25/09/2004
Why I am not a racist

and still can despise Das Deutsche Wesen

After some 40 km of 3rd and 2nd gear cornering on mountain roads offering the better views,
I hit the main road and nearly crashed into the back of a agricultural trailer doing 40km/hr with two tail lights that would hardly do for a bicyle.
Two minutes later I passed the fresh scène of a not so nearly crash.

Back at the sea, two strangers approached my van.
If I had a bottle of tinto?
They were willing to buy it,
but had only 50EUR or very smalll change... -truly German.
I let them choose between two, they took the cheapest....
And I sold the bottle at the same price I bought it for -rather un-German-
They told me they were kiters whose luggage got lost so they decided to sleep in the dunes,
and apparently it would be perfectly normal to make profit out of that situation,
they would call that 'ein Guten Geschäft'.
What I did was the opposite and one of them said so to the other, in German.

I am so glad I helped them out, spontaneously, without second thought
I proves I can truly despise their culture without behaving like a racist.