In German-Südschwitz, those marked'd seeds, hesse great German enclave on the southern border of the Sahara (now himself the Special Economic Zone High Commissioner to the term "enclave" is used), go rapid social upheaval going on.
(Last report: "Do we get any small colony of German Südschwitz"?)
Has been OK in Berlin sought, remove the exorbitant tax on beer, as these have led to a contraband nature of Babylonian dimension, the margins in the beer business somewhat lower rate (some paid anyway almost no control), but the conversion increases the stronger . Nobody is complaining.
After all, the population is within a short time of 80,000 has grown to an estimated 120,000 residents, and it come to well over 90% very thirsty German. (It says here: "He who does not learn to drink in German-Südschwitz, which teaches the desert to an end.")
The Hartz office do not know what it should do.
Time tilt a few fresh here inge surged punks from Berlin to directly before the Office, the early evening, endsturz from the first money to there bawling to wake up in the morning and to sing praises to appropriate the beloved Federal Republic.
The renter-Olli is in the part of Freiberg, the capital, is the "old town" called jokingly, the undisputed king. Not even the abolition of the tax on beer (they had already cost a lot of beer), the economically but yes it could endanger, leaving a visible scarring in his little empire. On the contrary. Freiberg now 40,000 inhabitants (many say, in reality 50,000) and as it were already a historic center for whose functioning he cares first and foremost.
Because of the constant thirst there have been all sorts of folklore. Sometimes it seems I pointed it at the close of the first report, is already a kind of identity in mind; it created its own idioms and proverbs; a few Hintlinge have even made the fun, a song to the country to sing and perform a kind of national dance to. They were given plenty of beer. (Beer is next to the Euro, the second currency. One can also consider reversed. Namely beer is always taken.)
A combo, never once heard of a the and to find any customer in the world networks, suddenly found himself in one of Retiree Ollis clubs and warbled, hard rock style, so here we go: "Go, go, go! Los of North Goofy! "
The chorus can imagine.
("North Goofy" here is not unfamiliar for the Berlin government, the Federal Republic as a whole, some, quite Vicious, say "the Old Reich".)
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