by Sam Winston
A MOMENT FROM MUNICH
When he hit the ground I thought for sure he was out cold. If not at least seriously bleeding. The music and the crowd of thousands were so loud that hardly anyone noticed. If he hadn’t fallen at my feet and spilled half a liter of beer on me, I probably wouldn’t have noticed either.
I was in the middle of explaining to friends how I thought the stereotype of German culture (beer, sausage, women in dirndl and a lot of cheering) strangely resembled the stereotype of American masculinity (Beer! Football! Cheerleaders! Meat!). That is why, I was saying, so many Americans love the idea of the Oktoberfest. Whether my German companions didn’t get my parallel or my German was incomprehensible above the din of oompah music I’m wasn’t sure. Nevertheless, they looked a bit perplexed. Read the rest of this entry »