Think about times following situation: You are a slave
(selling products) in einem ........ na, sagen wir mal Schnellimbiss in Deutschland. Hinein kommt ein Kollege mit Immigrationshintergrund. Lasst mich ihn der Einfachheit halber Ali nennen. Also, Ali bestellt seine gebratenen Kamelhoden mit doppelt Mayo, du bereitest das Zeug angewidert zu und drueckst ihm die Tuete in die Hand. Hier, 8 Euro fuffzich! Ali ist deutlich verstimmt: „Ey horsch mal Alder, wo isse denn meine Gabel, du Arsch?“ Dem entgegnest du ueberaus freundlich: „Warum? In deiner Heimat frisst du die Scheisse doch auch mit den Haenden! Gabel gibbet nich. Fertich!“
Ueber die folgende, am naechsten Morgen evtl. in eurem staedtischen Kaeseblatt, erscheinende, schwere Untat wollen wir jetzt mal kein Wort verlieren. Ich glaube you understand what's going as good enough.
Ok. Another country, another city, other people:
I buy in combining NEN Fertigramen (noodle soup) and slippers to the cash register. The very friendly cashier asks me whether to make the snot hot, I say, "Yes" and she pressed my fork and spoon made of plastic in his hand. Maintenance, fork and spoon? How the hell am I to get to the fork and spoon the damn noodles from the vat? So I ask as friendly as possible after chopsticks. Your answer: "Hehe, I just thought as a foreigner, you can not eat with chopsticks, hihi!" My counter-question: "Ah, that's interesting! If now comes in a Japanese curry and rice buys, but he gets a spoon, or "you" Yes, normal "I:" Well, well, even though you usually devour everything with chopsticks, so the Japanese would get quite a spoon Of course, right? .... Why "you
:" Uh uh ......... ....... ....... oeh excuse, hehe "
Well, what to do. ? It is
kawaiiiiii, so I will not ausboxen her eyes.
Just for better understanding: The whole conversation ran from start to
off in Japanese! That reminds me just what on?
good. Same country, different city, another victim: The good
LongDong (editor's name is known) strode in motorcycle clothes to the cashier of the local "Depato" and wants to pay for his purchases. The Depato has its own parking garage, so you get to show your parking ticket a parking voucher. The most zealous cashier holds so such a park voucher into the air and wave it as an imaginary steering wheel toward the front of the face completely baffled LongDong and forth and make this "hum, hum?" What we probably would have Ali in the first section to said, or what weapons he would have used for his rampage?
What the hell is this? In the beginning I have always dismissed the "authentic Japanese experience," but I can not and will not anymore! Yes actually think that all foreigners stupid are you? And above all, my local cluster table lamp knows me for about 5 years! All temporary employees know me and know where I can speak Japanese to some extent. Nevertheless, I constantly get the fork and / or spoon wrapped up, because I'm too stupid for the well to eat with chopsticks! After 5 years of practice!
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| Yes, exactly! Exactly what we're for the Japanese! Idiot! |
GSD is not everywhere the same logic. Imagine that each in Roppongi towed a bitch would explain only long and wide, wherever you want it but please put the Schniedelwutz. The case is completely without words. Why can not everywhere be the same? With the same
Of course?
Yeah, will you again think of Coolio. Stir over any dead bugs! But what would you think as if you'll continuously treated like idiots? So, outside of your company, I mean ........
Exactly the same is with the damned: "Ooooh, Nihongo wa desu ne jouzu" (Oh, your Japanese is good, what?) That you get here for any halfway to hear in Japanese Baby herausgeroechelte question! Only to then respond in a "waterfall Japanese. A German colleague, who ekes out for 20 years in Nippon his miserable existence, sent me mal erklaert: „Erst wenn sie dich nicht mehr auf dein gutes Japanisch anlabern, dann ist es wirklich gut!“ Tja, wie es aussieht, lebe ich noch nicht lange genug hier. Oder ich nehme die falschen Drogen.......
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