You\’re wandering along in foreign, thinking, well, we\’re all peeps, you know? Not really foreign.
Then something leaps out at you.
Tomorrow, Saturday, they\’re having a party at the bus station. Not just a quick blast of jazz, Mayor\’s speech and a D. Uber Alles chorus.
This is all day. 8 hours of it. Bands all day (six of them!).
The new hybrid powered buses have arrived you see.
These are the people who invaded Russia and had a damn good crack at it too: and yet they\’ve a day long party for a newly engined bus?
I think I might know what it is actually. Whatever it is that they do, business, war, even bloody greenery, they\’re going to do it efficiently and with enthusiasm.
Slightly disconcerting if you\’re English and only ever mumble about contracts and money for 3 minutes after 45 of how are the kids then? Terrifying if you live to the east of here. And possibly even charming when it\’s about buses.