Sadly, my German is almost non-existent, although I did a little at school.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm German in my mind, but from a Germany that doesn't exist any more.
Being German, I think we don't really express a lot of things.
I can't say I'm thankful about being German because I sometimes experience it as a huge burden. But it is an integral part of me and I wouldn't want to escape it. I have accepted it.
My mom taught me German before I knew English. And I went to French immersion school.
I'm into all things German. Everything that I own is German. As far as cars go, anyway.
More particularly, having a largely German-oriented education has made me very responsive to 19th-century German literature.
I've lived for 10 years in Switzerland, so I speak German.
Not unless I do all these ancient and Italian or French or Baroque in the beginnning, I do German.
I felt no need to write a German-bashing play.
My friends often tell me how very German I still am.