Weekend entertainment: Hyperleggera
Oh the life of a journalist… imagine taking a tour of a factory (in this case BMW) and finding a not so journalist-friendly staff. Specifically, this writer had to resort to crayon drawings when his camera was banned.
Ok, it’s a bit silly but an enjoyable read, it’s weekend entertainment after all!
Visit Hyperleggera: A Trip to BMW Werk Dingolfing
Paranoia und Verschwörung in Bayern
Excerpt:
Intermission
“Agnes, how do you do! I’ve heard you’ll drop in by our Münich head quar ters tomorrow.”
Even as heard through a cell phone’s tinny speaker, the voice of Man fred von Schadenfreude is impos ing. Agnes, head of BMW Hungary’s PR, is respon si ble for han dling the journal ists from Hun gary. She is talk ing on her cell phone a few feet away from the jour nal ists, who—drunk on Rolls–Royce—do not pay any atten tion to her conversation.
“Look, Agnes, you’re a smart woman. Obvi ously, you will want to visit us tomor row as an employee, not as a guest.”
“Of course, Herr Ingenieur.”
“Oh please! Call me Manny.”
“All right…Manny.”
“See? Easy as pie! So go and take that lanky kid’s camera. Alex is a dullard, he does not have the sense to use our BR–2491 Excuse Gen er a tor with style, but you have no need for such prim i tive tools. I see you’re on good terms with the boy. You surely can figure out how to handle this.”
“Herr Ing…I mean, Manny, trust me I can handle him.”
“All right then. Soon there will be an open ing in upper man age ment here at com pany HQ. But I’ll tell you all about that tomor row! Do not let me down.”
The tele phone goes silent. Agnes rejoins the jour nal ists. Stand ing nearby, Alex is fid dling with the button on the BR–2491 Excuse Generator.
A Rolls-Royce: in Crayon