Learning Deutsch in Berlin

I have been thinking of sharing this stuff or not, but I thought may be this can do more good than not doing anything at all. As how the universal law says: Ask and you will be give, seek and you will find, knock and the door will be opened.

Last week, I happened to attend an open house event from Goethi-Institut, Germany’s worldwide cultural and language institute. There were many guests, as they had baking sessions of the best and tasty German bread. They also held taster lessons of German language course, as well as level screening test.

I am currently learning German for the preparation of A1 exam, and you can read here what I know so far. It may be by chance that I went to the event, because they are giving away prices to the attendees. One of that is a free 2-weeks German language course in Berlin.

To win that price, they are running an instagram contest with my entry here . Whoever gets the most “likes/hearts” will be on his/her way to Germany for the said course. It is my desire to get that chance, and so I’m having this courage to share that intention here and to reach out to those who can give a minute of their time and a big heart for this photo here.

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NaPoWriMo Day 5 – Invisible Friend

Melodic and whispering Birdsong,
Joined by the enthralling sound of wind,
I escaped the night into the
Bewilderment what’s causing the water’s
Outpouring in my solemn face.
Spring has come and for Each
Blossom of this delicate alluring flower,
Every part is a journey of remembering
That in my brokenness, a wandering stranger held the
Pieces of my shattered self, and jointly smell:
The essence of the delicate life that I
In my solitary distant world, know
Be set free. I take my time, and Yes! you’re
Intriguing, yet jaunty presence so very close
I can tell you’re with me by-and-by.


I am personally enjoying today’s writing prompt for NaPoWriMo – golden shovel. This form was invented by Terrance Hayes in his poem, The Golden Shovel. The last word for each line of Haye’s poem is from Gwendolyn Brook’s poem We Real Cool.

Well, it’s a bit of tricky form to follow for a poem, but it can be made simpler by choosing a short poem to shovel-ize. In recognition to one of my favorite poets, I picked a Rumi’s translated poem from Coleman Bark’s – Rumi: The Book of Love. If you read the ending word of every line from the poem written above, you are reading this Rumi’s poem – Birdsong, Wind …

Birdsong, wind,
the water’s face.
Each flower, remembering the smell:
I know you’re close by.