Cars are annoying, especially in constantly congested cities. Things are different with the Microlino that I drive through Cologne. People watch him ecstatically, staring as if I were Prince Carnival. I stop at the traffic lights near the Rhine next to a group of Chinese people. A man shouts “Oah!” and points at me. Clapping, waving, snapping orgy. The 2.52 meter short car with the silhouette of a molehill seems to beguile tourists more than the sacred cathedral.

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