On the topic of countries:
Less than a year after I was born, thanks to my dad's ties with Uncle Sam, we moved to what was, at the time, West Germany. We were fortunate in that we were able to find housing off-base, in a small town (well, our section seemed small to me) about an hour's drive from Ramstein. My first language was German, and my sisters and I spoke it with the fluency and comfort of the locals--and our neighbors greatly appreciated (and might've even been amused by) this. Being the only English-speakers--let alone Americans--in town was a highly enlightening experience. All in all, it was a firsthand lesson in the kindness, tenacity, and sheer neighborliness of the average German when one made an effort to work with them. Things were quite different at the American school we went to, though...but that was as much of a classist issue as it was a cultural issue. I have stories that serve as strong reminders today, but I'm already getting long-winded, so I'll save those for the interested. (And yes, for the record, I was there when the Wall came down. Mom let us stay home from school for that.
Now, in the Grand Tradition of Memes:
We're Neighbors if...
...you know what "Ak-Sar-Ben" is without needing it explained.
...corn and beef make a perfect meal--and you can get them in your backyard.
...you wake up to the sound of a tornado siren, and immediately go back to sleep (or, in case of an actual tornado, you grab your blanket and pillow and go back to sleep in your shelter).
...you've ever referred to the town across the river as "Counciltucky"
...you got mad when the Lancers moved across the river.
...you can properly pronounce "Beatrice", "Kearney", and "Norfolk"
...black and red are your favorite colors.
...you know that Flyover Country doesn't really start until I-80 mile marker 300
...you know that Valentine is not a romantic city.