A fair performance


The signs at Hannover main station welcome you to the trade fair town. A proud statement that is evidenced by the 131 hectares of space that I visited earlier this year for the industrial technology trade fair. President Obama decided to as well, touting the US manufacturing industry, as the key sponsor to this bi-annual event.

I toured the modern, functional halls, 26 in total, discovering block upon block of tooling, engineering and regional German state offerings, displaying products, services and new innovations. The Germans are the world champions of trade fairs, 2000 will be held in 2016, way ahead of USA with 1146, China with 592. In fact more Germans go to trade fairs than go to watch the German football league, another field they are world champions in.

So why are the Germans way ahead of the rest? Perhaps because they were the first to establish the idea. In 1165 Leipzig formed the first trading fair, where the local rulers set a precedent of only allowing local traders to trade within a mile radius of the town. And after the 2nd World War it was the British military that established Hannover as an export trade fair to support West German manufacturing that has now become the biggest trade fair site in the world.

So how does Great Britain fair in comparison? In Hannover I couldn’t find any British manufacturers, which is a reflection perhaps of an economy that now focuses on service industries however, in 2016 the UK exhibited 589 trade fairs putting it in 4th place. That puts it above England’s, Wales, Scotland’s and Northern Ireland’s world cup football ranking and is frankly a fair performance.

Conker Culture

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October in Britain heralds the coming of the conker season. This time honoured tradition of collecting the largest and potentially strongest conkers, hardening them by drying either on a radiator or in an oven, and then threading them with string, is seen as the most important game of the month in every school playground.
And in October there are two official tournaments on the Island, the first being the World Conker Championship in Ashton Northamptonshire which started in 1965 and attracts audiences of some 5000 people, and the second the Scottish Conker Championships in the Tweed Valley. The rules of the game vary but the goal is to smash the opponents conker to bits by hitting it with your own, which requires good eye-hand coordination and a certain amount of nerve.
And what happens when the conkers fall in Germany?
Not surprisingly they are put to an altogether more creative and less competitive pastime.
Kastanienmännchen or conker figures are animal or human figures constructed and created with matchsticks or wire. The different shapes of the conkers are used to create the body parts of the figures and this apparently not only develops the children’s dexterity but also their creative skills.
So does this difference offer an insight into both cultures? Maybe.
The British are good at making games and the Germans are good at making things.

A lot of allotments

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I travel on the German national rail network twice a week, mostly between Hamburg and Berlin but also to other major cities, so I get plenty of time to take in the view. And often what you see on the city outskirts are Kleingartens or allotments either squeezed between the roads and rails or backing onto the lines. But the allotments in Germany differ from the English ones and it got me wondering why this is so.
German Kleingartens (small gardens) typically have a well manicured lawn with hedges or fences dividing the properties. Each plot has a small building which resembles a house not a shed, with sloping tiled roof, windows, patio, satellite dish and flag pole for the national or regional flag. The houses even have toilets and kitchens, and there are a strict set of legal rules to adhere to within the Kleingarten community.
In England the allotments are more utilitarian and used for growing vegetables, they have small sheds that only house the gardening tools and often the plots are divided by wire or narrow raised grass path.
So why the difference?
Most people who live in German cities rent apartments. This means they have no gardens with the traditional lawn and herbaceous borders. At best they may have a balcony, so there was a greater need for allotments to be used for relaxation and to let people appreciate the outdoors.
In English cities, more people live in houses that have gardens and therefore allotments have traditionally been used to grow food and not to relax in. England also has a tradition and history for landscape gardening and people model their gardens enthusiastically on the latest gardening trend or design, so there is less desire to do this on an allotment. And furthermore there is a higher single property ownership rate in England and less dependency on renting, so that maybe another reason why there are around a million rented Kleingartens in Germany and only 80,000 rented allotments in England.

Christmas time Mistletoe and wine?*

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Being a regular traveller on the Deutsche Bahn (German National Railways) has made me familiar with the landscape in Northern Germany particularly Brandenburg and Sachsen-Anhalt. This is a flat and in places marshy land, with scattered trees and copses that in the winter reveals large nests of mistletoe. Although the evergreen globules are parasitic, it is difficult not to see them as a decorative touch to an otherwise bare winter landscape.

