I seem to recall there was a riveting tale attached to that pic way back a year or two ago........but I can't say whether Charles was mentioned by Hans or not.....hmmmmm.
Leutnant Hans, mein Nachbar, verschwand vor einigen Jahren auf einer Mission, um Aktivitäten zu „neutralisieren“, die er für „unerwünscht“ hielt – obwohl seine Bedeutung durch Google Translate nicht klar war.
Ich frage mich, wie er in Ihrem Keller in Alaska gelandet ist. und hat er sein Ziel erreicht?
@john-barry Yes they all become a bit of a blur don't they? In the pursuit of good taste perhaps it's for the best.......
I find that as time goes along its way, yes everything becomes a blurr, (perhaps its the speed). But at least one's favourite Buddy Holly songs remain fresh, and one can watch favourite films over again and still the ends are a surprise.
@charles-rockett ............thanks Charles .........it wasn`t until you mentioned it that I first realized Hans was a Leutnant 🤔
Something tells me he's coming after you! Again google translate wasn't clear and I don't sprecken Deutsch. But it was a while ago and he wasn't very happy. He packed his riffle - with silencer - and off! That was the last I knew until you dug-up your picture from the files in room 17.
It might be that he went hunting, but I sensed there was more to it than that.
......you guys are relentless!!!!..........and what`s happened to the Golden Retriever "fetch your slippers" Attitude that Google Translate used to offer?......they`re not willing to tell me shite anymore.
.....fearing I`d offended Charles on an earlier thread,my intent was to cast an olive branch morsel onto the footpath......not start a language directional path that would prove to be un-follow-able even for a sharp witted hairpin such as myself
......the two guys making snide remarks while ogling the skier femme fatale (and possibly commenting on the goat`s choice of display direction), are just a couple gizmos I ran across at the border crossing between Switzerland and Snowpqck (a wintery place I`ve just now made up)
......on that chilly morning,the officials barely glanced in the direction of our dastardly duo.....focusing instead upon a large,ugly American and his unidentifiable young escort,a young lady who was NEITHER large,NOR ugly.....FatMan and little girl were released after a short stay as enforcement attention shifted to the sidewalk spitting llama who repeatedly refused to proffer valid ID
@john-barryGoogle translate gives me shite when using French, of which I have a modicum of understanding to correct. So it's probably best that your Google translate is being obstreperous today in not fetching your slippers, as there's no telling what the German came out as, above. I was confused as my neighbour, Leutnant Hans had gone off, some years passed to 'neutralise' some activity or other of which he disapproved, taking his rifle and silencer with. Only when you sent you file photo' of him stalking the locals of Jaybey County did I think his target might be the local dignitary and heir, Mr Jaybey himself. Which is odd given his upright standing and popularity among the local townsfolk
Taking his rifle, Herr Hans could, of course have gone hunting. And may even have the comely figure of Miss Snowpqck (1987) in the cross-hairs of his gunsight for perfectly understandable, if not entirely 'innocent' reasons. But why the silencer - his schalldampfer ?
Something is afoot, and if Herr Hans and his coconspirator are, indeed, up to something more nefarious than just trying to get a better vantage point around the stray goat's backside, of infamous femme-fatale, Miss Snowpqck (1987)'s still appealing figure, then I fear for the well-natured Mr. Jeybey's chances.
@charles-rockett ...................good HEAVENS man !!!!.......I was more than halfway thru your missive,overjoyed that I had somehow acquired a working knowledge of the German language....but no,it`s merely a somewhat formalized English 🤨
Hans and company rode that ski lift all the way to North Dakota......soooooooooooooooooo........they did have a trick or two up their Puffy-Coat sleeves
