First days in Berlin

posted in: Berlin Life, Expat Life 2

We arrived in Berlin on Friday afternoon and we are now going through the labor pains of our new lives. I always think about moving countries in the same terms as having a child. It somehow seems fitting, after all it is two major changes in life, ones that change everything. So we’ve been through the trying to get pregnant stage (the months of deciding if we want to move, the decision where to, the waiting for the go), and we’ve been through the pregnancy (getting everything ready for the move, and living on excitement and boxes and the closing-down-your-life bureaucracy) and then on Thursday it happened – the movers came around quarter to 10 in the morning, and by half past four in the afternoon our home was completely empty except for 8 suitcases and two kids.

This is what happened when I asked the kids to decide what they wanted to take with them
The kids didn’t let the movers disturb their iPhone games.
Suitcases and kids

We left the keys with the guy who did our checkout process (sometimes this life really do feel like you are moving from one hotel to the next, where the only question is for how long you are staying this time) and loaded all our worldly possessions on the taxi, who, after stopping at the post office so we could send a letter to HMRC (who announced when I tried to talk to them on the phone that I did not pass the security questions, which were my name, address and date of birth) took two and a half hours to get to Gatwick (it was supposed to be an hour. But traffic, you know…) and gave us a chance to say a proper goodbye to London as we drove through most of it.
We decided to spent one night at the Premier Inn in Gatwick so we won’t be stressed about how long it takes the movers. An excellent idea, and we even managed to get some food, a shower and a few hours of sleep before our very uneventful two hours flight to Berlin (actually I have no idea if the flight was uneventful or not, since because we are 4 people we have to split up and I, as a known hater of flying get to sit in the front row with my book while Hidai got to sit in the second row with the kids. I was told everything was fine).

The kids have no problems with flying, as long as they can watch a movie and eat snacks.

And here we are, in our two weeks Airbnb apartment, which is located in Prenzlauer Berg (7 minutes from Hidai’s work and the area in which we want to live in) on the fourth floor of an old building with no lift. Which means we had to carry 8 suitcases with a collective weight of 100kg up here, and which means we’ll have to get them down, but which also means you try to minimise the amounts of times per day you leave the flat, and only get in and out once a day.
In the four days we’ve been here we saw 11 flats and 4 schools, shopped in 4 different supermarkets, found the famous pudding from the “pudding protest”, heard more Hebrew on the street than in all our years living out of Israel, visited Alexanderplatz, ate in McDonalds twice, sat in Starbucks, bought Dunkin Donuts walked about 10,000 km, and asked ourselves about ten times a day – do you think we’ve made the worst decision of our lives in moving here?

This is the pudding. It really is that cheap, we really did buy it, and we didn’t try it yet…

It’s not the German. You think it will be the language, but it is not. We all have some (very) basic German, and so many people around have more than basic English, and in some regards it reminds me most of all of Gibraltar, where the locals speak English and Spanish, and where we lived quite happily and spoke no Spanish at all. Funnily enough now every time I open my mouth to say Hello I end up saying Hola!…
I guess, it is, like in childbirth, the last moment before the baby is born and your life change forever. You can’t go back (as if three days ago you could), you have no idea what comes next, and you are terrified that it will turn out to be the biggest mistake of your life. It’s that moment before the foetus becomes a baby, before everything becomes defined and real and tangible. It is the moment you’ve been waiting for for so long, and you don’t want to be in, and you forget after you’ve gone through. It’s the moment when you tell yourself – never again.
Until next time.
Life right now is all one big unknown – no flat, no stuff, no school – so we tried clinging to the familiar, we bought the kids food they recognise, we tried to organised all of it “like home”, we try to have as much of the same routine as possible (though how much routine can you have when you keep running from one school to another flat?) and we took them to McDonalds and Starbucks to feel at home.
But it is not home. Not yet anyway. Everything here is a little different – the McDonalds here has a tendency to put Mayonnaise on everything and offer you soured cream sauce with your American fries (which are not like regular fries, or the ones they had in Gibraltar), and the Starbucks here (which is intended solely for American tourists and lost souls like us) has not moved from autumn to winter, and got stuck on Pumpkin Spiced Latte, at least on the poster, because they didn’t even have that in the store, and carries different juices and food. At least they had Yon’s favourite chocolate muffin. I think he would have just up and leave us there if they didn’t.

Starbucks

And this is how you find yourself sitting in Starbucks, on a gorgeous Sunday morning, with your Caramel Macchiato and a double chocolate muffin (extremely good by the way) trying to figure out why you aren’t happy. Why, even though you are completely sure you made the right decision, you feel like you made a huge mistake. Why, even though the food is great and the autumn is amazing, all you want to do is cry.
We didn’t do a proper Halloween this year, because we were so tired and weren’t sure where to go;

Kids having fun with some stick-lights in our temporary flat

We still can’t seem to crack the public transportation system and every time we get on a train (of any kind) we end up either lost or riding without paying;

a Tram in Alexanderplatz

We haven’t eaten a home-cooked meal in almost a week;
We have two kids who are on a constant emotional roller coaster and tend to cry for no reason and have bouts of extra-weirdness;
We can’t go outside without using the CityMapper;
It took us three days to figure out how to buy a pay as you go sim-card and credit;
We still can’t find bowls for the kids’ morning cereals and they eat out of weird plastic ones;

The kids are not used to eating cereals like that & didn’t believe that how we used to eat in the olden days

We can’t find a school that actually understand why you would want to meet them before enrolling your kids there;

But then,
The autumn is amazing and we’ve been having amazing weather – no rain, not even cloudy, and not so cold (around 15 degrees);

The food is great. The sweets and baked goods are even better;

Donuts! And they even had my favourite Boston Cream
Hot chocolate with Marshmallows 

They take Christmas very seriously, and especially Christmas sweets. The amount of lebkuchens I’ve seen (ok ate) in the past four days is… Ahmmm… quite large. I also bought a tiny ceramic reindeer. Just because it was wearing a sweater;

Not really clear, but Yon is eating a Lebkuchen

Yesterday we managed to pay the correct amount of money for the tram on time. Twice;

I actually pre-prepared money for two directions, in two different bags. And then the machine wouldn’t accept my 2 Euro coins. Of course.

I managed to do laundry on a machine where everything is written in German;
We’ve managed to get to Alexanderplatz even after our bus got into an accident and dropped us off somewhere unknown;

We managed to crack the renting system here and have three or four flats waiting for us to decide;
We managed to open a bank account and are just waiting for the documents;
I took the kids alone to the shopping centre to buy food and a toy in their now favourite store – Spielzeugland. And we managed to buy, pay, and get back home;

That’s actually from a different store, but hey – we got there and back as well!

We’ve managed to communicate with everyone with our barely-existent German, while talking Hebrew among ourselves and English with the kids;

And we’ve managed to survive almost a first week in Berlin.

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2 Responses

  1. Maia L.B.
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    You guys are amazing, full of energy and love to life and new experiences. I wish you all the best in Berlin (a bit late, I guess, since this post is from Nov.) and keep enjoying of the unknown. Lots of love.

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