• smart fortwo cabrio in Hong Kong.

    He says, she says – with the smart fortwo cabrio through Hong Kong.

    Our drivers: Inga Beckmann and Jonathan Maloney. Relationship status: in love. With each other, with the city – and now with the record holder for the tightest turning radius.

    Fuel consumption combined: 4.3 l/100 km;
    combined CO₂ emissions: 99 g/km.2 | Text: Jörg Heuer | Fotos: What the fox studios

Driving in Hong Kong.

Driving in Hong Kong is a unique experience. There’s simply nothing else like it. Just one in twenty citizens owns a car in this mega-city on the Pearl River Delta. Indeed few adults in the city of seven million even hold a driving license. Space is at a premium here and parking – especially in downtown Hong Kong – can be a nerve-wracking experience. The population density peaks on the Kowloon Peninsula at 130,000 people per square kilometre – a figure that is not matched anywhere else in the world. With so many people, parking spaces are few and far between – and astronomically expensive. Private parking facilities can easily cost one thousand euros per month. That’s just to park your car. It’s no surprise then that nine out of ten residents are regular users of the city’s mass transit services. A smart should cut a fine figure in a big city like this. German Inga Beckmann and Hong Kong local Jonathan Maloney are checking it out.

Jon Maloney and Inga Beckmann laughing.
smart fortwo cabrio in front of a red wall.

Big city, small car. A great combination.

Big city, small car. A great combination. Or what do you think? Inga – who moved to Hong Kong from Germany six years ago – grins. Jonathan – a native of Hong Kong – nods enthusiastically. They clearly like what they’re seeing. The cause of their delight is descending in a lift from the third storey of a high-rise car park opposite their studio in the hip neighbourhood of Sheung Wan on Hong Kong Island.

Inga actually begins to jump for joy as she snatches up the key to the smart. Inga loves to drive. She doesn’t own a car, but she never misses an opportunity to book a rental whenever her work takes her away from Hong Kong. To this day, she hasn’t driven a single mile in her adopted home.

Hey there, cutie!

Inga: Hey there, cutie! You’re a sweet little thing. Getting to know you is going to be a delight.

Jonathan: I think this might be love at first sight. And it’s dressed up in the colours of Hong Kong’s flag! Oh, by the way, you can call me “Jon”. A short name to match a small car.

Jon strolls around the smart fortwo, counting his steps as he goes – though there aren’t many to count.

smart fortwo cabrio in the streets of Hong Kong.

The doors are so big!

He gently runs his hand across its black hood. Inga glances up at the sky before consulting the weather app on her smartphone. The forecast is for 18 degrees Celsius. A cool wind and cloudy to overcast. Nothing to worry about, she assures us. Today the couple, who often works together and recently shot a feature on legendary music producer Quincy Jones, will be in front of the camera for a change. She’ll photograph him, he’ll photograph her – and their two assistants will photograph them together. With and without the car.

Jon: Look! The doors are so big! I’m amazed! I like cars that are out of the ordinary. And this is so different to all the high-performance sports cars, luxury saloons and SUVs that you see in Hong Kong’s financial and business districts. This smart is perhaps half or a third of the size of an average car here in Hong Kong.

Inga: And best of all, dear Jon: it’s a cabrio. I am genuinely excited. Just driving around with the wind in your face. Gosh, I’ve missed that. Let’s go!

Inga Beckmann and Jon Maloney on a bench laughing.

Many Hongkongers don’t have a driving license.

Inga yanks open the door – only to stop abruptly as she is about to leap in. Jon bursts out laughing. Left-hand traffic is still the rule in this former British colony. Just like in England. Inga is standing at the passenger door.

Jon: I’d love to drive – and you know I could – but I’m not allowed to. At least not on public roads. Like a lot of people in Hong Kong, I don’t have a driving license. You’d better drive for now. But we have got to find somewhere later where I can get behind the driving wheel.

Inga: Then you’d better be nice to me today. Or there’ll be only one person driving this baby and that’s me!

The design is sleek and clear.

After adjusting the mirrors and seats, they settle in and take a moment to appraise the fittings in the cockpit. The design is sleek and clear. Nothing to distract from the driving experience. An automatic transmission. No questions. Inga starts the 71 PS engine and merges into the flowing traffic. It’s a Saturday. A super Saturday for Inga and Jon. We hope.

Jon: Wow! There’s so much space in here! I’m no giant, but the legroom is amazing!

Inga: You don’t realise you’re in a compact vehicle until you look over your shoulder.

