I was strolling through the Willy Brandt Platz in Frankfurt, this morning, when a huge blue thing caught my outer eye. I turned, and my eyes simply refused to believe the sight that beheld me.
For there, in the middle of the square, within strolling distance of the same German central bank that gave us the hard Deutschmark for fifty years, from 1948 onwards, which served the German Volk so well, was a giant Euro symbol, about 20 feet tall.
I just stood staggered and rooted to the spot, for about 30 seconds, in a wibbly wobbly world of my own.
Beethoven’s ‘Ode to Joy’, indeed. There were tears.
Now Germany is a land where humour is taken very seriously.
So I wonder if the Germans who walked past this fantastic symphony in plastic, this morning, realised just quite how amused I was to witness this tragi-comic exculpation of a decades-long state-induced fever of collective guilt?
I did catch a whiff of embarrassment, especially as I whipped out my iPad to capture the image above. I noticed nobody wanted to be included in the shot.
Such vain ambition, now falling down around the Eurocrats’ hubristic ears.
I hope they ask me back for the day this hilarious plastic statue is torn down, in the same fashion as those similarly grandiloquent socialist monuments dedicated to Lenin, Stalin, and Saddam Hussein.
Roll on the gold Deutschmark, to put the ‘Geld’ back into German money.