"Who would come here in the middle of August anyway?" I asked myself almost mockingly on the way to the small town of Lauscha, hidden somewhere in the heart of the Thuringian Forest. With our Ford, we drove towards the land of Santa Claus, the place from where, according to old dusty proverbs, the first Christmas "bunka" originates. Yes, the very ones you put a few dozen on your Christmas tree every December.

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"Michael Jackson also ordered our teddy bear," said a friendly young lady and placed a large stuffed toy on a chair with a long wooden table. "All are made by hand, some to order, and all with a lot of love."

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I didn't care. Namely, we found a clearing of true wild blueberries and attacked them. The sun shone through the pine trees, it smelled of moss and needles, it was peaceful and quiet. Both of us have slaw, slaw, and blueberry slaw. And although we came to the meeting with the pleasant director of the local mountain railway with purple around the mouth, as I say, I didn't care for a while. There is no such thing as real German wild blueberries.

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After 18 months of traveling around Asia, we have somewhat forgotten what it means to be punctual, precise and, above all, to approach everything with a healthy degree of rigor. Well, nothing for that. Today Mrs. Germany made sure that we got a slap that smelled of all this.

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