I love how in Germany restaurants closed on Mondays will say, Montag ist Ruhetag. Monday is our day of peace. And every single day, week in, week out, when you are finished your work and knocking off for the day, home time is Feierabend: celebration-evening. People will say to one another consolingly at the checkout: Not to worry, it’s nearly Feierabend.
The peace at one end of the day, festivities at the other: it seems to me somehow an ideal sweetness for the life.
gorgeous post.
thank you.
i love your writing Cathoel ????
Did not disappoint, lovely read..as always!
Thank you so much, lovely Jo. ????
I was just thinking recently about the biblical prophecy, ‘the feier is coming’.
Wow, Tamsin, what prophecy is that? I don’t know it. Or maybe… the feuer, the fire? I do love how those two words sprout one from the other.
Ahhh! That language!
Tcha! Its knotty formality & honeyed heart.
No wonder you are enjoying being there. I don’t know if I ever mentions this small thing but I met a couple of people from Augsburg. Beautiful lilt to the language. Very intricate and subtle. Impossible for me to get anywhere near it.
You had never told me that, Chris. Augsburg has always seemed to me such a wonderful name. It does tantalise.
Thanks so much for this wonderful post, dear Cathoel! Lass uns ganz bald an einem Ruhe- oder Feiertag diese sweetness in Berlin genießen.
Gerne, Fran, machen wir!
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