Be: Beer on the grave

Friday, January 28, 2005
On this day:

Beer on the grave

I just remembered a Berlin story I wanted to share.

While living in Berlin, we lived across from a cemetery. One day I saw a German women (I assumed this because the German women I saw had hairy armpits, as did she) pouring beer on her husbands grave. I remember thinking her husband must have really liked his beer.

I wondered if my mom would pour scotch on my dad's grave when he died.
-she didn't-

I recall taking a train with my family to E. Berlin. There were soldiers with guns everywhere. They made the Americans wipe their feet on a piece of carpet after getting off of the train. It seemed heavy, dark and mean there.

I was a little bitty girl, but I remember seeing the wall.