After an angry morning and discovering coffee by the Netherlands government,a faint ,invigorating smell is felt by the outskirts of Lower Saxony as the population of Friesland bikes their way through the border.
Border patrol forces attempts of stopping the bikers makes them angrier for the bike is a representation of their life and memory and stopping it triggers nationalism or whatever esoteric emotions the bikers are carrying from living and paying taxes on imagination.
I request a 30 second silence for the bikers as they enter the Deutsche rail networks and especially the Deutsche Autobahn