...Colditz
Let's be clear: the Germans have been really friendly to me. Their country is organised and clean and cycling through their towns and villages it all feels, well, gentle and tolerant.
However, I realise that I've been subject to brain washing from those innumerable 1950s and 1960s war films that we watched as children. Every time I see a notice saying Achtung or Verboten I want to say it in one of those voices from thosr films. Yunno the ones: the clipped command from an SS Stormtrooper.
I find myself practicing certain phrases like "I can see well, I can see perfectly well" and dreaming of riding a motorbike, Steve McQueen style, up to the barbed wire border (sorry Anna and Joe, these references will defeat you I'm afraid).
It all makes me feel like I'm a plucky RAF airman who's been downed in enemy territory and is making his way back to Blighty assisted by the underground network.
Well, tomorrow this Englisher hopes to cross the border into the Netherlands. One step closer to home. I'm hoping to stowaway (well, actually, pay my way...) on a ferry from German Emden to Dutch Delfjitz. Their website says you need to book more than two days in advance. Can't do that.... so I'm going to turn up and see what happens.
Wish me luck.
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