Monday morning, 8:30 AM. The weather in Frankfurt is, well shitty! The sky is grey, the light in the morning is grey and the mood is not so high on the way to the office. Well, after I checked my emails and see what the collea…
‡ HONK, HONK ‡
… OH MY GOD!
Right, it’s Monday morning. And Frankfurt is – Frankfurt. Bankers! In cars! THEIR cars!
I can not remember one single town – well, Bangkok changed the traffic law for honking in the town to ‘not allowed’ their any more while I was there, and the Bangkokians just stopped honking – I work some time where honking was so worse.
Then on the other side, I did not spend time in India not for business and not for private. And everyone told me India is worth. Other colleagues told me, this would be some cities in South America or some say it’s in Vietnam or Cambodia.
No, I do think the Honking Town of the world is definitely Frankfurt. I do think, a lot of people who live and work here – or at least the people who think they have, while they work, the approval to print – holding their noses high in the air, are bossy and snobbish.
And every Monday morning is the worst, because they have to leave their cosy castle with their nifty partners and go back to their money printing work… And I do think they just ‡ HONK, HONK ‡ because they know, all their pretty work might crash down on them, because their bosses – who ride on their back seats of their cars with a liveried drivers to their offices with their own secretaries – will decide today or tomorrow or maybe in 2 years, that they have another winning horse running on another track.
‡ HONK, HONK ‡
Frankfurt, the Honking Town – Definitely!
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