A recent event, the arrest of former Catalan President Carles Puigdemont, of whom I will speak in due time, in the state of Schleswig-Holstein, in the extreme north of Germany, next to the border with Denmark, has reminded me of that part of German land —land and sea, I should say— especially dear to me and that perhaps I know better than the rest of the country, for which I profess, as a whole and for many reasons, an invincible affection. I enjoyed many times its beautiful landscapes and the civility of its people. The idea that Germans do not make much noise when they meet is one of the misconceptions that different peoples have of each other. It so happens that in Spain we may all speak at once and Germans do it more orderly, almost always one at a time. At the end, the laughter, the approval or disapproval, the jokes and the songs may be even noisier or louder than in Spain.