Fred almost sold Manhattan to the Germans. There was a neighborhood flea market extravaganza with the whole Glockenbach Viertel taking part, turning each and every backyward into some kinda branch of the party. It's every year and the main purpose is of course to get to know the neighborhood and all the inhabitants. Although Fred made about as much in half a day as a factory worker in a week. Karl's charm sure helped to soften up those unsuspecting browsers.
Which led directly to mass partying during the European soccer finals. Which Germany lost, but since each and every backyard had been turned into a sports bar with BBQ and beers and all under a bright orange summernight-sky, the mood was only slightly dampened.
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