I read in Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung that Germany is dramatically short of hands to work. There's not adequate people to take care of old people, collect asparagus, strawberries, clean and wipe, that's so graphic. I felt a small nostalgia prick. specified “ah, they utilized to be times.”
For we all know this: Grandma needs a babysitter in Germany, we call Halinka from Poland. Do we gotta choice apples? They take Romanians. Do we gotta clean the home before Christmas? There is simply a Bulgarian landing with mops in hand and a joy in the sight that a fewer euros will fall in. And it was going around. but now something's broken.
The drama of German society is that over the years they have managed perfectly to avoid doing anything with their own hands. Almost like it's dirty. The hands were to hold prosecco on the grill and to pat on the back during the Oktoberfest, not to collect asparagus. Physical work was so effective that they evolved. Literally. They most likely already have a gene liable for avoiding physical exertion that could be detected with a CT scan.
And now the meatballs. due to the fact that migrants, the same ones who were expected to pull this German cart (or alternatively push a wheelbarrow), do not want to either. They have their ambitions, expectations, they don't want to tyre for six euros an hr erstwhile you might as well not tyre and live off any local community. The strategy was good as long as it worked. And now it acts like Deutsche Bahn — that is, it does not work.
Of course, the Germans are shocked. “Where are all those east Europeans who wanted to do for us?” they ask with German surprise, which in itself is simply a separate institution. It's a surprise that happens all time the planet doesn't work out according to the German plan. And the plan was great! You work, we celebrate. Win-win.
And suddenly, it turns out that our people have started to respect each other, too. That Halinka no longer wants to fuck around the clock for $1,200 a period and sleep in a basement with a grate. Stefan of Podlasie, who had been collecting asparagus at Düsseldorf for 15 years, abruptly decided that he could, however, invest better in the harvester and gather his own, on his own. And that even Romanians began to persecute something about “a life worthy of man.” Scandal.
And now Germany has a problem. due to the fact that you'd gotta learn to work again. Imagine this: Hans of Munich in his boots, bent in half, collects cucumbers. His wife, Gertrude, washes the toilets at the hotel, not plans a weekend with champagne in Tuscany. The son, Kevin (yes, there are Kevins), learns welding, not emotional marketing at the university. And at this point, the brain of an average German citizen hangs like Windows 95 after encountering a flash drive.
There would be nothing incorrect with that — physical work would not be a shame — but the Germans did not learn to work so effectively that their grandparents would most likely gotta restart forced labour camps to remind them how to copy ditches. Oh, right. That's where they have historical experience. And organizationally, and logistically, and even with German precision, which the planet cannot shake off until today.
But just to be clear, I do not condemn the Germans. Really. I even realize them a little. I mean, who wouldn't want individual else fucking for him and take out the garbage with a smile? I'd like to, too. But life is not a folder from Ikea — it does not consist alone. You gotta do your job. Only as you learn for decades that dirt under your nails is simply a substance of ‘there’, then it is hard to take the shovel yourself. Especially erstwhile the “there” realizes that they do not gotta live on the incorrect side of the shovel.
And that's how the editors at Frankfurter Allgemeine sit there now, tapping their fingers in their sweaty foreheads and asking dramatically: And the answer is simple: now, dear Germans, you are going back to reality. but possibly not on his own terms.
Unless Tusk keeps handing out cards. Then the full buses will go west again — for his regulation is like a flashing green light for the crisis, unemployment, and inexpensive labor. Leaving isn't a choice, it's a necessity. And the Prime Minister? Well... how'd it go? Für Deutschland, Herr Tusk?
