Lufthansa and the Spaniard.

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Ah the trappings of economy class flight. “Ein grosse bier” wine and champagne all complementary…Thank goodness because the gal in front is determine to recline her seat to  the max. If she reclines anymore it will result on girl girl action… The last time I was on a lufthansa flight I was 16 years old. My wise grandparents offered to help me get a car (freedom) or go to Germany  (opportunity of a lifetime).  Culture shock took place quickly.  A flaxen German goddess sitting on the floor at the Munich airport rolling tobacco.  I was familiar with rolled Marijuana joints so I was confused. Then the topless beaches.  My grandma tugged me hard and said ” don’t even think it”. I was in Deutsche heaven. Mailmen  had long hair, unshaven armpits and  Marienplatz.  The best memory was the pairing of me and some Spanish girl. She spoke German and Spanish and I English. We rode the underground  to meet up with her brother whose soccer team won some title.  And what a celebration it was. I was sixteen years old and all that is implied, to drink “Lyon’s brew” with a sea of young buff sweaty  men.  But not me.  I  was fascinated with the Spanish gal because she was my age, spoke two languages and could care less about the revelry. She was sophisticated and I was impressed with how she handled the beer laden barbarians.  And this time I’m impressed that nothing has changed in economy except better movies. Bitte please.

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