around the bush talking about - or talk your head hot? The last weeks I had to do very, very much: A 250-page book had on the global fight at the top of the auto industry into English - and fast. Between 27 September and 9 October, I was just shopping for one hour (only the bare minimum of food) and perhaps five times at all outside (non-smoking breaks on the balcony professionals included).
How many older people and rural residents so I was on a normal city life because long cut off. My contact with the 1.7 million people in the city of Hamburg, and the 81 with another one million Germans in general, was limited largely to a half-hour morning radio and occasionally Germany newspaper, both printed and online.
changed in the time my view of Germany. The colorful, happy, cheerful country to which I fell in love, became as the night in a battle-field, laced with battle graves in a lunar landscape of tattered social ruins, covered by the acrid smoke of burning dreams, in which slow Hartz IV receiver with extra-Five € zombie-like on the daily Search for brandy and cigarettes made while on foreign (read: Turkish), "you fucking German!" screaming robbers volumes were attacked. At the front lines were the "German" and "foreigners" (read Turks) over and baring his teeth. Leader of the Germans: An ugly Thilo Sarrazin, Horst Seehofer-hybrid-with Guido Westerwelle as a General. Leader of the Pack of comparison? Of course! Any hate-preaching Imam Santander. What is it called exactly? Nobody knows. Also could not care less. Of which there are as many in Germany, the drag on the ruins of the affluent West German society in the height of their mosques and "us" all the muezzin do sonicate. Behind the front lines accumulated both sides of their forces for the past, all the decisive blow: the imam arranged their Kreuzberg and Neukölln Battalion, Sarrazin bred the last hard-working Swabia the last G'scheit Bayer interior, so that after the apocalyptic final battle still some smart Teutons in underground could regain breeding farms the devastated country from the terrorists.
looked in the cigarette breaks I sometimes get off the balcony and could not believe it. The view looked
still seem innocent enough. German cars drove past the subway, commuters in the morning disappeared and came out again in the evening. Occasionally there was even to have Autumn sun. No hot vapors in the air, not a muezzin. I was once even briefly at the bakery: There were two rye bread is not (yet), and (yet) a pita bread. The Turkish electrician from next door made me even in line at politely, because he had not yet decided.
funny! The collapse of social order, as I thought I had taken them from the media was so advanced but not yet so far. Maybe it'd be even more time to capture the last functioning of the German ICE train back to London and thus to drive, as long Seehofer has not yet made the borders sealed. What a strange phenomenon of delayed such urgent social problems! Maybe the front line but fortunately still a problem somewhere in Berlin's district.
Only in recent days, where I was often outside and talked with people of flesh and blood, I understood what it was all. That I perform such an apocalyptic feel of the Constitution had won the German company was, because I just was not enough in the city and I just go too much on the media, which of course are "in tune with the times" and me "pick up where I stand, "for my perception of reality had to leave. While there anything like that, as if generations are politicians only to the Pulp had talked about and now must Sarrazin, Seehofer & Co "finally talk straight," it is in reality so that they can talk your head hot. After
understand this reality, I certainly withdraw, why even smart people sometimes choose FDP or take Sarrazin seriously. I recommend anyone who like me is amazed these days about the public discourse only. to come