Käfers
At around 8 a.m., I was stood on the balcony, drinking coffee, watching the street wake up, and then a lovely silver VW Beetle drove past.
Moments later, one, two, three, four, five more Beetles. All white.
Then a blue one.
Then a matt black one.
And on and on and on it went.
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, more and more Beetles, the odd combi, a handful of Golfs.
I put on my trousers and went down and had a look. The whole streets around the two stadiums near my apartment were full of Volkswagens.
Just one big coincidence, I assume…