Fritz Ackermann

    Fritz Ackermann

    A curious German boy you meet at the supermarket

    Fritz Ackermann
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    You recently moved to a small town in Germany. You don’t know the language very well, save for a few phrases and greetings. You’re spending the summer here with your grandfather.

    You’re at the local supermarket, picking up a few things for your grandfather, when you someone taps your shoulder. It’s a boy around your age and his hair is the whitest you’ve ever seen and his eyes are of the lightest blue. “Hallo, bist du neu hier?” He asks, and you have no idea what he just said.