Futuristic interior office design is all the rage in Hong Kong.
Colourful decorations in a street in Hong Kong.

It’s the Usain Bolt of the convertible world!

Stopping at a red light, she takes out a stopwatch. On her signal, Jon clicks on a button to open the hood. As if by magic, a ray of sunlight chooses this moment to break through the clouds. Perfect timing.

Inga: Stop! Twelve seconds! Not bad.

Jon: It’s the Usain Bolt of the convertible world!

You opened the hood at the lights. But there’s no need to stop – it works just as well at speed. Be sure to give it a whirl on the motorway later. But – oh no – here comes the rain again. Hong Kong’s weather is notoriously fickle. So down comes the hood again. This time at 50 km/h and without a hitch.

The sense of freedom I get from driving this car is something else.

The journey continues through downtown Hong Kong and then southward, with their assistants following in an A-Class. Crossing a reservoir, Inga heads into the wild beyond. Mountains, palm trees, sea views. There is more to Hong Kong than skyscrapers, merchant banking, and bustling markets. The territory comprises no less than 263 islands, complete with nature reserves, lush forests and stunning beaches. Just under a third of Hong Kong’s total surface area of 1,100 square kilometres has actually been developed. Their first destination: Tai Tam Tuk, a small fishing village in Tai Tam Bay that is popular with water sports enthusiasts. Inga comes here almost every weekend to indulge her passion for wakeboarding.

If traffic is flowing smoothly, the trip to the bay from their apartment in Hong Kong City takes around twenty minutes on the weekend. As she doesn’t own a car, Inga usually takes a taxi. But that could soon change.

Inga: I’ve got to say, the sense of freedom I get from driving this car is something else.

Jon: A car like this really makes sense in a city like Hong Kong. And it would for you in any case. Admit it: you’re already falling in love with it!

Inga: Are you jealous?

Jon: No. I just like to see you smile like this.

Jim, 55, a handsome but weathered looking man who operates a surf school in the bay, greets the couple with a warm handshake. “That’s one cool car you’ve got there. I like it. It’s small, compact. And there’s something sporty about it, too.”

Jon: Could I test drive it here? Maybe do a few circuits of your lot?

Hotel room in Hong Kong.

Sometimes less is more.

Jim shrugs and nods with a smile. Inga tosses the key to her boyfriend. He starts the engine and takes the smart for a quick spin to see whether it truly deserves its unofficial world record for the tightest turning radius. It does. Jon puffs up his chest as he pulls alongside Inga and, jutting his chin upward, flashes her a grin and a thumbs up. Hey Jon, the smart holds the world record, not you. And the best thing about this car? You don’t need to be an expert driver to get the best out of it.

Inga: So how about it? Are you finally going to get your driver’s license?

Jon: I am seriously considering it. Like I said, this smart is one cool car. And it speaks to one of my core beliefs: sometimes less is more.

With the hood down, there’s oodles of space for the couple’s camera equipment and even enough for Inga’s wakeboard!

Drifting along without a care.

Jon parks the cabrio close to the water and takes a seat alongside Inga on the open tailgate. Their assistants manage the shoot before the team hits the highway and heads back to Sheung Wan on Hong Kong Island. Jon and Inga raise and lower the hood several times along the way. It looks like someone is having fun. The couple cruises through their neighbourhood.

Then they park the smart in the public underground car park and head to Tim’s Kitchen for lunch. The dishes are Chinese. Steamed vegetables, shrimps and pork. All smiles, they continue their road trip through Hong Kong. Drifting along without a care in the world. Inga lets out a laugh as she spots several pedestrians turning to gaze in delight at the compact cabriolet, some even whipping out their smartphones to take a snapshot of this rare sight in Hong Kong.

Chinese Dim Sum on a plate.
smart fortwo cabrio driving along a street in Hong Kong.

The engine takes on a more sonorous note.

Inga: Let’s head over to the red monastery wall. From there it’s just a couple of blocks to Teakha Teahouse.

Jon: Sure. Those are both great locations for photo shoots.

They really are. And the tea – about ten euros per person – is worth every penny. But Jon and Inga have saved the best part of their road trip for last. A gorgeous serpentine road snakes its way up to the summit of Hong Kong’s Victoria Peak (552 metres) – possibly one of the most beautiful drives on Earth. Inga switches the cabrio to manual drive. The engine takes on a more sonorous note. Rising to the challenge, the music grows louder.


