So my neighbour and I
decided to grab a beer together, as in to go downstairs to the bar in
our house. Oh yes, I have a bar in my house! Usually it makes it's
presence known by the smell of deep-fried food all the way through
the staircase. Plus you have to be really careful not to run over any
waiters, since the way from the kitchen to the Pub crosses the
hallway for some weird reason.
The place itself is kind
of posh and pretty expensive so I decided to make conversation with
random people in order to limit expenses. Being a foreigner really
opens door here.
-Where are you from?
-Germany!
-Just so you know: I
prefer Hitler to the Jews!
Wow! Didn't see that one
coming! The only thing more pathetic than the statement itself was
probably me, mumbling “He was Austrian” whilst walking away still
a little shocked. Not even by his political views but by his timing.
Who could even even think of that as a good way to start a
conversation? Genocide is generally just not that great a of an
icebreaker. It's something, better used in Bavarian pubs somewhere
between beer number 8 and 15, preferably by older men leading of
with “Listen son, I'm not a racist. I have nothing against
foreigners. I mean terrible things happened, BUT...”
I guess what I'm trying to
say is: There is a time and place....
The following pictures are all taken
at “Père Lachaise”, the oldest cemetery of Paris
And the great tower...
Keine Kommentare:
Kommentar veröffentlichen