Off to Germany We Go

On July 6, my family of five lugged our heavy suitcases into Yosemite International Airport in preparation for a three week long vacation in Germany. We got off to a rocky start when our flight from Fresno to SF was delayed, meaning we would miss our flight from SF to Frankfurt. We were told to come back at 4:00 AM the next day and they MIGHT be able to find us a flight. My dad called our travel agent and she was able to book us on another plane. We flew to SF, but had a 7 hr. layover, meaning we sat around in chairs for 7 long hrs. When we finally boarded the plane (which was headed to Munich rather than Frankfurt) we discovered that this plane had an upgrade-individual tv's! The 11 hr. trip went by like nothing. Soon we were on a flight to Hamburg, a town near to where we were staying. We were picked up by my grandma, grandpa, aunt, uncle, and two cousins. We rushed home, a little over the speed limit, to see the Germany vs. Spain game. Read about that below. :(

Soccer

When we arrived at my grandma and grandpa's house in Bad Bramstedt, we all rushed to the living room and turned on the tv. After fifteen minutes, the score was 0-0. Everyone was super tense. After the first half, it seemed Spain was in control. Time after time, a Spaniard had a golden oppurtunity, but couldn't convert. However, the Germans started out the first half with oppurtunities of their own. All of a sudden, it seemed Germany had gained the upper hand, nearly scoring several times. Just when it seemed the Germans would finally put one in the back of the net, Spain got a breakaway that ended in a corner. The German defenders left a man open off the kick, and he headed the ball in. The living room went dead silent. My grandpa stood up, mumbling something about the bathroom, my uncle just said, "Wow," my dad looked out the window awkwardly, and I stared at my toes in dissapointment. It was late in the game and the chances to score quickly against a team like Spain were slim. Although they almost got the equalizer, the young Germans left the game with only a chance for third.

Berlin

After a week of getting used to life in Germany, the Grunberg family was pretty on top of things. Soon it was time for a long car ride to Berlin. Berlin is the most amazing place I have ever seen! There were buildings from hundreds of years ago and they were all beautiful. One of my favorite sites was a water fountain with a statue of Neptune in the middle. Various sea creatures were spouting water up at Neptune and mermaids sat on the edge. However, there is a darker side to Berlin. As we learned, the nazis were a huge part of the history of Berlin. Among the buildings we visited were places where the nazis had had there headquarters.. We also saw a place where old and sick people were deported and learned that 50-150 people were deported to camps each month from that place alone. I was especially sad when we walked along underground torture/gas chambers where many had died. Right near the torture cells was a Holocaust musuem and it was so overwhelming to read the poster boards inside that we left about halfway through. About thirty years later, Berlin had another catastrophe. After WW2, Germany was in disrepair. In efforts to try to rebuild the country, the four nations who had won the war temporarily split Germany into four parts (one for each victorious nation). The same was done with Berlin. However, Russia soon grew greedy and wanted their part of Berlin permanantly. Berlin was again split, this time in two. Russia had one half, the east, and the other three nations (America, England, and France) had the other, the west. The west side was much better, because the Russians were not very nice to their people. The east, meaning Russia, built a huge wall with barbed wire and other little walls to keep its people in. This wall was called the Berlin wall and very few people ever made it across. Those who did make it had very creative strategies like using tunnels or submarines. The west side welcomed newcomers and sometimes helped people escape from the east side. My two favorite stories were very entertaining. The first was just a picture of a woman trying to escape out of the window of an east Berlin house. A guard is trying to haul her back into the house by her arm, and two west Berliners are trying to pull her into West Berlin by her foot. The second story is about a family of three who hid in a toilet near the wall. Once it was night time, they lowered each other over the wall by pulley. I believe both tries were successful. About 20 years ago, the residents of the east started rebelling and the wall was eventually taken down. We were able to walk along a path that marked were it had been and even saw some original pieces. It was all very interesting.

My Weekend!

On Saturday (May 15) I will go to my cousins’ birthday party. Since all of their birthdays are either in late April or early May, all three of them are having one huge party. This year, the party is carnival themed. My uncle, who is a VERY skilled craftsman, has handmade a ton of carnival attractions like a bowling alley, a shooting gallery, etc. Also, knowing my aunt, there will be lots of delicious snacks and drinks, so I am very excited. The only problem is that since all my cousins are younger than me, all the friends they have invited are also younger than me, so I will be the oldest kid there. Between screaming fourth grade girls, immature second grade boys, and kindergarten boys who want to play, I’ve got my Saturday planned out for me. It’ll be okay. I hope!

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