My fav. brunette here in France is called Blandine, the jokes are on her and evident. In Germany people can be named absolutely anything, for instance, the http://www.ptb.de/index_en.html (where you can learn all you ever wanted to know about the dance of bacteria, for instance) used to have a certain Dr. Dr. (they love double titles, too) Wildschütz (usually translated: "Freeshooter") responsible for the Explosionsschutz (control of arms). At the time when I worked there (shortly after the Wall had fallen by pure accident) as a telephone operator (we were no call-center) Prof. Dr. Hund (Dog) and his east-german equivalent: Prof. Dr. Sauerbrei (sour dough) were responsible for everything across the former border and talked about it on their bakelite phones. Frau Pilz (Ms. Mushroom), our colleague on The Other Side used to ring us up once a day and then everyone had to connect to everyone else and never hang up because lines were not stable. Astounding as the names of such an institute of which I still keep a list somewhere, it reminds me I need to post on my PTB-experience what with meeting Einstein´s ghost in the internal wood; white hair standing up astray, hands folded on his back, mumbling formulas to himself. He wore a white frock and there was a fence surrounding all of us.
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In Germany people can be named absolutely anything, for instance, the http://www.ptb.de/index_en.html (where you can learn all you ever wanted to know about the dance of bacteria, for instance) used to have a certain Dr. Dr. (they love double titles, too) Wildschütz (usually translated: "Freeshooter") responsible for the Explosionsschutz (control of arms).
At the time when I worked there (shortly after the Wall had fallen by pure accident) as a telephone operator (we were no call-center) Prof. Dr. Hund (Dog) and his east-german equivalent: Prof. Dr. Sauerbrei (sour dough) were responsible for everything across the former border and talked about it on their bakelite phones.
Frau Pilz (Ms. Mushroom), our colleague on The Other Side used to ring us up once a day and then everyone had to connect to everyone else and never hang up because lines were not stable. Astounding as the names of such an institute of which I still keep a list somewhere, it reminds me I need to post on my PTB-experience what with meeting Einstein´s ghost in the internal wood; white hair standing up astray, hands folded on his back, mumbling formulas to himself.
He wore a white frock and there was a fence surrounding all of us.