A day spent working on class materials and dreaming of long holidays where no one is learning how to use the phrasal verbs in the correct manner!
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Yesterday we rose early at 6:30 am because we had to drive to Memmingen to see and photograph the Fischertag. The Fischer tag is one of those fantastic festivals that has been preserved from the medieval times and like so many other German towns and cities, the festival is special for the people of Memmingen.
“We can go to the Fischer tag and it can be a photojournalism feature for you. It must be worthwhile – only happens once a year,” Susi had said the previous day.
“So it’s only the men born in Memmingen who can take part?” I asked Susi, probably for the fifth time.
“Only if they are born in the Memmingen Hospital,” she said.
I was tempted to ask what the situation was for home births, but before I could she added
“and they have to be a member of the fischer club as well.”
The basic principle is quite simple. On a specific day in July the men of Memmingen who fulfil the above criteria, having spent the entire previous evening drinking until dawn, line the banks of the riv
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Last night it rained so hard here, just outside of Ulm, that you could feel the pressure front as the lighting storm moved across the valley. It was so high that my head hurt for a few moments and then it rained as long and as hard as one can imagine. Just hours of solid rain, pounding on the shutters. Every so often I would wake and think how happy the pumpkings would be. In the morning Susi told me that one of the cucumber plants had been blown over. So no much fun for ghurkin. Today I we are off to Ottobeuren and apologies if I spelt that wrong. Tomorrow, we hope to photograph the Fischer Tag, in Memmingen, when all the men dress up and jump in the river.
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