Not that it’s about to be said again: the traffic lights. The angry message that the traffic lights have to go is still hanging at town entrances across the country, weeks after the farmers’ protests began. And maybe a traffic light is really to blame for the fact that nothing is moving forward in the village. Probably because some pedestrian pushed the button and got a green light. And now the cars are stopped. But if the embassies at the entrance to the town were actually about any traffic issues, such as criticism of the planned bypass, then someone in the town hall or district office would quickly find an ordinance according to which these banners would absolutely have to be removed. The prominent place on the village thoroughfare is ultimately needed to announce the beer tent for the 150th anniversary of the volunteer fire department, the boys’ club’s playpen party or the next theater show.
But that the traffic lights still have to be removed at the town sign? Apparently this can hang around a little longer here and there, especially in towns where there may be pedestrians and perhaps even a traffic jam due to certain agricultural tractors. But usually no traffic lights or at most one that you can press.
Compared to all the anger being displayed, the rubber boots that are still dangling in some places are an almost poetic form of protest – at least as long as you don’t manage to imagine anyone with all the dangling whose feet are stuck in the boots. In any case, the boots usually hang around in pairs, and if one of them is still very tight, then it has long since filled with rainwater and provides a certain inertia against even the strongest wind.
Purely as far as the message is concerned and regardless of whether the traffic light actually has to be removed and to which government the next demands for resignation should be directed: There should also be people outside of larger cities who like one or two of the three traffic light parties. They probably don’t feel very welcome with the expression of opinions at the entrance to the town, which is tolerated to the point of being divided. But that’s what the wooden signs right next to it say: Greetings to Wudering.