I lost my heart in Hydelbörg, and my Browt, the Edeltrowt, loves to eat Sauercrowd
How I can be an Ossi without ever having lived in the GDR is something many people will never understand – and I have long since given up trying to explain it to them. Similar to how the best is when it is beautiful, or that delicious food and drink taste good. People from the Rhineland don’t need that explained, and aliens will never get it.
Not even ten horses could drag me to Munich – not because I’m a damn Prussian, but because Munich probably has the lowest density of locals born in the place of all Bavaria and is thus only suitable for cliché tourists who supposedly want to see the Homo bavariensis – which is probably especially true for Oktoberfest: girls wearing high heels with their Dirndl are quite certainly country bumpkins (from Grevenbroich, incidentally not pronounced with "eu," or any other place not even remotely Bavarian Hintersttupfing).