I'll have to talk to my (formerly East German but nowadays allover the place) cousin der Lokführer (train conductor, he is the only boy I know who became exactly what he said he would as a child and refuses to be promoted because then he couldn't be Lokführer anymore, to the extent that he insults his bosses o-tone "but then I would become what you are"; guess, it's the unruly individualist streak we cherish in parts of the family, not that I inherited it or anything) about this strike: making life hard for friends and strangers trying to travel our Fazerland (as Kracht puts it) just for the sake of money, pft. Also, at least you were not accompanied by a longhaired mason trying to smuggle Lisbonian cobblestones on a cheap airline as souvenirs, I tell you, it's even harder. You ought to travel on to Lake Constance (der Bodensee) where the staff of japanese restaurants my brother frequented and invited me to when visiting, seemed to appreciate his efforts in their native language, we ate well though the Japanese is not my personal favourite kitchen, I love Thai, Italian and French cuisine. Enjoy your stay, though and I'd also love to see some Mosel vines live!
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Date: 2014-10-18 07:30 pm (UTC)Also, at least you were not accompanied by a longhaired mason trying to smuggle Lisbonian cobblestones on a cheap airline as souvenirs, I tell you, it's even harder.
You ought to travel on to Lake Constance (der Bodensee) where the staff of japanese restaurants my brother frequented and invited me to when visiting, seemed to appreciate his efforts in their native language, we ate well though the Japanese is not my personal favourite kitchen, I love Thai, Italian and French cuisine.
Enjoy your stay, though and I'd also love to see some Mosel vines live!