I land in Munich after a canceled flight out of New York and am pretty exhausted when the flight attendant says over the P.A. system, “Passenger Reitman, please see us before you deplane.” Yikes, not what you want to hear when you’re a Jew arriving in Germany. Turns out, the Munich Film Festival convinced the airport I was some sort of celebrity and they had a waiting BMW 7 series to pick me up.
I literally stepped off the plane, walked down the stairs of the jet bridge and got into a car. I went to a VIP lounge where a customs officer came over to me to stamp my passport. Then we drive right off the tarmac onto the highway. I made the mistake of remarking how new the city looked. To which I was told, 80% of the place was destroyed during the war. I got to the hotel and the place was mobbed. The Rolling Stones were staying in the same place.
The screening at the film festival started, when I suddenly remember there’s a Nazi joke in the first five minutes of TYFS. We show a German guy gassing mice as Nick says in Voice Over “We found him in Germany. I won’t go into the details." I squirmed as the scene came up – But the audience howled. They love the movie. We even win the audience award.
Before I leave, I eat what is supposed to be the best Wiener Schnitzel in Munich. I am disappointed to find out that Wiener Schnitzel isn’t German, but rather Austrian. How else have I been defrauded?
The Lufthansa flight back is incredible. They have wireless internet on board I end up instant messengering with my wife the whole way back. It’s an exciting time to be alive.