“Sind sie Hollander?” the purring Cougar asks. Am I (a) Dutchman? The bar is dark like a cave, but I swear I see the big cat lick its lips in the shadows.
Dutch? I don’t hear that one too often. Usually French or, at worst, British.
“Nä, Ik bin Ami, aus Denver, Colorado. Aus dem Wilden West, ja, oder wie die Haribo, nischt?”
Nah, I am Yank, from Denver, Colorado. From the Wild West, yes, or like the sort of Gummibear candy mix, no? Continue reading
Berlin Jelly Donut 