Our
daughter's significant other, Rainer, keeps us informed
about what Mary's doing, how she is, the weather, the
music scene.
Thanks to
him, we have a pretty good idea what her life is like in
Germany. The postal services of both countries are so
slow that by the time a regular letter gets an answer,
we've forgotten the question. The telephone is too
expensive to use except for emergencies. Besides, the
six-hour time difference, their erratic work schedules,
and my preference for off-peak rates rule out phoning for
routine exchanges.
So for
years we mostly faxed, although I had to take care that
it wasn't so late they would be asleep. A single typed
page goes to Germany for about $1.29 after 5 p.m. and
weekends - not too bad. But at this end, my computer
is the fax machine. With only one phone line, I'd turn
off the phone ringer and leave WinFax on "Receive
fax" two nights a week.
Communication
has picked up considerably since Rainer got e-mail and
they've moved into the age of cybercommunication. Sort
of. Mary spends most of her time in Koln since taking her
new job there, although she still thinks of their
apartment in Gelsenkirchen as "home." When
she's "home," she writes me herself; when she's
in Koln, it's more complicated.
I write to
her by e-mailing Rainer, who then relays the message to
her by phone or fax. In reply, she calls him or faxes him
a note, and he scans it into his computer and e-mails the
image to me. Rainer's Internet provider is called
Freenet.de, which implies that it is a free service like
freeWWWeb here. The big difference, however, is that in
Germany there's a charge for every phone call.
Local calls
are cheaper than distant ones, true, but the system is
certainly a disincentive to long hours of surfing.
Rainer
thinks of us as family, and often writes us cheery,
chatty letters himself. Even after years of acquaintance,
German adults hesitate to use first names, but Rainer has
adopted Mary's looser American ways. His letters
invariably begin, "Hello Sallie! Hello David!"
They make me think of that silly "camp" song:
"Hello Mudda! Hello Faddah!"
His English
is excellent, although he sometimes apologizes:
"Sorry I am not a native speaker." He always
closes, "Lots of love to you and David," and
adds a P.S., "Hope to see you in Gelsenkirchen
soon."
He wrote
about Mary's moving day. Because he had a performance in
Gelsenkirchen he couldn't miss - he's an oboist and
English horn player in the orchestra there - he
rented a truck, conscripted a timpanist, and moved her
stuff downstairs the evening before. The apartment in
Gelsenkirchen is on the fifth floor. With no elevator.
"The
trip to Cologne was very short. Mary, Nico and I started
at 9.30 a.m. and we reached her [new] apartment at 10.30.
It took us 30 minutes to bring all her things up to her
rooms on the second floor. "There is a larger
kitchen (larger than ours), a bathroom (a third the size
of the bathroom here in GE [a converted bedroom] and a
living room which is a little bit larger than our music
room. She'll buy a loft bed to have more possibilities in
this double-used room. Then we went to a breakfast
restaurant and had a nice second breakfast.
"They
have a really good local coffee brand which made a
delicious milkcoffee. After our return to GE I took the
truck back to the rental station and I rode on my bike
back home."
He
described the planned loft bed as tall enough for him, at
six feet, to stand under. "Mary's loft bed is
handcrafted by a local joiner and we hope that she gets
her mattress pretty soon. We too think that a loft bed is
a good idea and we'll put a Schrank [wardrobe] and her
desk under it."
For Mary's
birthday, they "went to a nice restaurant, The
Whistle Stop Cafe, the name of the restaurant in the
movie `Fried Green Tomatoes.' Had a delicious meal. Great
food."
Rainer's
stories seem to revolve around eating. He mentioned that
at the time we were boating in Alabama, they were
"in Alabama too, but our Alabama was a nice little
restaurant in Cologne with good food and cool drinks...
"Yesterday
your gift for Mary's birthday was in the postbox. I was
on the way to Cologne anyway so I brought her the present
[a Marilyn vos Savant memory-exercise book]. "I met
her after her rehearsal in the evening and we went to a
Mexican place for dinner. She liked your present very
much and started to read in the book instantly. We loved
the Dave Barry clips, especially the majonaise
story."
I sent him
a postcard of the Chattanooga Choo-Choo - his hobby
is railroad photography. "Thank you for the postcard
from Chattanooga. It's a great train and I have the music
of Glen Miller in my ears.
"We
opened the new opera season on Sunday. It was a (too)
long show (almost four hours), but all the artists,
including the orchestra, had been invited by the
Forderverein [a sort of theater Booster Club] to the
foyer and we had free food and drinks. A nice gesture, I
think.
"Many
people asked for Mary and I had to explain a lot what she
is doing now." '
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