In German-Südschwitz, those marked'd seeds, hessen large German enclave on the southern border of the Sahara (now himself the Special Economic Zone High Commissioner to the term "enclave" is used), rapid social changes going on.
(Last Report: "Do we get no small colony of German Südschwitz"?)
Has been OK in Berlin sought, remove the exorbitant tax on beer, as these have led to smuggling beings Babylonian dimension, the margins in the beer business, although slightly lower rate (some paid eh virtually no control), but the conversion increases the stronger , Nobody is complaining.
After all, the population is within a short time 80 000 grown to an estimated 120,000 inhabitants, 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 in total surged punks from Berlin to go directly before the Office of early evening, endsturz from the first money to there bawling to wake up in the morning and to sing praises to the appropriate beloved Germany.
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 a costly and beer), which it indeed economically but could have endangered, leaving a visible scarring in his small empire. On The Contrary. Freiberg 40 now has 000 residents (many say, in reality: 50 000) and as it were already old town, for he cares first and foremost their functioning.
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, already is a kind of identity spirit; it created its own idioms and proverbs; a few Hintlinge have even made the fun, a song to sing to the country and perform a kind of national dance to it. They were given plenty of beer. (Beer is, apart from the euro second currency. It can also be reversed to view. Beer is in fact always taken.)
A combo, never once a heard of the customer and to find any in the world networks, suddenly found himself in one of Retiree Ollis clubs and warbled, hard rock style, so go: "Go, go, go! Lot 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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