I don't pretend to understand (most) Germans obsession with Native Americans or der Indianer but Baby Bird (my 4 YO not the baby) often comes home with a ring of feathers around his head doing a pseudo-native American dance and chanting. His preschool teacher even asks me about cowboys. Cowboys? I visited Silverwood once but that hardly qualifies as a history lesson. (Update: Silverwood was at one time a Wild-West theme park complete with a Hold-up train ride by bandits. It appears to be just a theme park now...with Garfield?)
Which is why even this surprised me when I turned on the morning news here last week:
Why was she interviewing an Indianer? Why was der Indianer dressed in a bathrobe?
As far as I could tell (everything being in German and all) the conversation was pretty innocuous. Perhaps it had something to do with the most ridiculous of musicals, Der Shuh des Manitu about...you guessed it...
but as far as I can tell, der Shuh des Manitu's run in Berlin is over.
On another note, somehow I managed to give birth to the baby-that-doesn't-need-sleep. As soon as I figure out how to:
a)make him sleep longer
b) type with 1 hand
both of which are seemingly impossible goals, I will return to blogging. Until then, it will be a bit sporadic.
Happy Funny Foto Freitag!