A bright smiling extremely helpful East German woman — the designated English speaker at our local pizza shop — explains that she comes to Switzerland every summer because the East German economy is compeletely thrashed. She tells us, still smiling, that the last year or two it’s been worse there than it was during communist times. I’m rooting for her.
Elsewhere, an angry man with a silly mustache pulls his car up besides us as we’re parking. He barks at me in high-speed German. I say “Hunh?” Then he jumps back into his car, tears around the corner, parks above us, and throw down some more unkind compound words we can’t understand. Odds are he’s Swiss. Still, I can’t tell if he wants me to move my car or give him Poland.
Speaking personally, I’d annex the Sudetenland.