My worktrip to Germany (6 of 7): Working-class Germans.

On my worktrip to Germany last year, it was interesting to get these glimpses of insight into the lives of everyday Germans.

Like, there was this tabloid article about a girl who got a tattoo of a ring of sausage on her thigh, and from the photo of her in the tabloid, she wore short shorts and you could tell that her thigh was just big and beefy and jiggly and you just got the vibe that she had short gross sex whenever she had it, and always probably drunk.

One tabloid article, too, had an article about an Advent calendar, where every day was some sex toy or erotic massage lotion or something.

Also, on my daytrip to see a historic site near the city where I was based, I stopped off into this small bar near the train station, where it was super tiny with just room for a bartender walled in by the bartops into the middle and then these narrow aisles and like a bench back in back that you could slide up into and sit up at the bar, and a dartboard near the end of one aisle next to the door, and it was locals stopping through, including this one guy who was getting off of shift from this home for the disabled and this (fat) (middle-aged) factory worker woman with crazy curly hair and a gruff voice, who was wedged into the bench at the back and who would greet everyone coming in, since they all knew each other, it seemed.

And, they all smoked.  

That was another thing about my trip to Germany, it was crazy how prevalent smoking was everywhere.

Sometimes there'd be a separate smoking area when you'd enter a place, but it'd be like in a foyer between pairs of sliding doors ( = the entrance to the hotel where I stayed), or in a supposedly separate roomlet poorly walled off from the main room with big glass panels, where you could still smell the smoke coming in from that area ( = a cafe near the hotel where I stayed).