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Hi from Berlin, Germany

vorsichtautist

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It's My Birthday!
I'm a diagnosed bilingual autistic expat living in Berlin. I see patterns, which means that my mind can connect the dots (i.e. my profile picture.) I avoid people in my private life but try to present a personable persona in public. Unfortunately, I'm unable to read mimic or make consistent eye contact, which makes passing more difficult.
About that user name: It really is just about raising awareness about autism and neurodiversity.
 

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I see, it is not all one word.
The username is two words and
means "Caution Autist."

Or, at least that's what the google
translator says it means.
 
Hi there! Welcome to AC. I hope you jump right in amd enjoy yourself here.
I used to live in Munnerstadt, after living in Schweinfurt a bit. I miss DE!
Anyway, I'm glad you've joined us here. :)
 
I had the incredible good fortune to marry a very kind, gentle German man I'd met online. He visited me in America, we fell in love, and he proposed. Several months later, I moved with Grimm (woof) to Schweinfurt, where my darling lived. We married. Several months after that, we moved together to Munnerstadt. He sadly passed away within a year.

I would live in Germany again if I were able. I love it there!
 
I had the incredible good fortune to marry a very kind, gentle German man I'd met online. He visited me in America, we fell in love, and he proposed. Several months later, I moved with Grimm (woof) to Schweinfurt, where my darling lived. We married. Several months after that, we moved together to Munnerstadt. He sadly passed away within a year.

I would live in Germany again if I were able. I love it there!

I'm guessing this was after 1990? Just wondering. There used to be a whole lot of Americans in that vicinity. Mom was all over Germany. She loved it. Especially Rottenburg.
 
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Yes Judge, it was 9 years ago. But, my late hubby and I did not know any Americans, and we didn't live near the Kaserne. I never heard English spoken while there, just German with neighbors and family, plus some local Schweifurt dialect.
I miss the Kartoffelpuffer, the culture, language, and the Christmas markets. :)

Sportster, very handsome photos!
 
Yes Judge, it was 9 years ago. But, my late hubby and I did not know any Americans, and we didn't live near the Kaserne. I never heard English spoken while there, just German with neighbors and family, plus some local Schweifurt dialect.
I miss the Kartoffelpuffer, the culture, language, and the Christmas markets. :)

Ah. Interesting...only nine years ago. I suppose it was quite different at the height of the Cold War many years earlier. When places like Fulda Gap and Checkpoint Charlie were "ground zero" flashpoints for potential hostilities that luckily, never happened.

It was always interesting to hear my mother comment about her travel experiences in "both" Germanys back then.
 
Judge, I wish I could have enjoyed hearing your Mom's stories.
I mostly hear (still today) stories of during the war from my German family when we Skype. Being bombed out and having to move house repeatedly, once even temporarily moving the kids to the countryside during heavy bombing, so they could stay at the housekeeper's house while Muti and Papa stayed in Schweinfurt so he could work at the SKF balboa ring firm. Muti making trousers for the kids with the blankets the British or American armies gave her (after the war) and bicycling many kilometers to ask farmers for any extra food for the kids. Plus, only Papa, who worked, could eat the butter, the rest of the family usually ate cheaper margarine. The kids going into the large community bomb shelters, many with pneumonia, during air raids, and thinking of it as an adventure, as kids tend to do. Kids got salt and flour from the occupying armies after the war, and a granola bar was a special prize.

Most of my experiences there were of love, walks, family, language, new customs, efficiency, dogs, rules, food, and wild boar.
 

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