Heute wir machen Christians spezial Pizza. Es komm mit Grape und Ketchup und Wurst und Tomaten und Onianen und Anchoven.
"Heute machen wir Christians spezial-Pizza. Sie ist belegt mit Trauben, Ketchup, Wurst, Tomaten, Zwiebeln und Anchovis."
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("it comes with..." is not really translatable to german, you have to use other verbs that fit the context.)
Grapes? on a pizza? sounds like the most awfull thing I've heard since pizza haway was invented :lol:
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The miracles of bosnian buraucracy...
Me at the cantonal ministry, after futile search for a specific document on the internet: "Hello, I need the rulebook on minimum technical requirements for gastronomical objects."
Cleric: "We don't have that here. Ask in the agricultural association!"
Me: "The... agricultural association? this is about gastronomy"
Cleric: "yes, you should get that there"
Me, not even thinking about stopping by in the agricultural society, at the info desk of the local ministry 15 minutes later: "Hello, I need the rulebook on... aso"
another Cleric: "You'll have to get that in room 33"
Aha! at least someone who seems to know what she's talking about!
Me goes around the building to the other entrance, up to the third floor. Iimmediately see room 39 and room 40. So much for reasonable room numbering. After a bit of searching the second floor, I knock at room 33 and enter.
Me: "Hello, I need the rulebook... aso".
yet another Cleric: "We don't hand that out. It's only for inspectors."
Me: "But... I need to know how I have to prepare the object for inspection!"
Cleric: "We can give you the numbers of the official newsletters in which these regulations were stated, so you can download them from the internet."
Me: "I know the numbers of these newsletters, but they are nowhere on the net!"
Cleric: "I'm afraid I can't help you, then. What kind of gastronomical object is concerned?"
Me: "A fast food."
Cleric: "Why would you even want a rulebook for that? there are no rules concerning that other than there's power, and a toilet nearby."
Me: "What's nearby? "
Cleric: "You'll have to reason with the inspector about that."
Me thinking "great, I wonder how much money the inspector will ask for to classify 500 meters as nearby...", and going home again. I also wonder what he has to say about a cole grill in a room of 2 sqare meters. We'll see. Further episodes are likely to follow while we try to get our first micro-credit and buisness counseling project going.