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luka

luka

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Berlin is the most oppressive place in the world i advise you never to go. everything is completely uniform. the buildings are all of an identical height and appearance. the roads are very wide and straight for marching.
 
luka

luka

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pedestrians don't quite goose step but you can see a trace of the goose step in the way they walk, a ghost of it. no one ever smiles.
 
luka

luka

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i would say it's the worst place in the world, or certainly the most cursed place, the most palpably cursed. thats why there's so much joyless hedonism there. trying to escape.
 
luka

luka

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Clinamenic said:
Goose step? As in... bowlegged?
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This article is about the marching step. For other uses, see Goose step (disambiguation).

The goose step is a special marching step which is performed during formal military parades and other ceremonies. While marching in parade formation, troops swing their legs in unison off the ground while keeping each leg rigidly straight.

The step originated in Prussian military drill in the mid-18th century and was called the Stechschritt (literally, "piercing step") or Stechmarsch. German military advisors spread the tradition to Russia in the 19th century, and the Soviets spread it around the world in the 20th century.

The term "goose step" originally referred to balance stepping, an obsolete formalized slow march.[1][2] The term is nowadays heavily associated with Nazi Germany in many English-speaking countries.[3][4] As a result, the term has acquired a pejorative meaning in some English-speaking countries.
 
Leo

Leo

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Leo said:
When I went to the Canary Islands, everyone there made fun of the German tourists. I guess because they're uptight compared to the Spanish, had to eat at a certain hour, everything on a strict schedule. The opposite of what makes for a holiday in Spain.
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The addendum to this story is we drove our rental car on to this cool black sand beach, get out, wander around for awhile. then when we went to leave, the car got stuck. the sand was soft, back wheels spinning digging us deeper. and what happens, but a German comes over, says don't worry, gets a chain out of his trunk, ties it to our two bumpers and proceeds to pull us out of the sand to safety.

we'd spent the whole vacation laughing about "the fucking germans", then one of them saved us, so we kind of felt bad. but then we also laughed because of course a fucking German would be fully prepared on vacation with a tow chain in his car!
 
IdleRich

IdleRich

IdleRich
Leo said:
The addendum to this story is we drove our rental car on to this cool black sand beach, get out, wander around for awhile. then when we went to leave, the car got stuck. the sand was soft, back wheels spinning digging us deeper. and what happens, but a German comes over, says don't worry, gets a chain out of his trunk, ties it to our two bumpers and proceeds to pull us out of the sand to safety.

we'd spent the whole vacation laughing about "the fucking germans", then one of them saved us, so we kind of felt bad. but then we also laughed because of course a fucking German would be fully prepared on vacation with a tow chain in his car!
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The Portuguese only eat at certain hours, cos food is the thing they take most seriously.
 
luka

luka

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you can use oven chips wherever you might usually use rice or pasta, as hearty carb base.
 
IdleRich

IdleRich

IdleRich
yyaldrin said:
i remember one time crossing the road in germany while the traffic light was still red, but i had looked left and right and there was no car to be seen so i figured why wait. on both sides of the road everybody kept waiting and when i reached the other side this old german grandpa standing their with his grandson said to me with a barking voice "real good example you're setting there to my grandson" and i thought to myself, well actually yes i am setting a good example.
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Yeah that was exactly what it was like in Finland. Told off for crossing the road, for putting stuff in the bin, for taking my drink outside a bar, for shitting on the floor, just anything really, will never go there again if I can help it.
 
IdleRich

IdleRich

IdleRich
Probably I said this before but I'm going to say it again, when we were in Prague we were late for the plane so we got a cab to the airport, quite a long journey. I got chatting to the taxi driver and at one point I asked if English tourists were a problem and he replied (not realising that Liza was Russian) something like "No, the English are relatively ok, it's just the fucking Russians that we totally fucking hate cos every single one of them is absolutely awful in every way" and then he proceeded to slag off the Russians for the whole 45 min journey while I sat there silently laughing my head off despite Liza fixing me with a terrifying death glare.

That was really one of the highlights of our entire relationship. I love telling that story and for some reason it really pisses her off. Which, as I'm sure you can all imagine, makes it all the more enjoyable. In fact maybe I'll message her now and tell her that I'm telling you lot about it.
 
Leo

Leo

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I once spent a 20-minute taxi ride in the Midlands listening to an Indian driver tell me how your couldn't trust the Eastern Europeans and breathing techniques can cure cancer.
 
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