Across the English Channel, I’ve rarely come across mistletoe in its natural habitat. Instead, Christmas sees clusters of mistletoe hang from ceilings or door arches in churches, houses, pubs and universities. This ancient tradition dating back to the Druid times, was meant to bring good luck and to ward off evil spirits. Nowadays the English tend to use it to hide their inhibitions and kiss each other underneath it, whilst removing one of the berries, a tradition handed down by Norse mythology.

And not unusally, if you go far enough back the Germanic and English roots of the word Mistletoe are intertwined (pardon the pun). Mistel derives from Old High or Middle High German probably meaning dung, and toe from tån meaning stick in Old English. Which makes sense if you taste the berry and look at the plant and means it’s best advised to leave it hanging in the tree or from the door frame at Christmas time and not to sample it with the wine.

*Mistletoe and wine is a No. 1 hit Christmas song made famous by Sir Cliff Richard

Grinding out a living


Coming out of Hamburg main station via the north exit you are occasionally greeted by a sound rarely heard these days: the trickle of tunes from a barrel organ. With his old-world instrument and the music of a bygone era, the organ grinder is not like the ordinary busker. I paused to listen (and to take a picture, and spare him some change), and wondered why this tradition has persisted in Germany, but not in England.

The riddle was not solved with a quick Wikipedia search. However, from what I can gather, the reason for one country’s abandonment and the other’s continued appreciation lie in the particular circumstances of the barrel organ’s invention and later uses.

It is not known when the barrel organ, or ‘Drehorgel’, was invented, but the first mention of such an instrument is from 1650, in the writings of the German Jesuit priest Athanasius Kirchner (1601-1680).

It appears that these mechanical instruments were often produced by the same craftsmen, many of them German, who also made the great church organs. The organ business was, in other words, a continental, and often German, speciality.

Portable organs made their way to England in the 18th Century. However, throughout the 19th and 20th centuries local authorities often banned the public playing of them. The players would simply grind out the same tune over and over again, being more of a nuisance than anything else. The derogatively named ‘organ grinders’ could hardly be blamed, though. They rented rather than owned the instrument, which were often of poor quality and with limited ability to change tunes.

In Germany it was perhaps a different matter: here there were well-produced organs, owned by their players, who consequently also had a much greater interest in their upkeep.

Fast forward to today, and a detailed internet search will show you that there are just six recommended street organ makers in England; in Germany, the picture is very different with over one hundred manufacturers. You might say that with such a long history of craftsmanship and being the so-called home of the street organ, it is hardly surprising that some organ makers still manage to grind out a living.

Maibowle, built in Germany, invented in Britain?


In May last year, an East German publican introduced me to a summer punch, a drink previously widely known but now rarely served at least in its fresh, homemade variety. The main ingredient of Maibowle, or May punch, is a forest plant called Waldmeister, Master of the Woods in English but more commonly known as woodruff. Once the plant has been procured the punch is easy to make: two parts white wine to one part sparkling dry white wine, which is then infused with a bunch of Waldmeister flowers for thirty minutes or so – don’t include the stalks, though, as they will leave a bitter taste. Sugar is added if desired, and strawberries as a garnish. The taste is herbal, with hints of cinnamon, and is supposed to have medicinal properties (a claim made for most alcoholic drinks, it would seem). Speaking from personal experience, it certainly has the desired effect.

But is it really a punch? Well, the word ‘punch’ comes from the Hindi ‘panc’, meaning five, referring to the number of ingredients: alcohol, sugar, lemon or lime juice, spices (or tea), and water, a way of mixing drinks that the British discovered in India and immediately adopted as their own. Europe was quick to follow, and by the eighteenth century a punch bowl was a popular addition to the china cabinet in both Britain and Germany [see the Meissen punchbowl in the picture above]. You might argue that Waldmeister in its simplest form has only two ingredients – Waldmeister and wine – but many recipes suggest lemon juice, too, or soda water instead of the sparkling wine; throw in a bit of sugar and it’s a punch, in the strict definition.

When you then also learn that the word ‘Bowle’, which in German simply means punch, is borrowed from the English word ‘bowl’, I think there is enough evidence to suggest that the British have been a key influence in building something uniquely German.  

Organised Fun – Rheinland Style


Every year in February, exactly 40 days before Easter Sunday, organised Spass (fun) on a grand scale takes over the cities of Cologne, Dusseldorf and Mainz. It is carnival time, and should you not be able to make it to either of these cities you need not miss out: the stage shows and processions of floats are broadcasted live on national television, for what seems like days on end. Frankly, it all leaves me a little bewildered.

