Situation in the real estate market... madness

Or a Wosserbessi.

By the way, Eastern Europe starts in Düsseldorf from Rheinhausen.

Oh yes... cliché stereotypes... nice... especially when you don't know the area or only from tourist spots on vacation.

So apart from the fact that my heart belongs to the North Sea, unfortunately there is too little work there and that's why we don't live there:
I spent some of the best years near Ansbach - the Middle Franconian dialect is just adorable
Munich - whatever, I'm glad we got away from there.
Hamburg - yes it was nice too, as a student, but I don't like it so much anymore. Probably because I no longer like big cities, too many people all in one place tend to annoy me.
What I also find important - I couldn't live anywhere, no matter how great the area is, if the dialect causes ear pain... which for me would be the case in Würstelberg, Swabia, and Lower Bavaria *shakes head

Well, south of Ansbach it is Franconian mixed with Bavarian Swabian.

I spent the most beautiful years near Ansbach - the Middle Franconian dialect is simply adorable

Do they really write Franconian with an "f"? In my area (northern RLP, greater KO area) people just speak unclear instead of dialect. It's called Moselle Franconian - but it sounds like a Hessian trying Kölsch (and I don't mean the drink, although in my opinion it would be an improvement compared to Ebblwoi).

Phew... Clichés? I was born in Karl-Marx-Stadt. It's even written like that on my ID ^^ Grew up a few kilometers away on the edge of the Ore Mountains in a cow village. At least with a view of a castle. Then at 17, I went alone to Munich. 2 years in the city, then another 13 years in the commuter belt. Now for over 5 years in Middle Franconia.

My conclusion:
The Ossis liked to complain, saying "everything used to be better back then."
The Munich locals were not really locals – only some older lecturers spoke dialect, and these were precisely asked by the few fellow students who were born in Munich to speak standard German.
The commuter belt people were mostly native, but unfortunately sometimes a bit nouveau riche. Daddy pays for everything, no matter the cost to the world. But still, I had a really good circle of friends there.
Middle Franconia? Well, the real Middle Franconian doesn't talk much. Luckily, my real Middle Franconian is different and most neighbors come from outside.

We were in Münsterland with relatives. They are Catholic and very nice and somewhat compulsive, must come from incense abuse. We struggle along the always crowded A1 heading north. Bremen....Oyten....Rotenburg Wümme, finally Harburg, then the Elbe bridges, past Ikea and the prison, Rahlstedt, Ahrensburg, home begins. Hamburg behind us. The A1 finally empties. The sky is wide, now even nests like Reinfeld get their own highway exit. A place with more than 1000 inhabitants is already a town. There the farmer spreads manure, there stands a wind farm, do you see the cloud formation? Such clouds...completely without incense, behind Lübeck only four lanes left. Hardly any cars anymore. Traffic-free. Green land, wheat, rapeseed, windmills, hardly any forest, we used to process it into ships, it somehow gets freer and freer. Light. What light...one more curve, off the A1, it’s almost over anyway, finished, done, the sea, in front of us the sea, over there the container ships....where are they going? Stockholm? Gdansk? Or even St. Petersburg? Home your stars. End of the Germanic world up here, beginning of paradise, maybe a bit left behind, a bit on the edge but that’s why it’s paradise. Paradises are always on the edge and never in the Rhine-Main center. Out of the car. Sniff, salt in the air. I have to go to the harbor later, to look at the ship, breathe the smell of fish and seaweed and seagrass.