[RobbyS]

I have a hard time “getting” what the train announcer says in Munich, no trouble at all in Berlin. But even when in the K-town area, I found myself in a small story listening to two elderly women talking in Pfalisch, the local dialect with the lady behind the counter. They might as well have been speaking Dutch. Americans have no idea how parochial —in the good sense—Germans are, at least out in the villages and among the older Germans. It seems to be the case in other counties as well. Marry a woman from a village fifty miles away and go to live with her there, and twenty years later you are still an outsider in many ways.

[Kaslin]

Speaking of Munich or München as it is called in German my husband who had been transferred to Germany during the Berlin crisis from Fort Knox, KY told me about a guy in his company who was supposed to deliver something in Munich, or bring something back with a truck. Munich was about 156 miles from the post they were stationed at.

A day went by and he did not come back. Then another, still not back. Finally after a week he came back. When he was asked where he had been so long he answered that he drove all over Germany to find Munich but could not find it. He said he finally found a town called München