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Last week I went to Basel. Travelled from Munich via a carpool. The ride took four or five hours and was very smooth (a new Mercedes Benz) but can you believe the driver didn't stop for one food break?! So German.... I was thirsty as a mofo.
On my first night in town I found a genuine leather motorcycle jacket -- on the sidewalk. It was just laying there on top of a nice, small coffee table. The things folks throw out in rich countries! (And, yet, America couldn't bring itself to dump W.) Lest the owner - jilted boyfriend/angry roommate/robbed motorcycle guy -suddenly appeared - "Hey! that's mine!" - I took off my winter jacket and put on the leather one underneath. I'd say that was a pretty good night in Basel.
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