First I'm going pale and green: Before envy. Among Vultures, the Treasure of Silver Lake, in the valley of death, Deerslayer, through the wilds of Kurdistan, Winnetou ten, sigh, an Indian dream come true - the Pierre Brice of the East rides past. With a brown horse in person at the eastern border of his vast empire along, and checks the state of the frontier forts on the Mongolian border in the province of Tuva. Freedom and adventure! The Yearling!
Could we imagine in our Chancellor or our President us, perhaps? That the Chancellor would called into the desert or wilderness? The well known, there is no longer in Germany, just as an eastern border. All this has long been abolished, and one can hardly imagine any politician who personally pace off the border or would ride off. Or you might imagine Merkel as in Mecklenburg-Western Pomerania, on the border with Poland on the fresh begüllten fields of a former LPG, now pig breeding facility for 100,000 sows rides? (more ...)
