In Northwestern Austria born and raised in the Kneipe was where I spent most of my days. Chillin out maxin relaxin kickin mad speeches inside the beerhall when a couple of Jews who was up to no good started making trouble in das Neighborhood. I started one little putsch and my mom got scared she said "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Berlin". Whistled for a cab and when it came near, the licenseplate said "DEUTSCH" and had a Iron Cross in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was win, so I thought "ES IST ZEIT FÜR RACHE! KAMERAD, NACH BERLIN!". I pulled up to the Reichstag um seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby "Kamerad, smell you later!". I Looked at my Reich, I was finally drin, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Berlin.