Two cultures
set apart by distance. So far apart yet
fused into one. Bonded, merged,
joined. Nena und Nena. One
from the Philippines, the other aus Deutschland. The former, a very dear friend of mine; the
latter, a part of my growing years, an idol.
My day would
have been just another of the many boring days I had, had it not for the coming
of my dear friend Nena who at work we fondly called Anne, many, many years
before. And why not? Her real name is Antonina. So you either call her Nena, or Anne; Anto or
Tony, but never Ant, never Ton, not even Ina.
Just don't call her those, please.
Nena has
just arrived home from Germany for vacation. And vacation it is. After a week of visiting friends and
neighbors, she decided to invite me to a dinner with another friend of her's
(Gee, I thought I would be left
out). It was a simple dinner at Mang
Inasal, where you get to eat chicken that looks more like an electrocuted
duck. Not sumptuous, nothing
pompous. Oh, but, we had a great time
together with so much laughter, and teasing.
That's what friends are for, right?.
You don't eat much, but you get a lot of fun together. I guess, that's how they do it in
Germany. And so, after another hour of
jesting around with another group of friends in another place, we parted. Just like that. My dear Anne, however gave me a copy of
Nena's concert just as I thought to myself, "That's it?". No, that isn't all there is to it,
Meister. It's Nena's concert video. Anne's concert? Not her concert stupid, for our very own Nena
can't sing pure note. She listens to
good music 'though, and has a sophisticated ear for the best. And so, she gave me this concert CD of Nena
called, 'Made in Germany' with a smile, and with a look in her eyes only I can
discern the meaning of. Made in
Germany? Oh no, nothing of that sort. Its just simply Nena. My Nena.
Philippine made.
Back at
home, my room is bustling with Nena's music video courtesy of my good friend
Nena. And as I watch her sing and
dance, my heart can't help but leap and jump too. Never mind if I don't understand most of the
German lyrics. That isn't so
important. It is not the lyrics that
makes the music, after all. Its the
melody, rather; rhythm, and tunes.
Simple pure note. Made in
Germany.
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