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tekom: Some thoughts on Germany

Saturday, November 10, 2007 — posted by Sarah

The tekom conference wrapped up yesterday (Friday), but like several other North American attendees, I stayed an extra day to bring the airfare down. (The difference between leaving Saturday and leaving Sunday -- over $1000. One extra night in the hotel? Significantly less than $1000. Extra night in hotel plus money spent while sightseeing on Saturday? Didn't look too bad until I converted back to Euros. At least I didn't buy the killer boots, NICKY. [Nicky: "They were on sale! And they fit! And it was only 80 euros." Me: "Per boot."]

Some differences between North American conferences and this one. Overall, attendees were:
The trade show component was enormous, and the booths were unbelievably elaborate. I think I might have mentioned the chocolate fountain, but there were also spinning logos atop the booths, juice bars, champagne, pretzels, croissants, fresh fruit, and assorted tchochkes including stuffed hamsters. Yodeling stuffed hamsters. Sadly, the trade show floor was so big that I could never find the stuffed hamster booth, even though my directions were to "look for the booth where the staff is wearing lederhosen." (Nobody could remember that company behind the yodeling rodents, which I suppose is bad.)

I was pleasantly surprised to find the hotel, conference center, and restaurants smoke-free. Apparently, an ordinance passed recently (since the last conference). (Discussion of the anticipated law, in German, here.)

Wiesbaden was founded because of hot springs and became a resort town back in Roman times. (more on Wiesbaden from Wikipedia in English and German) People still come to the various bathhouses (no, not THAT kind) for the water, which is said to have healing qualities. The hot baths go up to 66 degrees. Celsius. For those of us who think in Fahrenheit, that's...um....really, really hot. (150.8 degrees Fahrenheit)

In some of the baths, you are supposed to be "textilfrei." Hmmmm.

At several places in the city, you can see (and drink) water coming from the hot springs. The Kochbrunnen ("cooking well") has hot, salty water coming up out of the ground. While we looking at it and noticing the sulfurous smell, a woman walked up, filled a glass, and drank it down.

A colleague from a German consulting company stopped by our booth and said (in German), "I have come to assassinate you." (!) Now, I speak German fluently, but that was a new one. When you don't live in a country, you miss out on all the new slang and idioms. It turns out that he was not mad at me. The expression is similar to "I've come to attack you," which in a certain casual context might mean, "I've come to ask you to do something."

I've been de facto translator in several places. The waiters, of course, all speak English quite well, but when they discover that I speak German at the table (and nobody else does), they tend to start talking only with me and asking questions like, "And what does SHE want?" I suppose this is because they figure that speaking English runs the risk of miscommunication, but it does seem a bit impolite to treat the non-German speaker like a non-entity. One waitress did a great job of talking to me in German and everyone else in English, which was quite entertaining.

And finally, a sad story about being clueless. For dinner one evening, we went to a sort of quick-service Italian place. When you walk into the restaurant, you are handed a card, which apparently has an RFID chip. You go to the pasta station to order dinner, and the cook behind the counter rings up your order, waves your card at the register, and hands it back. Same thing at the bar. When you're done, you take your card to the cashier, who waves it at her register, which then brings up your bill.

So, after a tasty dinner, we go to pay, and after the waving operation, and a swipe (!) of my credit card, the cashier hands me a pen and a blotter-looking thing. I just assume this must be some new magic signature-capturing device, so I start to sign the blotter. The cashier looks at me kind of funny and says, "Um...it's still on its way." And about 5 seconds later, she places the PAPER credit card slip on the blotter. Oh. I console myself with the fact that at least she had something entertaining to tell her friends over beer later.

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