Karmann-Dschiha or Porsche Tschayenne? No matter, the main thing is Italy!
04/27/2025
The Appenine Peninsula is Germany's secret love. Ever since the six of us rocked across the Alps to Rimini in a VW Beetle in the fifties, we have fallen for the charm of the Italians and their melodic language. Even if we can't understand it or even speak it - that wonderful t-sh sound of C and G just sounds like a vacation.
Even in our primary school days, every Porsche was powerless against the Lambordschini Kauntätsch in the car quartet. Anyone who had moved up from a Fiat drove an Autobiantschi, and every Volkswagen in a designer dress became the automotive namesake of Louis Prima's fifth wife as a Karmann-Dschiha.
Unfortunately, it wasn't enough for me to get a Lambortschini, so I have to make do with my Opel Vetschtra Tscharavan in Tschasablantschaweiß. But even that takes me everywhere. To the ice sheep of Dzhachomo Adzhneli, for example, who is not related to the long-time Fiat patriarch.
While I'm eating my usual chassata sitschiliana with a latte matschiato at Dschatschomo, I notice a young woman a few tables away, as beautiful as Rita Hayworth. You know, the one who turned Dschlenn Ford's head as Dschilda.
I make up my mind to speak to her and find out her name. Her name is Andschela, and we arrange to meet for dinner: at seven o'clock in the restaurant La Tschutschina. I don't have to pick her up. She would drive there herself in her Porsche Tscharrera.
When I arrive, Andschela is already waiting for me. She is wearing a black dress by Valentino Dscharavani and looks really stunning. She says the gnochi here are really good, but the lindschuine ai fundschi are also very tasty. Incidentally, a red wine would go well with it. She would recommend the Tschianti.
I had to intervene again. Because good red wine is not called Tschianti - but Barolo.
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