::People of the sun::

One of the better things about living so very close to France is that we are always able to just cross the border whenever we are in the mood to do so for some quick shopping of fine groceries. The food is in fact fantastic and above all highly different. Anyway, what I really like about dropping over is the feeling of really being a foreigner. See, everywhere you go in Europe people will be, more or less, happy to have us Germans visiting them. The French will just say: Ha! The French couldn’t care less. The French are different. They will not be happy to have me visiting their nice country, especially since my knowledge of that beautiful language is pretty basic. They will never respond to me in a friendly or enjoyable way. They will hate me for my pronunciation. They will even pretend I am not there and look away. They will verbally torture me and try to correct every sentence I say even though it might be pretty okay.

But I don’t care. I will keep on smiling. I will also enjoy the fact, that they hate my smile too. And I will come back. And smile more. And I will keep on liking it! Hahahahaaaaaa.

:-)

P.s.: Il y a un chien dans le frigo!

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Sound of the day: MSTRKRFT – Heartbreaker (Wolfgang Gartner Remix)