At the end of the Chancellor’s Day in Saxony – Olaf Scholz had already visited the Elbe aircraft factory, he assembled a clockwork in Glashütte and sat in a Dresden tram (“which, however, didn’t run”) – he should say whether he could think of anything typically Saxon. Maybe Eierschecke, a Saxon cake specialty, suggests the presenter. “Food is very typical,” answers the Chancellor, “and so is the language.” The latter applies no less to Scholz than to Saxony.