Saturday: Went for a drive with Hani around old town. Went a bunch of places, saw some cool things, including
an airbus manufacturing place,
Went to a place called: "Jork." Pronounced "York."
Also took a quick drive through the Reeperbahn. During the night it's where all the "Independent Buisiness Women" do there... Buisiness...
(No, Mom, I really did not see anything, and it was not Papa's idea, so don't kill him, please.)
Sunday: Went to an old consentration camp, where my Great-Grandmother was sent.
Talk about depressing.
Last time I was this depressed was when we saw a movie in Mr. Caron's class about the KKK, and then I saw the KKK website.
The website makes you feel naseous, and mad, and sad- all at once...
...And some people say that none of it ever happened! That it's all "propoganda to undermined the great Nazi cluture" or some other B.S.
I don't get it... how can they look at all the evidence, and still say it never happened????
~Actual conversation between Papa, Hani, and Grannie-Annie on Saturday pu in for shock value to see if anyone besides my Mother, and Kelz is reading this~
Papa: Blah Blah Blah Poodle Blah Blah Blah (All in German)
Everyone is staring...
Papa: Oops.... I meant blah blah blah....
Papa: I was telling about the dog might end up having to be put to sleep, put instead I said murdered.
(Cue the generic laugh track)
Papa: Maybe I'll get him stuffed!
(Grannie-Annie and I look at each other, fear in our eyes.)
Papa: Maybe make him into a door stop!
Grannie-Annie: No, no Peter.
Papa: Then I'll stuff my wife , so he can forever be sitting on her lap!
(Everyone is laughing by now.)
Papa: Be a waste of a good chair though....
No, my Papa wouldn't actually do that, we were just joking around That's the way the humor rolls in my family.
Don't freak out, I swear- it's normal!