But that's okay. You do learn about your place if you have a look to the left AND the right - and recognize how much you are influenced (or an influence). This book is made up of short stories and anecdotes about his experience in Berlin and Russia and is quite funny.
Suggest similar books that people might want to read if they enjoy the book … It's interesting to look at an immigrant's take on other immigrants, and (I'm wondering how many times I can use the word immigrant in this review!). {"pdpTaxonomyObj":{"pageInfo":{"pageType":"PDP","language":"nl","website":"bol.com"},"userInfo":{},"productInfo":[{"productId":"9200000034652704","ean":"9783894805913","title":"Russendisko","price":"8.59","categoryTreeList":[{"tree":["Boeken","Literatuur \u0026 Romans"]},{"tree":["Boeken","Literatuur \u0026 Romans","Literaire romans"]}],"brick":"10000926","chunk":"80007266","publisher":"Manhattan","author":"Wladimir Kaminer","averageReviewRating":"0.0","seriesList":[],"sellerName":"bol.com","uniqueProductAttribute":"BINDING-E-book"}]}} *FREE* shipping on qualifying offers. Usually they are more diverse.One chapter at a time when going to the bathroom. Good toilet read, not much more to add.Rather than writing about this book, I'm kind of tempted to sit down and read it again. Kaminer manages to say a great deal without seeming to say much at all. Maybe if I'd read it first before reading some of his other books it might have made this a more entertaining read.The book is difficult to evaluate, because it's more about Russians (or post-Soviets, if you want), than about Berlin. "Russendisko" isn't quite as annoying as that book, but only because the author doesn't try to pose as any of those, he's just writing about people he has met - fictional or not, I don't know, and I don't carI think the last time I was this bored with a book, was in 2005 or so, when I read a book by a Norwegian "author" who had gone to New Orleans a couple of times, hung around the French Quarter and felt edgy, cool and as if he was diving into the hidden underworld of chaos, sin and scariness. You are guaranteed to laugh out loud more than once along the thoroughly entertaining journey.Rather than writing about this book, I'm kind of tempted to sit down and read it again. Kaminer's no timeless, earthshaking writer but you have to admit, he tells a good anecdote - the kind where, while reading them, you might shake your head a bit at the silliness, but that you then find yourself retelling on more than one occasion, with as much conviction as if they had actually happened to someone you know. Door op ‘accepteren’ te klikken ga je hiermee akkoord. Read it if you're bored, and on the toilet, in Germany.I had high hopes for this but was sadly disappointed. entertaining, easy to read and well-written with good anecdotes and funny storiesTake it for what it is: an ancedotal view from an immigrant in Berlin. Kaminer emigrated to Germany in 1990.Ich bin kein Berliner. If you expect a grand, heavy-handed and pedantically detailed reference book you won't get it.
Usually they are more diverse.One chapter at a time when going to the bathroom. I don't know if it's just been too long since I read anything in German (about 9 months) or if this collection just wasn't as humorous as the last Kaminer book I read, but I just didn't find it as enjoyable in the end. Adviesprijs € 9,99. These read like an anecdote someone tells around the kitchen table over a glass of vodka. I don't know if it's just been too long since I read anything in German (about 9 months) or if this collection just wasn't as humorous as the last Kaminer book I read, but I just didn't find it as enjoyable in the end. Russian-born German short story writer, columnist, and disc jockey of Jewish origin. Confirmation that someone has bought your ebook?Do you find yourself checking your email ten times a day and all you get is junk mail? Ein Reiseführer für faule TouristenEs gab keinen Sex im Sozialismus: Legenden und Missverständnisse des vorigen Jahrhunderts Very interesting, but very full of stereotypes.This took me back to arriving in East Berlin late at night not so long after the wall came down, stumbling around unlit streets and staircases in Mitte and Prenzlauer Berg looking for the newly-squatted rooms of friends of friends whose names I had scribbled on a sheet of paper.