Llamarse German en Germany es lo peor que puede sucedernos...

Diálogo con la recepcionista del hotel de Frankfurt.

- Hello, I have a reservation for three nights.

- Name, please.

- My name is German.

- Ok, but what’s your name?

- I’ve told you that “my name is German”.

- Yes, I understand, you have a German name, like “Otto “. Do you want me to guess your name?

- No.

- Is this a kind of game?

- No, Sr., I'm telling you that I’m German.

- Really? You don’t look like a guy from Germany.

- No, that’s because I’m from Argentina.

- You have told me that you were German.

- Yes, I’m German but I’m not German.

- Sr. I can’t understand you. Did you use drugs recently?

- Oh, no, please!!! I’m trying to explain you that I’m GERMAN from AR-GEN-TI-NA.

- I thought that Germany was in Europe, not in Argentina…

- YES, OF COURSE IT IS!!!!!

- O.K., we agree. So, could you please TELL ME YOUR NAME!?

- GERMAN!!!!!! GERMAN IS MY NAME!!!!!

- Here we go again! I already understood that you have a German name. Like “Otto “ or like…

- IGNACIO!!! MY NAAAMEEEE IS IGNAAAACIOOOO!!! IGNAAACIO NAVAAAAAAS!!!

- Thanks god. You should have started by saying that! Please, don’t forget your keys, Mr. Ignacio!