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A sunny morning in Munich. I am near the Marienplatz. A small woman with brown hair and brown eyes looks up at me.

“Excuse me, can you tell me what all the fuss is about?”

Sure, it must have been a strange experience for outstanding people. Right here in a pedestrian area, a huge crowd had gathered, with almost no visible cause for doing so. And young people in turquois and orange t-shirts were running around cheering “München, München, München, München”.

“Do you know Apple, I mean, the company Apple?” I pointed to the big, white apple with a byte on the right side that was mounted on the huge glass front of the store before us. The woman nodded. read more »