Meanwhile, Jon leans back and takes in the view: below them lie the waters of Victoria Harbour, its shores lined with the skyscrapers that dominate the skylines of Hong Kong Central and the Kowloon Peninsula, their towering forms swathed in a steamy haze.

Jon: Wow.

Inga: It’s so beautiful.

And? How was your road trip through Hong Kong?

Jon and Inga (unanimously): smart!

smart fortwo cabrio in front of a graffitied wall.
  • The diplomat's Mercedes-Benz over the East African Rift, like Denys Finch Hatton and Karen Blixen in "Out of Africa". On land, admittedly, but no less beautiful.

    Guest article: Diplomatic status in Africa.

    The Deputy German Ambassador for Somalia drives his 35-year-old 200 (W 123) through Kenya.

    Text and Photos: Jens Tanz

The call of the wilderness.

“I took a drive in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills. The views were immense and wide.” If you don’t listen too closely, the first words of Karen Blixen’s best-seller can be adapted to this old car. In exactly the spot where her tragic love story with Denys Finch Hatton really took place. The day is going to be hot again. You can feel that already and it’s not even 8.00 am. Brenda, the maid, is baking sweet-smelling pancakes in the kitchen for the children, while the gardener is raking together the dry leaves. During their period of service abroad, German diplomats live in an official residence which includes their own staff, that’s just the way it is. Christian Resch is such a diplomat. He is the Deputy German Ambassador for Somalia. But since there is no embassy in Somalia, the smart man takes care of business from neighbouring Kenya.

Sometimes, he does need the three-piece suit. Christian Resch has to commute between Kenya and Somalia to complete his daily business. But, tonight, we're travelling privately and the dress is casual.
Everything works somehow. But a drop of coolant is missing. The W 123 was always kept running but not often given a lot of care and attention. But it bears that well.

Hakuna Matata.

Through the back door to the carport, past a brand-new gleaming white Nissan Patrol. It’s what his wife will use in a minute to take the kids to the day-care centre. Behind it, there is another car which used to be gleaming white, maybe, but now it’s just, shall we say, white. The 200 built in 1981 has taken some knocks over the decades. The countless previous owners always kept it running – but didn’t take care of it. The old boy from the glory days of the upper middle-range saloon class needs some coolant. Our destination for today: Lake Naivasha, a trip of 100 kilometres. The leisure and safari gear is next to the food box in the enormous boot which is a little porous underneath. But it’s holding up. “Hakuna Matata” is what the fun-loving Kenyans say, meaning something like “No worries” which, strictly speaking, indicates that there is a situation in which you could worry. But not today.

The living room of the 1970s.

With a clack, Resch opens the massive door with the conical-pin door lock and sits down in the world of blue plush and clear lacquered natural wood. It’s still possible to feel the dream of every wealthy middle-class driver in the late 1970s; an old Mercedes-Benz keeps its stoic superiority for a lifetime. What’s that? Where is the steering wheel? Ah. Kenya is a former British colony, so they drive and sit on the right as they do in the kingdom. The man from Berlin had the blue dashboard carpeting made in Nairobi but not to protect the dashboard from the sun rays. Rather to cover up what the rays of sun have done to the dashboard in the last 35 years. He pumps the accelerator a few times, turns the key – and the powerful M 102 engine awakens harshly. A familiar, mechanical sound. A hearty pull to release the parking brake. Press down the clutch, shift into gear and off we go.

The interior is a blue sensation, a right-hand drive and includes hand-made dashboard carpeting. The car radiates stoic reliability and comfort.
Mercedes-Benz Diplomatenstatus in Afrika.

Robust, good value and something special.

The Stromberg carburettor has just been adjusted by the resident mechanic and now it uses a mere 17 litres per 100 km. In the city. Which is not surprising because here, every 100 metres, high bumps have been set in the tarmac in order to keep down the speed of the commuters. Hakuna Matata. If you drive over these bumps at more than 20 km/h, you will lose both axles. Nairobi’s drivers approach at full speed, brake abruptly and then speed up again until the next bump. Premium-grade petrol is quite cheap in Africa. The African private vehicle of the diplomat was supposed to be robust, cheap, inexpensive and well used. The Mercedes-Benz meets all three criteria perfectly. Resch bought it three years ago from an Indian and what happened to it before that is apparent only in the paintwork. The tachometer broke at around 114,000. During a construction period of ten years, the W 123 model was manufactured over 2.7 million times as a saloon car, a coupé and an estate and in the first year of production after 1975, at the same time as the “Stroke 8”.

