In my callow youth I learnt all of my German from these graphic epics known as War Comics. It stood me in good stead when I later hitch-hiked through Germany.
A car would roll up and I'd cheerily announce myself as a Gott Damn New Zealander Sweinhund. I knew I was on the right track at the startled reaction frpm the driver. The Continentals just love it when you speak their lingo.
Then I'd suggest they open the door with "Schnell Schnell", which kept their attention. Speaking of which, introducting a few "Actungs" helped too. Still, the results were mixed and maybe it was an accent problem.
I quickly found that "Hande Hoch" wasn't helpful because usually the car disappeared with a screech and haze of blue smoke. Then a kind policeman would show up and give me a ride to the nearest border which was bloody decent of him.
Great people the Jerries.
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