Can I live in Italy...but have the savings account of a German?
Germany or Italy? a.k.a. Life's Little Shaving Principles
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Switzerland? Lichtenstein? Austria? Seems like the borderlands could be grand all on their own.
I too would choose Italian scenario but, did anyone else think of after the shave....
1. you finish you delightful shave and realize your beloved wife of many years has awoke. Yes, she is a true Italian (and only because I am one I can say this), and needs a shave as bad as you do. The honeymoon is over. your wonderful blade is now being dragged along the trunk and cavern of her body like a chainsaw in a lumber mill. you quickly run out the door, realizing the Vespa you so desire is the gigolo's who is visiting your neighbor's wife. You quickly jump into your decrepit Fiat and head to the office leaving your wife and five screaming kids to their daily duties. Ahhh, the pleasures of a good shave .... and a long work day!!!
2. You finish your shave and hear your beloved wife awake. She is a statuesque woman, blond and blue eyed with a gorgeous physique. Curvaceous and attractive. Her beauty only pales in comparison to her strength and determination. This woman can bench press a BMW with one hand and chop wood with the other. Quickly she throws a scowl your way for leaving her pristine sink riddled with hair. It was perfection... until you awoke. With a demanding tone, she calls out to her brood. You and your children get in line. Everyone is quickly fed and escorted out to their daily tasks. Perfection must be reattained she tells you. You jump in your VW feeling grateful for the beginnings of a long work day and a perfect shave. As a smile comes across your face, you hear the sounds of a Vespa on your block. You think nothing of it. You live just across the Italian border in Germany and the wife was probably having something delivered from the market....
1. you finish you delightful shave and realize your beloved wife of many years has awoke. Yes, she is a true Italian (and only because I am one I can say this), and needs a shave as bad as you do. The honeymoon is over. your wonderful blade is now being dragged along the trunk and cavern of her body like a chainsaw in a lumber mill. you quickly run out the door, realizing the Vespa you so desire is the gigolo's who is visiting your neighbor's wife. You quickly jump into your decrepit Fiat and head to the office leaving your wife and five screaming kids to their daily duties. Ahhh, the pleasures of a good shave .... and a long work day!!!
2. You finish your shave and hear your beloved wife awake. She is a statuesque woman, blond and blue eyed with a gorgeous physique. Curvaceous and attractive. Her beauty only pales in comparison to her strength and determination. This woman can bench press a BMW with one hand and chop wood with the other. Quickly she throws a scowl your way for leaving her pristine sink riddled with hair. It was perfection... until you awoke. With a demanding tone, she calls out to her brood. You and your children get in line. Everyone is quickly fed and escorted out to their daily tasks. Perfection must be reattained she tells you. You jump in your VW feeling grateful for the beginnings of a long work day and a perfect shave. As a smile comes across your face, you hear the sounds of a Vespa on your block. You think nothing of it. You live just across the Italian border in Germany and the wife was probably having something delivered from the market....
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Well, if I could switch Hannover for Hamburg, Tchibo (who drinks that crap?) for Teekampagne Darjeeling First Flush tea or at least a freshly grinded hand filtered Tanzania AB Ngila Estate Coffee by Baum Rostery, Tabac for Calani Oriental Plum, Hans Beier for Shavemac, Pitralon for Nivea Sensitive Aftershave Balm ... I would have stayed in Germany ... but otherwise I would choose Italy of course 
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Good answers and good additions, gentlemen!
Riesling, Gewurztraminer....Gotta be Germany.
I'm going with America, and cherry pick the best of the entire world, without having to pay VAT, just some shipping.
Germans and Italians don't know how to make good BBQ no how. it takes 5-10 generations removed for the Germans and Czechs to get it right. but boy can they at that point.
Germans and Italians don't know how to make good BBQ no how. it takes 5-10 generations removed for the Germans and Czechs to get it right. but boy can they at that point.
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Voting had just closed when I spotted this ...
But I gotta say - Italy all the way, love their soaps, creams and especially their Omega brushes.
not to mention the food .... Oh the food ... and the coffee - THE COFFEE
But I gotta say - Italy all the way, love their soaps, creams and especially their Omega brushes.
not to mention the food .... Oh the food ... and the coffee - THE COFFEE
I can say that I would like to be the minimalist . . . but the Italian scenario rings more truthfully for me.
My right brain says Italy. My left brain says Germany. Thanks to this thread they are no longer speaking.
At least they agree that Bauhaus is an abomination.
At least they agree that Bauhaus is an abomination.
Vespas quietly buzzing? More like Vespas's passing on both sides of you while jumping off the sidewalk. The scooters are driven by teenage girls wearing sandals and a mini-skirt. All of this while knowing you will be sent directly to prison after the accident happens. The law in Italy is applied based on the country of our passport issue. Please send me the soap via the mail.
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Italy; il dolce far niente
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