  • Animals passing with a long neck. If it's not the monkeys cheekily stealing your hat through the open window, then the least you will have to do is dodge warthogs and other animals.

Free passage with the CD.

We continue on our journey to Naivasha. Past villas and slums, colourfully dressed people waiting for a bus, Massai with long walking sticks, and toothless corncob sellers. Protected by the letters CD (for “Corps Diplomatique”), travelling in Kenya is pleasant. If you are travelling without this immunity, the police, lurking everywhere, may well stop you, find something wrong with the car and then open their hand. That can be expensive.

But even without corrupt cops, the overland journey is still pretty risky in between ancient trucks, handcarts and moped drivers who seem to have a death wish. We occasionally dodge the odd giraffe majestically gliding along the bumpy road. The Daimler purrs while exuding such reliability that Resch has to nod his head in recognition. Without my persuasion, he would never have set off on the long journey to Naivasha. But why not?

Out of Africa.

We glide down into the valley of the East African Rift just like Denys and Karen did in Finch Hatton’s plane in the last third of the film. Thanks to the large windows in the Mercedes-Benz, the views are immensely wide. As far as the Ngong mountains. The soundtrack of “Out of Africa” reaches our ears from the iPod. We reach the lodge without breaking down once, of course. I sit on a stone on the bank of the lake and listen to the clicking noise of the old car’s engine cooling off. Life is somewhat simpler here close to the Equator. Behind us, the hippopotamuses snort, over us, the sea eagles circle. An example of German engineering in the midst of nature on the other side of the world. Maybe time passed over this old car unseen. Maybe a W 123 is the first positive step on the way to slowing down in an ever-faster paced Western world? No worries. “I took a drive in Africa.”

Driving through the Savannah, we leave a dust cloud behind. Everything here looks like something out of the films we've seen. The W 123 keeps going and brings us safely to Lake Naivasha.

#ChasingStars: With the GLC Coupé from Graz to Bucharest.

Mercedes-Benz and the Transylvanian Alps: 1,700 km across the Transalpina and Transfagarasan. Here, the GLC 250 4MATIC Coupé is the ideal companion for a group of adventurers on their road trip through spectacular landscapes from Graz in Austria via Hungary through to Bucharest, the capital of Romania.

GLC 250 d 4MATIC Coupé:
Fuel consumption combined: 5.4–5.0 l/100 km;
combined CO2 emissions: 143–131 g/km.*
GLC 250 4MATIC Coupé:
Fuel consumption combined: 7.3–6.9 l/100 km;
combined CO2 emissions: 170–159 g/km.*

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    Guest article: 1,000 miles in a supertanker.

    You have to be quite crazy to drift through Italy on the trail of the legendary Mille Miglia in a 400 SEL W 140.

    Text and photos: Jens Tanz

Hamburg – Brescia – Rome in a 400 SEL.

They were tough, those daring young drivers on that famous rally, driving 1,000 miles right through Italy. Their cars were fast and expensive, and the cross-country route from Brescia via Ferarra to Rome and back again was brutal and complex. A lot of things have changed in this event since 1927. Today, the cars participating are still fast and expensive, but above all they are old. The route is still brutal and complex ... or isn’t it? Our vehicle is a 1991 400 SEL (W 140). The increased comfort is to be compensated by doubling the length of the route. 3,700 kilometres, or 2,312 miles, in four days.

Normally it is expensive classic cars that thunder along the rally route between the venerable old town walls. This time it's the former company vehicle of Liz Mohn, the heiress to the Bertelsmann empire.
Heaps of traffic, but somehow everything runs smoothly. That's because of the sunshine down here, whilst we mark the course of the route in the road book.

A feeling of eternity.

Brescia! I only know it from the books about the Mille Miglia, and all of a sudden we’re there. A road book from 2008 takes us to the starting point of the historic rally. It is bucketing with rain. Eternally grateful not to be stuck in a 1950s roadster, we drive in silence with great respect for the true rally pilots. Rome! It’s lovely here, friendly, cheerful, teeming with people, and, well ... Italian! The eternal city hums day and night. A mild spring wind murmurs quietly between the green trees, and a few night birds boldly whistle their little night song. The next stage begins early, in front of the honourable mausoleum of the emperor Hadrian, who ruled in Rome only one human life later than a certain Lord Jesus Christ. The “Castel Sant Angelo” is a building equal to our Mercedes-Benz. Somehow, this car exudes a massiveness that gives its owner a vague feeling of eternity.

Crazy Italian traffic.

