IN PREPARATION for the transatlantic move, we put all our 240V electrical goods — Christmas lights, universal power supplies, plug adapters, power strips, surge protectors, telephone gear — in a box in front of our flat with a sign saying that it was there for the taking but that donations were welcome.
The shifty bastard on the fourth floor — the one who comes back late at night boorishly drunk with friends and wakes up our kids, the one who regularly watches movies at such a volume that we can hear the dialogue word for word two floors below — cherry-picked the best items and then scurried back to his flat ... though not without returning immediately thereafter to grab a
second haul. Probably about fifty euros' worth of stuff when it was new.
He didn't leave a cent.
I'm growing more and more convinced that Germany doesn't want us to miss it. At all. Instead of
Auf Wiedersehen, it would prefer our parting words to be,
Gott sei dank, dass wir das los sind!
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