Mini Identity Crisis
Yesterday after work, Tim and I drove up to Frankfurt with some friends to go to a concert of the L.A. Guns. Somehow during a ballad middle in the concert we got dragged onto stage with some other folks to sit campfire-style around the band. (No, this is not something I usually would do, but Tim was the first one to be dragged up onto the stage, so when I got pulled up I didn’t protest.) At one point, the singer asked me - in front of all the entire audience - “Do you speak German?” I hesitated, decided he meant fluent German, and said, “No”. He said, okay, what do you speak? I hesitated, decided that to answer “English” was trite and very non-specific, and answered with a smile, “American”. He laughed and said, “Where are you from?” I hesitated, hesitated again, and finally said, “It’s a long story.” (more…)