The emigrant's destiny: The foreign country has not become home, but home has become foreign.
--Alfred Polger (d. 1955), Der Emigrant und die Heimat
Emigranten-Schicksal: Die Fremde ist nicht Heimat geworden. Aber die Heimat Fremde.
Between 2007 and 2009, I lived in Los Angeles after living in Paris for many years. My Paris blog (before and after my Los Angeles sojourn) is Rue Rude.
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"Can you explain about lunchtime?" I asked the dean at the first parents' meeting.
"Well, there's no actual lunch hour, but they can usually grab a bite between classes. And of course everyone has at least one free period a day."
"How long do they have between classes?"
"Ten minutes."
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A tourist can be recognized at first glance. It's someone dressed so that, if he were in his own country, he would turn around in the street to stare if he saw himself walk by.
--Philippe Meyer in Portraits acides et autres pensées édifiantes, quoted in Le Bouquin des citations, ed. Claude Gagnière
Un touriste se reconnaît au premier coup d'œil. C'est un individu habillé d'une manière telle que, s'il se trouvait dans son propre pays, il se retournerait dans la rue en se voyant passer.
Not quite the same as the four course meal my five year old daughter gets every day at school here in France!
Posted by: Stuart Mudie | 12 September 2008 at 12:04
The two hours for lunch is different too!
Posted by: Sedulia | 13 September 2008 at 00:33
So what is the right amount of time for lunch? Who decides?
Posted by: Ken B. | 14 September 2008 at 18:13