I am not a journalist
Today M and I went to the Kulturfrühstuck which means literally, “culture breakfast.” This was an event put on by the Ausländerbeirat which is the advisory council for foreigners here in Lüneburg. Umm, it was okay. The food was excellent. It was a pot-luck type of thing and I ate some awesome food. I’m on some crazy eggplant kick now so I was chuffed to see it prepared there in about 4 different ways. Yum. There was a great Opera singer, a so so tango dancing couple, a belly dancer (Grrrr) and an asian woman karaokeing the hell out of “I Will Survive” while jumping on the tables and dancing provocatively for the Mayor and others (Hmmmm). There was also a gospel choir that was, well, really really white. Don’t get me wrong, they were good. They could sing in harmony and carry the notes but it was so lacking in soul. So Lawrence Welk. It was, shall we say, unsettling.
At one point I was introduced to the lady organizing the thing and it was made known that I was American. She was really excited about that.
“Oh I should have introduced you to the crowd”
“Uh, no that’s alright.”
After that I went to get a cup of coffee and she cornered me.
“Are you a journalist?”
“Oh, you are?”
“I am not a journalist.”
Then she proceeded to introduce me to the mayor and city council of Lüneburg and other politicos.
“This is Nate. He’s an American journalist living in Lüneburg.”
“Uh, Hi. I’m not a journalist. Nice to meet you.”
I didn’t really know what else to say. In hindsight I could have cracked a joke about not voting for them. The joke being that I can’t vote here. Ha! The look on their face made it clear that they didn’t know what to say either. So I busted out my secret ninja vanishing trick AKA turning around and walking away and got my coffee. I’m not really comfortable in those kind of situations. I’m not really sure what kind of situation that was, but I just wasn’t feelin’ it. I was glad to leave. Dude, I am so not a journalist.