I Live in a Socialist Dystopia

From a NYTimes article on Germany’s palsied domestic economy:

Now, German states can set their own shop hours, and most have lifted restrictions during the workweek — though Sunday is still taboo in most places. Florists and bakers are typically allowed to open a few hours on Sunday.

I cannot express how frustrating it is to live in a country where everything is closed on Sundays. I mean everything. Books, clothing, furniture, electronics, groceries: These are the things you will do without for fully 50% of your weekly non-working days.

When I first moved to Europe, I thought this would be something I would get used to eventually, like paying for plastic bags or  headlice outbreaks. But at least once per week I have the same inner monologue:

‘I need [household item]. I’d better stop at the store on the way home. Oh wait, it’s Sunday. … I’ll just do without that until next fucking Saturday.

The fact that florists and bakers are the only shops allowed to be open on Sundays somehow makes this even more insulting. It’s like the government is saying, We accept that human beings need items to live, including on Sundays. But we will only allow you to purchase supplies for government-approved weekend activities.

So if you want to read the newspaper, eat a croissant and fluff some tulips on a Sunday, the government will support you. If you want to fix your bike, get a prescription filled, buy furniture or make an actual meal, the government will  thwart you.

So enjoy it, America. Next time you wake up on a Sunday, buy a loaf of bread and make toast, you’re tasting freedom.


Filed under America, Berlin, Germany, Personal

2 responses to “I Live in a Socialist Dystopia

  1. Most smaller shops in Dunedin close at 4 on Saturdays, right when I’m ready to go shopping. The supermarket in our neighborhood closes at 8 pm on weekdays, right when I’m often ready to go buy groceries. I think part of why I stay at home more in NZ than I did in the US is that so many places simply aren’t open when I want to go there.

  2. I know what you mean. When I moved to Europe I suffered the same problem, but I eventually just readjusted all my routines. At least in Romania shopping malls were open so movies were always an option on Sundays. The place I lived in Hungary was tinier and had no major malls so I had to hang out at terraces and bars; a tough life but someone has to live it 🙂

    Enjoy Europe, I’ll miss it