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Joschka in a Pickle

DW staff (tt)August 16, 2005

During his visit to the Spreewald region south-east of Berlin, the Green party leader Joschka Fischer got to taste a local specialty and learn an important lesson in life -- that nothing is free.

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The pickle will probably not become the Green party's lucky charmImage: dpa

Situated 100 km south-east of Berlin, Spreewald is a sleepy, bucolic forest landscape around the river Spree. With a population of about 50,000, including the descendants of the Sorbian tribes, who have to this day preserved their Slavic mother tongue, the region is known for its unique labyrinth of channels and waterways, well-preserved nature, cultural diversity and -- above all -- its pickles.

Immortalized by the German box-office hit, "Good-bye Lenin!", in which they played the prominent role of DDR staple food, Spreewald pickles finally seem to be acquiring an international reputation that will make the inhabitants of the region extremely proud.

Green delights

Weißkohlernte im Spreewald
There's more to Spreewald than pickles!Image: dpa

The good thing is that those zesty little snacks, prepared often with enough garlic to keep the hungriest vampire away, are practically guilt-free: they contain less than fifteen calories each.

This is probably what went through Joshka Fischer's head during his recent visit to Spreewald, when he was offered a pickle by a local producer. The German minister of foreign affairs and Green party leader, known for his rollercoaster diets, is currently shedding pounds as part of his election image make-over.

It was really a golden opportunity for Joschka: to gobble down a vegetarian snack and show that he cares about local delicacies without messing up his plans to get six-pack abs.

Business is business

Joschka Fischer waehrend eines Wahlkampftermins in Berlin
You get what you pay for!Image: AP

After a couple of bites, Fischer politely thanked the man who had offered him the pickle, and got ready to move along.

"What about paying?" asked the man.

"How much?" Fischer shot back.

"Thirty cents," replied the man.

With journalists swarming around him, Fischer was hardly in a good bargaining position, and coughed up the money.

The moral of the story? Pickles may be guilt-free, but they have their price. Plus, being a revolutionary in your salad days doesn't entitle you to free salad for the rest of your life. And, finally: never underestimate the power of the market economy.

"That was the most expensive pickle of my life," Fischer said.