Trying to make sense of the many activities is difficult, but one repeated feature is the men in mock military costumes. These representatives of the carnival societies preside over the various ceremonies – like the official beginning of the carnival year, and the crowning of the king and queen of the carnival. For the televised shows they are seated on stage, introducing and commenting on the acts of well-fed cancan dancers, squeaky-voiced ventriloquists and Schlager bands. The audience, also in fancy dress, has their part to play too. Acts are interspersed with chants, songs and rhymes, impossible to decipher for those unfamiliar with Rheinland carnival rituals and the local dialect. Though even to the outsider, it is clear that the carnival is more about repetition and ritual, rather than the unexpected.

Indeed, years of practice have gone into the performance. I am reliably informed by the official German carnival website that in 1823 Cologne organised the world’s first carnival parade. Before that, in the Middle Ages, the farewell to meat (‘carne vale’) at the beginning Lent was an often boisterous and wild affair. By the nineteenth century such spirits had been calmed by modern sensibilities, though, and something like what we know today began to take shape.

It would appear that the uniforms, for all their garish splendour, epitomise the organised style of carnival: they lend the event the air of a well-planned military campaign. However, it is important to point out that these costumes were at least in their conception meant to poke fun: they signify local protest against the regimentation and control of the military forces that occupied the region, the French 1794 to 1814, and the Prussians thereafter. But is it possible to put on a uniform, and stay true to the carnival spirit? After all, in spite of the original message these outfits are now part of the structure that brings order to chaos.

Is this all fun at the push of a button, then, a yearly repetition of well-worn jokes – a few days release, forgotten again until next year? More to the point, is it really fun? To judge it properly you have to understand the jokes, the rituals and the dialect of the Rheinland. It’s not for general consumption. Compare it to, say, Shrove Tuesday, when the Brits kick off Lent by dressing up as old women and race each other with frying pans whilst trying to toss pancakes. Is that more fun? Not really, just less organised.

All quiet on the Western Front?

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Having spent some time in England over the festive season, I found myself bombarded (no pun intended) by news relating to the upcoming centenary of the outbreak of World War I. I also read that German politicians are not planning high-profile remembrance services, preferring instead more low-key ways of marking the event – a fact that seemed to disappoint the British journalist who wrote the story. It is interesting to observe how we become accustomed to our national perspective on issues, making it difficult to see another point of view.

But then Britain’s relationship to the Great War is perhaps unique – the issue is still very much alive. The annual National Service of Remembrance plays a pivotal role throughout the country with live coverage from the Cenotaph in Whitehall on the Sunday closest to 11 November (World War I Armistice Day). Also, expressions like feeling shell-shocked (when something far more mundane is the matter), or ‘all quiet on the Western Front’, to say that all is calm and there’s no trouble brewing, are still used widely.

The latter one is interesting. The Western Front, where most British servicemen saw action, ran from the coast of Belgium through France and down to the Swiss border, and was so named quite simply because it was in Western Europe. The source of the expression is more surprising: it is the title of a 1929 novel by the German writer Erich Maria Remarque, an unflinching tale of the mental destruction and eventual annihilation of a group of young German school friends at the front. The book became an American Oscar-winning film in 1930 and was translated into over fifty languages, making it a bestseller. Though a World War I veteran himself – his book was based on personal experience – Remarque’s dim view of armed conflict did not sit well with German ‘politicians’ at the time, and he enjoyed the further distinction of having his book burned by the Nazis.

Germany has come around to Remarque’s point of view, though. A few weeks ago on ’Tagesthemen’ (Review of the day on German national television) there was a report covering the Federal government’s support for the launch of Europeana 1914-1918, an online archive dedicated to telling the usually unheard, personal stories of World War I through film, pictures and artefacts from different sides of the conflict. The act of supporting and publicly promoting this archive – which is partly the work of Oxford University – reflects a more European, less nationalistic perspective on an event that will be occupying the media extensively in 2014.

Schlager – A well-kept British secret?


Last week I saw a poster announcing that Cliff Richard would be playing in Berlin next May. Sir Cliff, at the O2 Arena – one of the biggest venues Berlin has to offer. Clearly his audience in Germany is not limited to mildly curious Brits abroad with a taste for the ironic. But who is it, then, that the organisers are hoping will pour into the stadium come May? Could it be that Sir Cliff appeals to the same kind of people who listen to ‘Schlager’, a genre that has lately enjoyed a bit of a renaissance in Germany?

