on the road 5

Frankfurt airport, terminal 1, baggage reclaim.
A group of Germans on their way back home from Washington DC via Heathrow. Probably parents, their friends and some daughters in their twenties.
In Heathrow I have already noticed them as they are just louder than the rest. Not as loud as some Americans or Spaniards could be but still loud, in a self-confidently German way.
They make a lot of jokes, I blame it on the jetlag. The jokes are not overly funny.
Some men wear Camp David shirts and some women "I love NY" hoodies, what more can I say...
They speak with a light northern accent with sounds annoying (no offence please...for me every dialect north of Frankfurt and west of Berlin sounds like that).
Waiting for their bags they try to outdo each other with stories of all the amazing things that happened to them in "Hollister"...and "Abercrombie & Fitch"...and "Victoria´s Secret".
Just to make sure even the last person impatiently waiting for their suitcase to arrive has understood where they have been on holidays. They make themselves comfortable on the seats next to the conveyor belts and take their shoes of...in order to get access to their compression stockings.
Always prepared, always efficient.
One girl shouts proudly: "THEY ARE THE ORIGINAL HOSPITAL ONES!!!! I STOLE THEM THERE MYSELF LAST YEAR!!!!"

I have just realized I´m not in England anymore.