“I am not superstitious.” 
That’s what I said when, way back in 2006 during my first Kiwi encounter (a secondary-school-exchange programme during which I lost my heart to that tiny little island down there…), my New Zealand host family watched a programme on superstitious Germans.
It was about black cats crossing the road from right to left and walking underneath ladders and other ridiculous stuff.
I told my host family this was just made up by a bored, underpaid TV crew or something, and that “real Germans” were not much more superstitious than any other nationalities.
However, myself and approximately 82 million fellow Germans now have a serious superstition-problem:
Paul, the “world-famous in Germany” octopus who had always picked the winner of all German games in this world cup so far, opened the wrong box. He ate the Spanish-flagged mussel.
Now, that alone wouldn’t be as bad.
Yesterday I thought everything would still be fine, because after all, helloho, he is just an octopus.
A quite hungry one, maybe, and he just wanted to chose the quickest way to gain food.
As I said, that was yesterday.
At 4am, however, I suddenly woke up, haunted by a nightmare. In my dreams, Germany was about to lose the match against Spain (and I woke up in order to do something and prevent that – just to find myself in my pitch-dark bedroom, not able to do ANYTHING about it).
So there it is: a bad omen PLUS a nightmare.
Makes another bad omen. (They say good things come in triplets, but I’m not sure if that applies to bad things, too)
Of course, I am not superstitious (yeah, right), after all the case is pretty simple: all we need is lots of positive energy to turn the bad luck into good luck. Easy as.
Jogi Löw, is going to wear his blue jersey again (he didn’t wear it during the Serbia match – we lost!).
Every member of the team will also be given back-red-golden bracelets, as a good luck charm.
And SWR, the local radio station, just reported on how fans celebrate good luck charms, too:
✔ a group of men always comes together in a magical circle, just like the one the players do on the field.
✔ a woman always wears her black-red-golden socks.
✔ some people don’t wash their Germany-jerseys (apparently Jogi Löw doesn’t do so, either, to avoid washing away the good luck charm by accident).
✔ and millions of people have their cars, windows, houses, gardens, back yards… decorated with German flags.
[Also, I just heard the most hilarious ad on the radio: “In case there are Spaniards attending, don’t worry, we do have tissues for you.”]
I assume, 82 million people bringing good luck to the German team can ban Paul’s and my nightmare’s bad luck.
Just in case, though, I will avoid walking under ladders and encountering black cats, today.
Are you superstitious? Or “not” (like me: superstitious, but don’t exactly react accordingly)? Or not at all (like seriously and honestly NOT superstitious)?
P.S.: To all my dear readers who don’t like or care about soccer. I’m sorry. The promised crochet-post will come some time soon!
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