This afternoon, Germany faces Argentina in the Fuβballweltmeisterschaft quarterfinal. I am going native for the occasion. Even though Aaron and I feel very fondly about Argentina after our month-long adventure there years ago, we are committed to rooting for Germany like true Berliners. In the quarterfinals, we routed England 4-1. Aaron and I sat demurely at home, but we could follow the game by the whooping that filled the city with every German goal.
The World Cup has transformed Berlin. Many apartments have put out flags, car owners bedeck their vehicles with black, red, and yellow. Every café has a big tv, preferable outdoors, to screen every game. If I didn’t know better, I’d expect some muting of today’s festivities given the 40+ (100 F) temperatures expected. I will update this evening with the results and photos of Berlin gone World Cup Wild.