Flying to Germany
June 14th 2006 03:42
So my flight to Rome was somehow rerouted to Frankfurt, Germany. And due to a space-time anomaly, I ended up in June 2006. Yes! I write this to you from the heart of Germany itself: the Reichstag!
I'm here addressing the German Parliament on the benefits of training young children to be goalkeepers and shuttling them down to Australia. My reception was a little underwhelming, but then again, it's probably the single greatest display of emotion by the Teutonic race since Wagner was set to Apocalypse Now.
Coincidentally, the World Cup is on at the moment, and what better kaleidoscope through which to view the world than through football's Holy Grail? Actually, it's probably more like a crude slide-camera, what with all the beer guzzling that goes on. Still, football is a fine metaphor for the problems of the world.
I'm here addressing the German Parliament on the benefits of training young children to be goalkeepers and shuttling them down to Australia. My reception was a little underwhelming, but then again, it's probably the single greatest display of emotion by the Teutonic race since Wagner was set to Apocalypse Now.
Coincidentally, the World Cup is on at the moment, and what better kaleidoscope through which to view the world than through football's Holy Grail? Actually, it's probably more like a crude slide-camera, what with all the beer guzzling that goes on. Still, football is a fine metaphor for the problems of the world.
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