
Once again, let me begin by saying life in Germany is awesome. I absolutely love it here! I have, however, learned a thing or two about the realities of life abroad. What follows is the next list of discoveries, oddities and annoyances revealed in my first months as an expat American living in Hannover, Germany:
- Shameful public artwork is everywhere. It seems like every corner is home to a bronze sculpture featuring a pair of naked Germans, heads hanging in shame, mumbling to one another, “God we suck.” Yes, I understand the travesties of the world wars. I totally get the need to remember, to learn and to honor the dead, but I’d like to take at least one leisurely stroll around town without feeling like I just took a shower in dog poop and shame sprinkles.
- Soccer fans are scary. There are few things I enjoy less than being surrounded by drunken soccer fans, hooting and hollering as they stumble through the train station after the big game. Hell, any game. I’m not convinced the fans I’m seeing even go to the games; I think some of these guys just put on their team jerseys and scarves and go watch whichever team happens to be playing on TV at their favorite watering hole. And there’s something about a big German man wearing a scarf striped with his local team’s colors, swaying as he walks toward me with an empty beer bottle about to tumble from his fingers, which I find — on an instinctual level — absolutely terrifying.
- Germans are downers. This may have something to do with point #1, but a great many of the Germans I’ve encountered are depressing as hell. Nothing is ever awesome. Even if something is mostly awesome, like having a job as a wealthy, internationally respected beer taster, the average German will focus on the one part of that job which blows, and feel the need to tell me all about it. “Yes, I have a good job as a beer taster, but there is only one electric car charger at the brewery; it is indicative of a larger problem within our educational system and our government as a whole, and demonstrates the fact that our entire country is about to implode in a morbidly depressing vacuum of apocalypse.” I mean, sure, Germans have been through some crazy ups and downs throughout history, so maybe even now they’re afraid to get their hopes up, but Jesus; let’s turn those frowns upside down, Deutschland! Look, you have dirndls and beer all around you! Dirndls and beer, God damn you.
- Everybody is tall as hell. I’m sure someone out there can explain the correlation between height and colder climates, but all I know is here in Germany, I’m like Frodo Baggins in the land of the Silvan Elves. I’m about 5′ 10″ (or 5′ 11″ — when I’m totally lying), and I always thought my height was pretty average. Not here. In Lower Saxony, I’m surrounded by these elongated, angelic beings with wonderfully straight hair and wings sewn of Jack Wolfskin polyurethane.
- Even in Germany, there are assholes. Of course I am aware there are jerks in every country, but I’d hoped Germany would be different. Yes, this was my own cultural bias, but I didn’t want to let it go. Not even at the immigration office (Ausländerbehörde), full of snorting pencil pushers, who calmly lost my residence application and then told me not to worry about it. Or that sad little beer tent at Oktoberfest, where the waitress shut down my attempts to order in German, advising me, “Just speak English, it is the language of business.” Or those drunken soccer fans on Georgstraße, who passed my wife and I, asking, “Is this your boyfriend? No? He’s your husband? Are you sure?” But finally, reluctantly, I had to admit there are a few jackpipes in my beloved Germany. Luckily, for each one I meet, there seem to be 10 warm and wonderful Germans just waiting to brighten my day here in Deutschland.
If you’d like to read more of our Things That Suck About Living in Germany lists, check out our previous posts:
Five Things That Suck About Living in Germany
Five (More) Things That Suck About Living in Germany
Even More Things That Suck About Living in Germany

I must agree about #3! I’m currently in a German integration course since the immigration office is requiring me to go. I’m scheduled to take the B1 level exam at the end of January & I’ve told my teacher “I really hope I pass because I want to be finished with school.” Her response is “But if you fail, they give you another 3 months of class” along with a skeptical look as if I can’t possibly think I will pass, or should even want to. Be a little positive & encouraging, lady! “I hope you pass too!” isn’t such a tough thing to tell me.
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Oh wow! My integration course is about to start! This is great information!
And I can just see your teacher already. All I can say is I will soon feel your pain.
Best of luck on that test!
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I’m kind of laughing at #1. At least it’s not graffiti. I think you should take lots of smiling photos in front of them. #5 – Well you know. What can you do? They are in every country. But I would stay away from those soccer fans if I were you. Yeah, they’re intense. Hopefully you don’t meet #2 and #5 combined!
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Thank you Bumble! And you are right, Hannover has very little graffiti. Not like Berlin. Jesus Christ.
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Oh…you’ll have to take picture of that, too!
I have a question. I want to start a new thing on my blog where I feature a blogger. I would just put a link to a post of theirs that I liked. I wanted to feature you with your Bakery post that I found so funny!!!
Because this is my first time doing it, I would write a post to kick it off. Would that be ok with you? It’s totally fitting since you’re one of the first bloggers I met in the blogosphere, oh so long ago!
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Of course! And thank you!
Please send me an email when the post is live and I’ll add you to the Our Friends list of links on our blog. (Oh, and please remind me in the email that you are The Bumble Files. (Sometimes I don’t connect the email address to the blog person.)
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Cool. Thank you! Definitely I will email the post. Would you like for me to refer to you personally? I apologize but I’ve forgotten your name. It starts with a J, right? Either way…I can just do your blog name too! Thanks! – Amy
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Awesome. Yeah, let’s just use the blog name: Oh God, My Wife Is German.
Cool, I’m looking forward to the post!
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Hey, I have the post up. I’m getting lots of feedback over on my blog…They all love your post!
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I just read through the comments. Such positive feedback! Wow! Thank you very much.
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