Germany

I am from germany, yet i've been told to not love germany. Loving one's homecountry is something germans can't afford, for we still are reminded of our past every day. I am a memeber of the third generation of young germans that still have to carry the burden of guilt. It sucks to listen to the same old Nazi jokes in every chatroom i enter. The same old jokes, made by americansthinking that Paris is the capital of Spain or that we don't know what a television is and stuff. We listen to the same old shit every day.Most of my friends are what you would call »foreigners«. We here in Germany hate foreigners, don't we ? So I suppose I will have to kill my friends ? ..... Someday this crap will be over ! Someday europe will be what europe was meant to be, a country without borders, with open minded people and the remains of our past will be nothing but a threatening reminder of what fascism can do ! Yeah, thats basically what I wanted to say... Sorry for my english.

I dislike Germany, being a German. it's part of the national identity. Honestly, there's nothing much to like about us, is there?

Germany produces fine automobiles, guns, cameras, wine, and of course beer (and many other wonderful products, I'm sure).

Thirty years ago, one was not considered truly educated, especially in the sciences, if one did not speak German. Today German is still a fine language, but – like Danish, Dutch and Greek – spoken only at home among friends, being replaced by ubiquitous English.

I was a young lad, American, in 1940. I grew up with the propaganda. I grew up believing what I heard. I grew up frightened of anything Japanese or German. Then I spent six months in Japan. My fears went away. I did not find Japanese. I found people. They are not much different than my neighbors at heart. I have met many Germans here in my country. But that is not the same. I must visit Germany. I expect to find what I believe is true. I will find no Germans, just people like myself, carving out a life in a particular corner of the Universe. There is no such thing as a sinister people. Only temporarily misled people. I spent a large part of my life being misled. I am changing that now. Long live the human spirit!

What a strange country. I happen to live there. I happen to be German. It doesn't matter a little bit to me. I always thought of patriotism as rather disturbing, and whenever I see any Americans, Brits, French, Turks, Italians, or whoever, go all crazy, wave flags, dance around and get ecstatic about anythin patriotic, I just shake my head and think: What's so great about belonging to any nation? Nations are just some historical fiction! We're one species, called Homo sapiens.