Yesterday as i was walking down the street trying to find a place that sold headsets so i could finally use skype (how's that coming for you all, btw?), I literally almost ran into Winnetou. No, sillies, not the real Winnetou. A gigantic, hippie, FAKE Winnetou. Yes, dressed in fringed buckskin from ankles to wrists, with a pair of matching moccasins and a beaded headband, this fake Winnetou casually crossed the street in front of me.
Now, i know that all lot of times i see people wearing clothes here that make me shake my head and wonder if they looked in the mirror before they left the house (like the guy wearing an ankle length plaid skirt- not a kilt mind you, think actual skirt- on the train the other day.) But Wannabe Winnetou has so far taken the cake.
So why do i call him Winnetou? Because Winnetou is the fictional Native American character of German author, Karl May. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winnetou . May's Winnetou enthralled his readers and continues to do so today. The Winnetou character , while not really authentic, formed the knowledge base for everything known about Native North Americans and their culture for a really long time. Therefore, it's not really surprising that i should come across one or two people here dressed to kill...buffalo, in their Winnetou best. I just kind of wonder where he tied Iltschi up?
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