Germany: The Case for Condemnation

Everybody already knows that Germany doesn’t have a public transport system. Or at least not a working one. Deutsche Bundesbahn, or Deutsche Bahn as it is known now, is one of the worst operated institutions in the world. Constant delays, train cancellations, and rude and incompetent staff. I guess the latter is one of the reasons the train disservice is so pathetic.

Germany as a country has tons of problems. Probably more bad things that make one’s life miserable than things that would actually make life enjoyable when living here as an immigrant. According to the latest polls, around a third of Germans are willing to vote for an anti immigrant far right party with its internal Nazi flavoured fraction, and in some states it is almost 50 percent of the population. Now, I don’t believe Germans are going to send me to a concentration camp just because I am an immigrant from the Near East. But it is still disgusting to walk down the street or go to the office and know that every second German person in the room supports ideas like that, though.

I was on my way from Cologne to my hometown in the south of Germany. I boarded the ICE train, for which I had a valid, paid ticket and seat reservation. A ticket bought weeks in advance, and these tickets are not particularly cheap. I boarded the train, which was already delayed by an hour. Walking through the carriage that was supposed to have our seats, we were looking at the seat numbers but couldn’t find the seats. If our seats were, let’s say, 84 and 85, the place where our seats were supposed to be would jump from 80 and then continue with 90. In other words, they simply weren’t there.

We kept looking in other carriages as well until we decided to sit down anywhere because the train was becoming pretty full, and we didn’t want to stand for a six hour train ride, plus the hours of waiting until the train would take off. The train’s departure was delayed for so long because of track switch malfunctions and then, apparently, a medical emergency that the passengers for the next train were arriving, and people were standing in the aisles.

The train conductor was announcing that the train was so full that it would not move until people without a seat got off the train, all while they were still letting people in. This was because people who were supposed to take the trains at 5 p.m. and then 6 p.m. were entering this one because it had been standing there since 4 p.m. Of course, if you try to fit passengers from three different trains into one, it is going to get full.

At one point, a passenger approached and wanted his seat. I told him, “Your seat is actually for the 6 p.m. train. This train is technically still the 4 p.m. train. It just happened to never leave the station.” I told him that if he had a problem, he could call the service staff, which he did.

The German ticket inspector came over yelling, saying, “The train is not going to take off until you get off this train.” I guess it was the German thing to do. Instead of first apologising for the delay, he immediately blamed the customer. In front of everybody, he was putting me on the spot, saying that “I would be the one to blame if the train didn’t take off.” Talk about pitting passengers against one another.

I explained the situation, saying that I had a paid ticket and a valid reservation for this train. If he could find our paid seats, I would gladly move. His response was, “I will go and check. If I can’t find your seats, the train is not taking off, and it will get cancelled because of you!”

He then went away and came back after two or three minutes, saying, “You are right. Your seats cannot be found. The train will not take off and will be cancelled.” Again, putting pressure on me and making sure that everybody around me saw me as the bad guy.

I said, “Okay, then I am going to get off the train, even though I paid for a ride.” Instead of him apologising for stealing my money and treating me like a criminal, I thought I would be the adult here and get off the train. I know people who work at Deutsche Bahn are not the most exemplary specimens or the brightest of the bunch, but still, the next time they strike for higher salaries and better working conditions, my empathy ends there. I wouldn’t even cross the street to piss on them if any one of them were on fire. I would just tell them, “If you are not happy, just find another job, idiot, just like any other hardworking person.”

See, this is why I avoid Germans. I mean, not all of them are like that, but based on my experience, most of them are. Spineless, racist, immoral cowards who will always blame others and even go as far as murdering and committing genocide against entire populations because they cannot take responsibility for their own misdeeds and misery. They are trash who shouldn’t be trusted.

I got off the train and waited for a while because there was supposed to be another train on the way that was supposed to be connected to that one, hoping I might still be able to catch a ride. After waiting for another hour, that second train never came, and all the trains were cancelled for the day. I ended up getting a hotel and buying another train ticket for the next day, which cost around 350 euros. To this day, I still haven’t seen the money for the train ticket that was cancelled. I guess the only trains Germans ever managed to operate were, unfortunately, the ones they used to murder millions of people.

This article isn’t about ranting against Germany. I like Germany as a country. The nature, the wildlife, and so on. It is just its citizens and institutions that are a waste of oxygen on this planet.