Dog mines
It’s winter. There should be snow on the ground but there isn’t. It’s raining. The leaves should have all been raked up in the fall but they weren’t. Well, not in front of the building where I live they weren’t. Nobody rakes leaves when you live in a WG (Wohngemeinschaft, a group of people sharing an apartment or house). Not even a native.
And what hidden danger lies lurking there underneath those leaves? When it’s raining and you can’t see anything? What’s underneath all those leaves that weren’t raked up in the fall and now its winter and there’s no friggin snow covering the friggin ground which could be covering it all up to protect you like it friggin should be but isn’t?
Dog mines. Native dog mines. Friggin native dog mines. I stepped on one just this morning and I’m mad as hell. They’re under the leaves. When it’s raining and you can’t see anything. When there’s no snow.
Most of them have been lying there since World War II (I think). Well they sure smell like they have been. First they tried this V2 and V1 crap and then they went for the doggy kind right before the Einmarsch (the entry of troupes).Talk about your Wunderwaffe. It was a friggin Wunder that anybody would sit next to me in the friggin U-Bahn at all this morning. And I do not, I repeat, do not blame that dozen or so folks that got off at the next stop so demonstratively after I got in. I would have got off there too if I hadn’t have been me.
I am going to start an Aktion like Lady Di did and make the world Öffentlichkeit (public) aware of this pernicious threat to (decent) life and (lower) limb. This horrible legacy of war can no longer be ignored. These mines are the perfect soldiers. They stay on active duty and lie in wait for days, weeks, years, decades, long after the actual conflict has ceased. Yup, that’s what I’m going to do maybe, that Aktion thing.
But first I’m going to buy a new pair of shoes.
Dog mines – doesn’t anybody care?
Lacht nur! Eines Tages werdet auch ihr Opfer dieser heimtückischen Kriegstechnik.
