One month after coming back to the UK after having lived in Germany and Japan for a total of 6 years, a reverse culture tick hit me.
In the garden of a pub, I was sat with a nice guy, trying to charm him as I tend to do with nice young men. We were trying to find how compatible we are by asking each other ridiculous questions. He asked me what my favourite fizzy drink was.
“Uhm, well I’m not sure of the drinks round here but in Germany there’s this cola…”
To which he mock rolled his eyes, and poked fun at me for starting most sentences with “in Germany…” [Read more…]