Ms. Eve Bower - International Center for Journalists
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“No, no one told me that you were coming. At least you‟re fluent in German, right? We can‟t<br />
really use non-German speakers.”<br />
Two weeks be<strong>for</strong>e my memorable first meeting with Rob, I couldn‟t speak any German at all--so<br />
to answer his question, technically, I was not especially fluent in German. Fortunately, that initial<br />
exchange was the low point in my time at Deutsche Welle, and <strong>for</strong> the most part, things got<br />
consistently better from there. Which is not, however, to say that I learned what I came to learn.<br />
Or that Deutsche Welle played much of a role at all in what I *did learn.<br />
At “home,” my job is in the heart of CNN‟s newsroom. At 2pm as well as 2am, there are dozens<br />
of people running around, shouting questions, orders, and outright dares to peers, superiors,<br />
and subordinates. I was never at Deutsche Welle at 2am, but I‟ve been in libraries that were<br />
noisier and more vivacious than DW‟s 2pm prime. My specific DW workspace was more<br />
hermetic, still: one small room at the end of a quiet hallway with two desks, two windows that<br />
opened, and two very slow computers. For the first two weeks, I had the company of an intern<br />
who knew even less than I did about the German media landscape; <strong>for</strong> the final two weeks, a<br />
fellow from Tanzania sat across from me and wowed me with her German during phone<br />
interviews. (...German that, <strong>for</strong> the record, I still didn‟t understand.) For two weeks in the middle,<br />
I was completely alone with my thoughts and my keyboard -- save the lunch hour I desperately<br />
sought to spend engaged in some <strong>for</strong>m of conversation with teacher-colleagues.<br />
Fortunately, the teacher-colleagues were many and willing. About once a week, I ate with<br />
Michael, whom I had immediately hit it off with once we realized we had mutual friends in<br />
Munich, Berlin, and DC. My friendly lunchtime debates with him became something like a way<br />
<strong>for</strong> me to gauge my own progress in the project of Learning Germany. The first week, I did a lot<br />
more listening than talking, and my questions were things that seem so basic in retrospect.<br />
Things like “why does the SPD enjoy such dominance in the Rhineland?” Michael gave 30-<br />
minute scholarly answers that ensured my ability to hold my own in every bar and dancehall I<br />
visited with non-journalist Germans. By the end, the descriptive held less appeal, and I had<br />
enough of a foundation to engage more normatively: how should the role of the German Foreign<br />
Minister evolve as the Chancellor increasingly represents Germany within the EU--the context<br />
that was oh-so-crucial this summer?<br />
I went into my Burns Fellowship with an interest in issues of migration and integration in<br />
Germany. I didn‟t, ultimately, get to file a piece that faced this issue directly, but my colleagues<br />
in DW‟s Chinese service provided enough fodder <strong>for</strong> a good novel. Stories about being<br />
chastised by their German neighbors <strong>for</strong> speaking to their children in Chinese carried the sting<br />
that one might expect after two decades of life spent feeling something less than „at home.‟<br />
Stories about an award-winning college student whose university refused to be associated with<br />
a prize he won because the student‟s name sounded “obviously non-German” exerted an<br />
almost mythical power in the viral re-telling. But <strong>for</strong> a group that was so united by--and bizarrely<br />
proud of--their non-Germanness, they were awfully prickly and mutually suspicious of each<br />
other. I couldn‟t help but wonder if they experienced the same DW solitude during the regular<br />
work day, and if, year after year, the cultural echo chamber--both within DW, and in society at<br />
large--was to blame <strong>for</strong> turning them against each other.<br />
As it happened, DW turned out to be less of a „representative experience in a German<br />
newsroom,‟ and more of an anthropological case study in how the looming threat of layoffs; the<br />
absence of a strict profit motive; and the supreme intellectualism of Germany‟s media can
interact. I successfully pitched stories that were more subtle and nuanced--and 50 times longer-<br />
-than anything a parallel department at CNN ever would have even considered. It felt luxurious,<br />
and I reveled in it.<br />
As my time in Bonn came to a close, ideas about possible future projects that would bring me<br />
back to Germany held greater and greater professional appeal. As America languished,<br />
paralyzed by a debt crisis, I started looking more and more longingly at a Germany that--despite<br />
a pretty ominous debt crisis of its own--just seemed to work better, from the Parliament to the<br />
street. All the things I valued, it seemed, Germany had mastered. And what awaited me in<br />
Atlanta was just prosaic.<br />
Against this depressing backdrop, I had my final lunchtime talk with Michael. He asked me what<br />
I had learned during my time there; what I was taking away from my experience. And I slumped<br />
down in my chair, dreading my return to Atlanta, and started in on soliloquy of love <strong>for</strong> Germany,<br />
he cut me off, visibly unimpressed with my hard-earned affection <strong>for</strong> his country. “I hated<br />
America--until I spent a year in Atlanta. My internship at CNN? That beautiful part of town<br />
around Georgia State? They were the smartest people I had ever met in my life. It was<br />
AWESOME.”<br />
And on a dime, I realized that my perception of my experience had less to do with the actualities<br />
of the experience -- the people, the office, the job; and everything to do with my perspective. I<br />
resolved to give Atlanta the benefit of every ounce of enthusiasm I could muster.<br />
...and to get back to Germany as soon as I possibly could.