Britta's Letters from her life divided between city-life in German's capital Berlin and life in a Bavarian village

Sunday, 10 April 2016

Hi, I'm back from Bavaria!

©Brigitta Huegel

Dear You, 
You might have noticed that I was (unusually) "silent" for a short time - no comments from me, sorry - but I was away.
And - being on blogspot and Facebook with my real name, I know better than announcing that I will travel for a week or two - because that might bring to life one of the hilarious advices in Rohan Candappa's "Little Book Of WRONG SHUI":

                                                 NICE TO SEE YOU
                                        Attract visitors to your home
                                        by placing stereo, video and
                                        computer equipment where it
                                          can be seen from the road.

So: everything OK, no burglary, thank God.
I visited Son and Daughter-in-Love in Bavaria - and it was marvellous! This time I took the aeroplane (and in Berlin they even searched me at the airport control for explosives - but that's fine with me) - because with the ICE I have to travel more than 8 hours.
And then I had the great joy to see DiL in action as judge (interesting!!) and son as prosecuting attorney (interesting!!).
The controls before entering the court were even more detailed than at the airport ("Good!", I say as a mother and mother-in-law). They took away my "back-combing comb" with the very long needle-like retractable metal handle (sounds like a description by Hyacinth Bucket), and put it into a safe (right they were!) Taking away a paper nail file might be OK... - but this comb is a real weapon - and nobody at any airport ever cared...
So: soon you will hear more.

Ah, and I am glad to welcome a new follower here on my blog!


16 comments:

  1. Welcome back. So, you left home secure, and security followed you to Bavaria and back. Fun analogy, and looking forward to the adventures.

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    1. Yes, Joanne: in Bavaria I always feel safe! (In Berlin I feel brave - not bad either).

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  2. Were DIL and son working on the same case?

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    1. They don't even work at the same court!

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  3. Welcome home Britta. You must have been a proud mum, although I think you had to remain in incognito; security is never enough:-) Greetings Maria x

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    1. Thank you, Maria - sono una mamma fiera segreta :-)

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  4. A satisfyingly, secure sojourn !!! ....... welcome home Britta !!! XXXX

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    1. So it was, Jackie - I might become a security tester (they sometimes underestimate women on the shady side of Fifty :-). XXX

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  5. I was in a queue at an airport when this security flap started just after 9/11 and the Arab in front of me had a box of steak knives in his hand luggage!
    He said he was a chef in Dubai and he'd bought the knives in Harrods. I was pleased that they escorted him away for further questioning.

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    1. Hahaha, Gwil - almost the same happened to my sister: she wrote a little French cookbook and was invited to a TV-show to show how to make a Quiche. And she travelled with her knives - and when she told the reason why she needs them, the security guard said: "I've never heard such a strange excuse before!"

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  6. I am so glad you had a good visit. You are right. You must be careful about what you announce on-line. That is why I do not use my real name.

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    1. I related the blog to my website for advertising my garden-book project - so I had to use my real name (though nobody has my address, except the publisher). But if I want to do anything on Google with another name now, they always follow me back.

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  7. I am looking forward to your blog. thanks for understanding my post....

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  8. I use only the first three letters of my name online, followed by a period. Deucedly clever way of concealing my identity, I think. Geo., George --no, nobody will ever figure it out!

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    1. Dear Mystery Man (how come I'm thinking of a Stones'-title: "Hope you guess my name?" 'Sympathy for ...' but no, stop!)
      As your patron saint has spread his name well, Sherlock would be sleuthing more on the surname trace.

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