Schlager literally means hit music. More specifically, it has simple, easy-to-remember tunes and lyrics and is sung by solo artists sharing happy ever after stories, often in an almost confessional style. Heimweh, or homesickness, is as upsetting as its gets. As a late-night infomercial for a multi-CD Schlager compilation has it: ‘Nur Schlager, nur gute Laune’ (loosely translated: Only Schlager, only a good mood). Tonally, parallels may be drawn to folk and country, but without any hint of hardship. In other words, Schlager does its best not to offend or upset, which may go some way to explain its wide appeal and enduring popularity.

The 50’s and 60’s were the heyday for Schlager in Germany, a time when post-war austerity was giving way to the good times of the ‘Wirtschaftwunder’. Holidays in southern Europe became popular, and so did romantic tunes of sun-kissed bliss by the azure Mediterranean. Golden hits hail from this era: ‘Santa Maria‘ by Roland Kaiser, ‘Ein bisschen Spass muss sein‘ by Roberto Blanco and ‘Griechischer Wein’ by Udo Juergens. However, Germans were not the only ones who liked to spend time in the sun: in 1963, a very young Cliff Richard went on his ‘Summer Holiday’ and came home with a hit – a Schlager of gute Laune, easy rhythm, and sing-a-long potential.

And if you think Schlager in Britain begins and ends with Sir Cliff, think again. Try humming along to these ones: Elton John’s ‘Nikita’, Tom Jones ‘Delilah’ or Petula Clark’s ‘Downtown‘; easy on the ear, and impossible to get out of your head. While they are there, why not go for the full Schlager experience? Link arms with your companions, and sway gently from side to side. You are now partaking in the art of ‘Schunkeln’ and have truly crossed over.

Hardcore Schlager (savour that oxymoron) remains rare among British artists and audiences, though. From our shores, only Sir Cliff has managed to enter the Schlager Hall of Fame (ZDF on a Saturday night, in other words), perhaps in no small measure thanks to his willingness to sing in German. Swing by Youtube for a listen. Even better, buy a ticket for a once-in-a-lifetime chance to schunkeln to Sir Cliff live. Who knows, you may find me standing next to you, ready to link arms.

A Merchant Adventurer

English House, Hamburg, Lithograph by Jess Bundsen 1811.

English House, Hamburg, Lithograph by Jess Bundsen 1811.

I went on a short adventure to Hamburg recently. I stayed in the Harvestehude quarter of the city, an area not unlike London’s Holland Park or Richmond: tall town houses and small front gardens, and a park, the Innocentiapark, planted with oak, horse chestnut and ash. An Englishman, and particularly a Londoner, can feel at home here (bar the lack of organised flowerbeds, deck chairs and the sound of leather upon willow). Add to that the regular sightings of MGB GT’s and original Mini Coopers in British racing green, and you might wonder if you’ve stepped through a portal to old Blighty.

It got me wondering why Hamburg is so enamoured by the English way of life and to find out if its not just me seeing the world through St. George-tinted glasses: the good Bürgers of Hamburg are self-confessed anglophiles. Using a pre-Google method of finding things out, I went to the Historical Museum of Hamburg by the beautiful Alte Elb park, another place reminiscent of London’s parks. Here I discovered that a group of English traders called the Merchant Adventurers began trading in Hamburg with the agreement of the city as early as 1567. The Merchant Adventurers specialised in exporting cloth from England to the Continent in the early fifteenth century, but set up shop, as it were, some hundred years later in Hamburg. The term ‘merchant adventurer’ also refers to those who were willing to adventure or risk their money on speculative ventures.

The Hamburgers and the Adventurers seemed to hit it off, and after 1611 the Adventurers’ foreign trading activities in Europe were centred in Hamburg, with the city offering them a property free of charge in Alte Groeningerstrasse, aptly named the English House (see picture). The company survived in Hamburg as a trading guild until 1808, when the Napoleonic Wars forced them to retreat west of the English Channel.

Perhaps these old trading ties are the reason why Hamburgers continue to have a soft spot for their neighbours across the water. And the affection is not one sided: Hamburg merchants were the only Germans allowed a permanent place on the London Stock Exchange, and for many years it was a firm tradition for Hamburg merchant sons to serve an apprenticeship in a British company. So perhaps there are older and deeper reasons for Hamburg’s enduring fascination with England – the traditional tailoring, the sporting pursuits like rowing, horse racing and cricket, or design like the parks, cars and houses. Ultimately, we are perhaps not so very different: adventurers, of the mercantile persuasion.