William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Tag Archives: Germany
A stream of consciousness, passing through April
We felt it winding down, that April. Who gets to be in Europe for nine months like that? I had no business complaining about having to go, it was time. It was starting to leaf out on the trees along … Continue reading
Posted in musings, prose, travel
Tagged Germany, humor, Memoir, memoirists, memory, parenting, postaday, prose, stream-of-consciousness, the nature of memory, travel, William Pearse writer, writing memoir
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Snow song from a train heading north
Sideways snow outside the window, all of us bundled with our gadgets, our books, our friends, the din of soft German going through tunnels, beneath bridges, the ivy, the vines, the limbs cut to the nub: I sit on the train and … Continue reading
Posted in poetry, travel
Tagged escapism, existentialism, Germany, poem, poetry, snow poem
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Understanding ist einfach
I tried wearing the same pair of jeans every day until something happened but nothing did. It was hard to remember what day it was. They asked us at the airport when we talked to the Bundespolizei, who were nicer … Continue reading
Uncommon denominators
Today we put down a deposit on a used car in a town we couldn’t pronounce that sounded like a slur or spit coming up — Eberhard got right on the used car search with his handy at the Bahnhof … Continue reading
Posted in travel
Tagged 70s music, blogging, European travel, expats, family, fear, German culture, Germany, Memoir, men, midlife crisis, parenting, Schengen, Wordpress, writing
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The logic of the bells
I turn like a rotisserie chicken every quarter hour in bed, with a window angled open toward the church up the street and the bells tolling every 15 minutes, and I wonder if they’re live bells or triggered by some … Continue reading
No Wi-Fi in the Alps
Ventured out for our first family getaway to Rothenburg ob der Tober. Took the 81 toward Untergruppenbach, then the 6 toward München, the 7 to Ülm. Espoused our strategy for spending money in the middle of a cobblestone street when … Continue reading
Der Zug hatte Verspätung
The day starts around 5 with me getting up before my phone can wake me, up the street to the Bahnhof to catch the 5:57 to Frankfurt. But they announce (in German) the 5:57 is delayed by 10 minutes, cutting … Continue reading
Posted in travel
Tagged attac, European culture, German culture, Germany, humor, Memoir, travel, traveling with pets
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