Initially, I regarded men in Lederhosen drinking excessive
amounts of beer with a feeling of anthropological curiosity. This quickly developed
into a strong aversion. Then an outward snobbish dismissal. Like many of the
local traditions I was exposed to, it took me a long time to come to terms with
their strangeness.
In the end, it is all about getting beyond the stereotypes. Yes, many German are sticklers for punctuality, they generally don’t practice the principle of “customer is king”, they are not the best of dancers, some like dogs more than children, and many men like to wear Lederhosen… But, equally, they generally do help their neighbours, they tend to know a lot about international news, they take pride in a job well-done, and they bake fabulous cakes. But, are any of these things true? Maybe. Maybe not.
Certainly, some of the Germans I know possess
one, a few, or all of these traits. It doesn’t really matter because none of
the traits makes the person what they are… a living breathing fine human being.
Anyone who goes and lives in a foreign country
goes through various phases of transition: elation, resistance, transformation,
and then integration. Depending upon what sort of experiences you have, the
second phase can last a long time. This was certainly the case with me. The
real learning experience starts with the third phase of transformation, when
you actually start challenging and changing your beliefs. And the last phase,
integration, is where the fun begins!
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