In Poland it’s a very popular joke that’s basically an observation on the correlation of various social and political trends with the areas of Prussian/German and Russian partitions.
The area of former Prussian partition is more left wing, more technologically advanced and richer so during every elections you can see that they voted more liberally, in winter they use more modern cleaner ways of warming up their houses (smog is a huge problem in southern Poland) and the areas perfectly line up with the border between German and Russian partition of Poland
There’s even a whole subreddit /widaczabory dedicated to this joke.
A Greek man dies and arrives at the reception desk of Hell.
The clerk informs him that, since he is a citizen of an EU member state, he can choose one of the hells of the member countries.
He thinks for a bit and decides to go to Germany.
– “Organized country,” he says, “all these years in Greece, what did I ever get from organization and proper services? They just drained the life out of me. At least now I’ll get a taste of what Europe means, even if it’s in hell.”
So he arrives at the gate of the German hell. Black polished marble, iron gates, and high above, in large letters, it says “HELL” in German. He knocks. A perfectly dressed clerk opens and asks what he wants.
– “I’d like to see how it is inside,” the man replies.
– “Don’t even think about it, sir!” the clerk answers. “All day long they whip us with giant lashes, and at night they throw us into huge barrels full of tar! Horrible! Horrible! I’m telling you, don’t stay here.”
The Greek bolts out of there.
He tries the other hells, and it’s all the same story. So, disappointed, he finally turns to the last option: the Greek hell.
He arrives at the gate: it’s abandoned, filthy, and up above in big neon letters it says HELL (KOLASIS in Greek) . But the bulbs for the “K” and “L” have burned out, so the sign actually reads “OASIS.”
– “Typical Greek disorganization…” he mutters.
As he gets closer, he hears some strange noises… They sound like music. He goes nearer. The music is now clear: bouzouki, baglamas, and so on. He knocks… A drunk man with a bottle in his hand opens the door and asks what he wants.
– “I came to see how it is,” says the Greek and peeks inside.
Tables everywhere, smoke, some women dancing belly dances on the tables, drums… total chaos.
The man is amazed and says:
– “What the hell, man, what’s going on here?”
– “Ah, buddy, it’s terrible,” the drunk replies. “The situation is dramatic. They whip us all day with giant lashes, and at night they throw us into barrels full of tar.”
– “Are you kidding me??” says the dead man. “You’re drinking and partying here!”
– “Ehh, you know how it is here in Greece… No one remembers to order more tar and the whip has been lost nowhere to be found.
We have UPA – Ukrainian Paper Army (meaning that we have a lot of unnecessary bureaucracy), while real UPA was Ukrainska Povstanska Armiia (Ukrainian Insurgent Army) who fought against ussr.
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There was an Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman…
Teachers from Germany, USA and Slovakia talk about what they’ll do with their end-of-year bonuses.
German: I will buy a car and the rest will go towards a remodel of my apartment.
American: I will go on a nice vacation and will invest the rest.
Slovak: I will buy a sweater.
They all ask: And what about the rest?
Slovak: Oh, the rest will be provided by my parents.
“You can see the partitions/Widać zabory”
In Poland it’s a very popular joke that’s basically an observation on the correlation of various social and political trends with the areas of Prussian/German and Russian partitions.
The area of former Prussian partition is more left wing, more technologically advanced and richer so during every elections you can see that they voted more liberally, in winter they use more modern cleaner ways of warming up their houses (smog is a huge problem in southern Poland) and the areas perfectly line up with the border between German and Russian partition of Poland
There’s even a whole subreddit /widaczabory dedicated to this joke.
A Greek man dies and arrives at the reception desk of Hell.
The clerk informs him that, since he is a citizen of an EU member state, he can choose one of the hells of the member countries.
He thinks for a bit and decides to go to Germany.
– “Organized country,” he says, “all these years in Greece, what did I ever get from organization and proper services? They just drained the life out of me. At least now I’ll get a taste of what Europe means, even if it’s in hell.”
So he arrives at the gate of the German hell. Black polished marble, iron gates, and high above, in large letters, it says “HELL” in German. He knocks. A perfectly dressed clerk opens and asks what he wants.
– “I’d like to see how it is inside,” the man replies.
– “Don’t even think about it, sir!” the clerk answers. “All day long they whip us with giant lashes, and at night they throw us into huge barrels full of tar! Horrible! Horrible! I’m telling you, don’t stay here.”
The Greek bolts out of there.
He tries the other hells, and it’s all the same story. So, disappointed, he finally turns to the last option: the Greek hell.
He arrives at the gate: it’s abandoned, filthy, and up above in big neon letters it says HELL (KOLASIS in Greek) . But the bulbs for the “K” and “L” have burned out, so the sign actually reads “OASIS.”
– “Typical Greek disorganization…” he mutters.
As he gets closer, he hears some strange noises… They sound like music. He goes nearer. The music is now clear: bouzouki, baglamas, and so on. He knocks… A drunk man with a bottle in his hand opens the door and asks what he wants.
– “I came to see how it is,” says the Greek and peeks inside.
Tables everywhere, smoke, some women dancing belly dances on the tables, drums… total chaos.
The man is amazed and says:
– “What the hell, man, what’s going on here?”
– “Ah, buddy, it’s terrible,” the drunk replies. “The situation is dramatic. They whip us all day with giant lashes, and at night they throw us into barrels full of tar.”
– “Are you kidding me??” says the dead man. “You’re drinking and partying here!”
– “Ehh, you know how it is here in Greece… No one remembers to order more tar and the whip has been lost nowhere to be found.
in Spain we still can let go that France invided us by saying “we just want to go to Portugal!” …
“You can’t park there mate” to someone who has crashed their car
We have UPA – Ukrainian Paper Army (meaning that we have a lot of unnecessary bureaucracy), while real UPA was Ukrainska Povstanska Armiia (Ukrainian Insurgent Army) who fought against ussr.