The good column-visiting the Polo-Bro-Zoo

In a way, the city of Munich, in which I currently stay for a few days, fits the new government cabinet: both are expected to be boring. Both will cost me a lot of money. And both of them are populated by stinky, questionable figures who move politically at the extreme right.

Also, brown and blue in Bavaria are not only accorded with political, but also by many wealthy Munich fashion colors: the ladies (tend to be blonde blonde, ponytail hairstyle, designer handbag) prefer pensioners and elegantly cut jil-sander and costumes in SATTEM SA-brown (solarium brown, designer glasses Or transparent version) Captain blue Italian suits and drive senselessly around the convertible in the city center, as if they wanted to say: “Look, I am Graf snot and don’t worry about anything because I can cheat you misery with my money.”

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What is amazed at the same time and again is the disturbing uniform look of the identical-looking male adolescents who have grown the smartphone on the hand and who all seem to indulge in the same scary polo shirt cult: they not only carry all white tennis socks, sunglasses and expensive polo shirts in the colors of alpine white, old pink, old-fledged, and Canaria yellow, but also all the same sleek hair costume, a mixed form of late 80s popper and accurate Hitler boy hairstyle. They seem to exist in a peculiar parallel world, completely isolated by our reality, in which any form of counterculture or dissidence is unknown.

At the tavern table, the men’s round talks about unotented tenants, tax -saving tricks and the latest profit margins in the real estate industry. Already in the morning the Munich-based sausages and wheat beers not only climbed into itself, but also selected rosé wines and colorful cocktails, which he gave difficult names (“Pornstar Martini”, “Skinny Bitch”). (If you decide as a reasonable but hungry Berliner for the “cheap lunch table” at the inner city Italian recommended by friends, you have gotten away very well with a läppische 24 euros for a microscopic plate of scampi pasta and a glass of Rosato. However, this was not a drama, I had decided to take something anyway.)

They not only wear all white tennis socks, sunglasses and expensive polo shirts in the colors alpine white and canary yellow, but also all the same sleeps, a mixed form of late 80s popper head and accurate Hitler boy hairstyle.

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But don’t worry: all of this is no longer worrying, at least not if you ask the average autochthonous Munich, but the normal Munich mix of lots of day leisure (the money works on the bench), a lot of joy in presenting your own prosperity and much as brass as well as dogged -percentage agreement with Germany in general and Bavaria in particular.

In addition, by one of the numerous villa quarters – if you live in Neukölln or Wedding, almost every Munich neighborhood actually looks like a gated community or a millionaire slave – in which there is a strict regulations regarding the grading of the different levels of wealth (the poor rich living closer to the road, which is stressed by car exhaust gases, the rich away from loud traffic), It is quickly noticeable that there is no french fries far and wide, nor a Dunkin ‘Donuts branch. What there are instead: tax consultants, real estate agents, law firm, interior decorator, notaries, beauty salons, private clinics of all kinds and price range, delicatessen shops, wine actions. If other purchases urgently need to be made (measurement clothing, silk underwear), the wife quickly drives with the second BMW in “Die Stadt”, it only takes two minutes. Most of it can be delivered anyway (fresh antipasti, champagne, coke).

What is used as a Berliner, who is used to being treated by sales staff like a kitchen cake, but repeatedly sinks on his knees with gratitude, is the enchanting friendliness of the Munich: For example, the employee of the Lenbachhaus responsible for the wardrobe, who gives me a precise description of the various floors of the art museum (and the works to be seen there) accompany. A courtesy that I never came across in Berlin in 35 years. Not to forget the supermarket provision with Spanish accent, who asked me when asked whether there is also chilled beer, like a child leads through the entire discounter and points to a drink cooler that I have overlooked with a finger, in front of which I come to stand: “Please very much, the Lord.” And with a wink: “Next time a beer will be due for me.”

Nevertheless, I am not sure whether, for a better future, in Munich, I am not slowly in time for a return to the revolutionary traditions of the city (Räter Republic, Munich Boheme, Schwabinger Krawalle). In any case, it is certain: there is a “Erich-Müllam-Platz” in the city today, but not a single house with this residential address (“Erich-Müllam-Platz 1”). One seemed to want to avoid that.