BORN TO BE A WINNER
¾Born to be a winner
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¹By: Peace of Iris

¢Perhaps  you read my article in BUZZ 5
concerning  the  relationship  of  the
germans  and their cars.  It is a must
for  them  to  use  their cars only in
emergencies, for example on a saturday
afternoon  to  drive to the stadium of
their   favourite  football  team.   A
famous  philosopher  once said, that a
car  is  needed  to drive from A to B.
(It could be, that the philosopher was
me,  but this is not the topic of this
article)  Asking  a  german  about the
sense of this words is senseless.  You
can  be  sure, that the average german
owning  a  3.58  years  old car, which
costed  27586.53  German marks and has
run   about  42852.44  kilometres  has
never  heard  of  this words.  He even
not  knows  how to spell "philosophy",
but  he  knows how to write "race" and
now  we  finally  reached the topic of
this  article.   The  behaviour of the
german  population  in  the car can be
described   in   a  very  simple  way:
Phenomenal!    The  ones  of  you  who
already  read one of my articles know,
that  I  often  use  my  neighbours to
explain  phenomenons  to you.  Today I
would like to tell you something about
Otto    B.     (Names   are   changed.
Equalities  or resemblances concerning
names  or  places are maybe casual but
intended) Otto B.  is 68 years old and
small.   The  little hair he still has
could  be  described  as  dark  brown.
Otto  is  an average german pensioner,
who  owns  a  german  car and likes to
¢listen   to  the  module  "Folx-Vagen"
composed   by   Dreamer.    He  is  so
average, that he really cleans his car
once  a  week.   The  cushion with the
embroidery and the curtains in his car
are  simply  nice.   While  reading my
description   of   Otto  you  are  all
gaining   the   opinion,  that  he  is
strictly  normal  and  this  is right.
But  there  are  moments  in his life,
when  Otto  B.  becomes an animal, his
enemies began to quiver and praying to
god:  The seconds he needs to sit down
in  his car and start the engine!  The
leather  jacket  is awful and the blue
eyes  behind the RayBan sunglasses are
looking  like  a piece of an ice-floe,
telling  the world:  Here I am coming,
and  I  am  ready  for the fight of my
life!   You  see,  that  a  German  is
terrible, but a German in his car is a
menace.   If  you  sometimes  come  to
germany,  have  a  look  at the car of
Otto  B.   The first view tells you it
is  not  different  to  the other cars
seen in your life, but the second view
lets  you recognize the crosses on the
door, saying "Here died a Mercedes 600
SE.   He was only 2 months old, but he
has   no  chance  against  an  average
german car driver."
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