From Berlin to Nairobi

Giraffes at the Nairobi National Park

The first week in December I set off to Kenya with my German colleague Ute to attend a conference on the creative economy in Africa. The conference brought together creatives from over 30 African countries to discuss the state of the cultural and creative industries. I learned a great deal (if you’re curious to learn more about the creative economy check out this report, for more on the organization that convened the conference, click here). 

The cultural economy conference

 The conference was intense, but luckily Ute and I had a little time to explore. Nairobi was a bustling city with new constructions going up everywhere we turned. This rapid development is happening alongside extreme poverty, which we only caught glimpses of from position as conference attendees staying in a nice hotel in the wealthy part of time. 

Me and my colleague Ute in Nairobi

The highlight of our visit was a tour of the Nairobi National Park, which takes up 117 sq. km. just outside of the city center. Ute and I took a Land Cruiser tour along the park’s rugged roads and got to see all sorts of large animals—several types of antelope, giraffes, white and black rhinos, buffalo, gnus, and boars. Sadly, no lions.

Artist workshops at the GoDown Center in Nairobi

We also got to visit a really cool arts space in Nairobi, The GoDown Center. GoDown converted an old industrial space into offices and studios for nonprofit arts organizations, artists, dance and music companies, etc. It was impressive to see how this cluster of creative enterprises was beginning to reshape and revitalize Nairobi's industrial neighborhood.

Saint Nicholas Day

Today is Nikolaustag or Saint Nicholas Day.  Saint Nicholas was a Greek bishop and patron saint of children, students, marchants, archers, sailors, fisherman, pawnbrokers and thieves, that lived in fourth century A.D. in modern day Turkey.  There are legends of his good deeds and miracles (which may have included magic wheat, would-be prostitutes and cannibalistic homicidal butchers!). Here in this part of Germany there is a big difference between St. Nick and the Weihnachtsmann aka Santa Claus/Chirstmas Man.  Santa Claus is more commercial (think Coca-Cola) and arrives on December 25th to the front door bearing gifts in return for a song from the children.  St. Nick looks similar but is dressed like a bishop.  In Germany, Nikolaus is usually celebrated on a small scale. Many children put a boot called Nikolaus-Stiefel (Nikolaus boot) outside the front door on the night of 5 December. St. Nicholas fills the boot with gifts and sweets overnight, and at the same time checks up on the children to see if they were good, polite and helpful the last year. If they were not, they will have a tree branch in their boots instead. (Other countries tell of Black Petes, Moorish characters who will steal the naughty child in a sack).  Apparently,  I was a good boy this year because this morning I found a chocolate Santa Claus (confusing, right?) on my doorstep!  Happy St. Nicholaus Day indeed!

Riding Black

The transportation options in Berlin are pretty sweet.  If you do not feel like taking your bicycle through the flat city on one of the many bike lanes there is always mass transit.  We have been taking the bus, trams and metro lines constantly since we arrived.  They are new, clean and always punctual (if not early).  This is a stark change from New York City.  The metro is divided up into many segments with the S-Bahn and U-Bahn doing the heavy lifting.  The S-Bahn stands for StadtSchnellBahn or City Rapid Railway and the U-Bahn is the UntergrundBahn even though much of it is elevated.  A passenger only needs a single ticket to ride any of the modes of transportation and it is based on the honor system (again, unthinkable in NYC).  I have been very dutiful to keep my monthly pass on me at all times, but recently I changed up my routine.  This week I also met the undercover ticket enforcement agents that confronted me on the last stop of my route.  Naturally, the one time that my ticket is sitting on my desk at home is the time I need to flash it.  The gentleman was not sympathetic to my plight and I had to pay forty Euros on the spot for "riding black".  That hurts.  I don't know where the phrase comes from, but it sounds pretty nefarious.  I could feel the cold stares from my fellow passengers as I mumbled a mixture of German and English regrets.  Needless to say, I now check hourly that my card is on my person at all times - if I accidentally ride black again I'll be in the red.

Thanksgiving in Berlin

We're still basking in the afterglow of our Berlin Thanksgiving, celebrated at our apartment last Saturday with old friends and new. As other Americans who have lived oversees have experienced, assembling a traditional Thanksgiving dinner can be a challenge. Lucky for us, one of the few butchers that carries whole, fresh turkeys happened to be located in our neighborhood, so we ordered the smallest size they sold (a whopping 15 pounder). The Friday before our big feast, I rode my bike over to pick up my bird and strap him into my bike basket. The cranberries came from our local farmer's market, from our beloved blueberry guy. With no canned pumpkin to be found, Kyle and I roasted and pureed a Muscat pumpkin. American-style pie tins are also hard to come by here, so we used a deep spring-form pan, which yielded something akin to pumpkin pie. Our friends brought some of the usual suspects (stuffing and sweet potatoes) and added some new twists (delicious cream puffs, chipotle cornbread stuffing, and a bottle of Polish vodka). All together we were 10 at the table, with our most honored guest, 15-month old Anna, presiding over the banquet. (Anna and her parents Sarah and Chris, friends from New York, were visiting us from Lithuania and brought delicious local sausages and some very strong mead.) Despite being far from home and family, we celebrated a cozy and delicious Thanksgiving here in Berlin. It was a good opportunity to reflect on the adventures and new experiences of the last few months and to feel thankful for the unique experience we're sharing in Germany.

Our cranberry connection.

Kyle carving up his first Thanksgiving Day Truthahn.

A very thankful (and hungry) crew.