Lisbon at 6 am is a lot blacker and fatter than it is at other times of day. But then, to be fair (unkind?) this is true of the serving classes in most cities.
Berliners aren\’t going to win any prizes in the \”My God, they\’re an attractive bunch\” race. This is on average of course…..Lisbon\’s better.
Saxons can be very helpful indeed. I\’ve asked four people for directions so far. One to me to bugger off but he was a yuppie so that\’s normal anywhere. Of the other three, one gave good directions even though we had no mutually intelligible language. The second told me in English exactly how to get where I was going…..I saw him about 10 minutes later while he was still walking his dog and he was most worried that I was still lost. \”No, no, I\’m just making sure I know where I\’ve got to go for a meeting tomorrow\”. \”Oh, excellent, well, good night now and by the way, good luck in your meeting!\”.
The fourth was a delivery van driver. Always a good bet for directions really. He told me to hang on a moment, raced off and made his delivery then insisted that he wouldn\’t give me directions. No, no, don\’t be silly, hop in and I\’ll take you round there.
Beer\’s good here. One barmaid was worried when I ordered the beer from the next town over (Meissen)…yes, I know it\’s not local but I\’d like to try it anyway. \”Ach, no, it\’s not that it\’s not local, it\’s that it\’s not a Pilsener. You might not like it\”.
It was different, a Weissen…..the reason for Oktoberfest is that in the old days you couldn\’t brew a pilsener in the summer. Too hot for the yeast. So May-September you get various Weissens…….and then a huge blowout when you can have pilsener again. So, err, why would anyone drink a not pilsener when they can have a pilsener was her reasoning.
There\’s a certain directness here as well. The area behind the trains station has a name, you knpow, like all the little constituent villages etc around.
\”Hinter der bahnhof\” is the name on the map which is refreshing really. The shitty area (and oh yes, it is) round the back of the train station is called \”the bit at the back of the train station\”.
Oh, and the slags from the \’ore mountains? Found 10,000 of \’em in a field. Before I do anything with them they\’ve got to be tested of course….