“Donner und Blitzen!” cried Wolfgang Zimmemann Klempel, jumping up in the busy café, flinging his newspaper down.
“Gott in Himmel!” he shrieked.
All around the other patrons of the café looked up, startled. The mood was generally dour, as 1850's Hamburg was a place of strict restrictions in all aspects of daily life.
Supporting the troops out overseas had crippled the budget, as had the reconstruction after the great fire. As for the lavish program of schools and hospitals set up by the
overoptimistic administration, well, it was crippling the country.
"Herr Klempel?" coughed the waiter, repectfully.
Wolfgang's expression clicked back into place as he realised where he was. He stuffed a crumpled note into the waiter's hand and scurried out of the cafe, muttering:
"I think I have it - I may just have the answer."




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That picture of the hamburger is original.






