Sami said...

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.

Iris Flavia said...

Yes, language sure is life.

PerthDailyPhoto said...

It's the same with English Iris, try reading ye olde original Shakespeare 😀

Iris Flavia said...

Oh, Grace, guess I wouldn´t understand that much :-)