My Linz grandparents were day trippers who always looked for the adventure. Grandpa in particular the culinary. He ordered a Seidl beer for the cardinal cuts. In the bright red one-golf rabbit, we always drove to the same pastry shop into the Hellmonsödt 20 kilometers north. So that it was also quick, the grandfather had chosen exactly this car model. Because “Rabbit”, if you could never learn English properly, can only mean “quickly”. The red paint color should underline the speed frenzy. My grandma and I always ate ice. And because we were not used to a change, I always made the same joke with the “pear Helene” ice cup: “You have to order it, grandma, because it is called like you!” So Helene, not pear. As a boy, I myself flirted for a very long time to order a “hot love”. Vanilla ice cream with warm raspberries. I loathed the vanilla taste, but I found the name so bad and would have loved to dare. It took me to take all my courage together and order the cup. How did it like? Hurdling, of course, for vanilla. (Sascha Aumüller)