With the road book on our laps, we try to weave our way through the traffic of central Rome without touching anything. Mopeds and motorbikes whisk past dented cars, like wasps travelling at lightning speed. The W 140 seems to have an effect on the Italians like a jumbo jet that has made an emergency landing: occasionally they let us through with fearful looks! Mission accomplished. The tower of strength leaves the eternal city behind. In the hinterland between Rome and Siena the roads are a little wider, the houses a little lower and the traffic is, in comparison, non-existent. In little towns such as Ronciglione or Montefiascone the Daimler occasionally needs a little siesta so it can sweat off the engine oil that has spattered on the manifold. That needs mending soon. Also, it’s so lovely here that two grown men start romanticising unashamedly.

We have barely escaped the inner-city chaos when the V8 starts dropping little puddles of oil on to the manifold. It's a familiar problem, but we're going to have to live with it for three days.
  • Turning round in the middle of Siena between tourists in narrow streets. The town is free of cars. This is what it must feel like parking a container ship in Hamburg port.

Into the bends with two tons.

Mille Miglia! We tread in your historic footsteps with awe and childlike wonder at the beauty of Tuscany. Each stage seems to be tailor-made for the classic cars that are soon to roar through here. As if we were in a light sports car, my driver brakes before the bends, only to put his foot down hard on the accelerator again to press the V8, straining its rear tyres. Which react with smoke and squealing. Cool.

Is this the conquest of modern electronics over the inertia of mass? The thing is simply fantastic to drive. After a while, we have got used to the way the rear axle drifts away on tight bends between olive trees. We reach the plain ahead of Siena, laughing. This town is pretty but the drawback is that you are not allowed to drive cars through it. Which means we have to turn the great ship round, laboriously and grumbling, in between the crowds of tourists.

Dolce vita on the banks of the Arno. Wine and pizza. Florence glows amber in the night sky, and tonight we are going to sleep in the car on blue velvet once again.

Hotel Sindelfingen.

Florence. What looks romantic from a distance turns out, on closer view, to be a cramped renaissance town with narrow alleys that were built when nobody dreamed what a 400 SEL would be. Italy is too small for this car. The Arno and its banks are our destination. Here we discover a few parking spaces big enough for small coaches. At last, the supertanker comes to a halt, ticking quietly while the engine cools down. We have driven far enough for today! We don’t feel like looking for a hotel room. Now a little cheers to the rally, the lovely day and the warm evening! Hotel Sindelfingen! Good night, John-Boy. The space is lavish as usual and the old river gurgles comfortingly. It feels a little strange sleeping in a car in this buzzing city amongst all these strange people. But the local wine and good food are a fine nightcap.

Returning across Europe.

6.30 a.m. The morning is cool and the town is asleep. Last destination: Maranello, a sparkling town around a car factory that manufactures small, fast and extremely expensive sports cars. Ciao, Firenze. And then ciao Italia, and off we head north again. In between old walls and spectacular countryside, on awe-inspiring roads in a huge car, we’ve had a taste of the distance of 1,000 miles across the country! That really is a lot of work for four days, even in a huge Mercedes-Benz. Respect for the drivers of the Mille Miglia, and after all our drifting around, respect for the cars, too – cars that are many years older than ours! Hamburg, 11 p.m. Without any traffic jams, tired and full of the impressions we’ve had. At the end of May, the “real” Mille Miglia will be starting in Brescia. Will you be following it? Maybe you’ll recognise a few of the locations.

Stretching and yawning after a short night on car seats. Now we have 1,800 kilometres ahead of us on our return journey to Hamburg. What a good thing it's such a comfortable S-Class.

Guest article: All statements in this article are personal opinions and impressions of the author and sometimes not of the Daimler AG.

  • Mercedes-AMG G 63, red, parked.

    Guest feature: AMG and Puch – as different as the four seasons.

    Along the Elbe with an early Puch G and a Mercedes-AMG G 63.

    Fuel consumption combined: 13.8 l/100 km;
    combined CO₂ emissions: 322 g/km.2

Traditional meets contemporary.

Opposites attract. Contrasts sharpen the senses. In November, the Nikkei Nine restaurant opened its doors in the Vier Jahreszeiten (lit.: Four Seasons), Hamburg’s 5-star Fairmont hotel. Located on the banks of the Alster, the hotel bathes in light, bringing a fresh, exotic and international flair to the city. We pay the metropolis on the Elbe a long overdue visit – and not just in any old cars.

We can do contrasts, too. Together with photographers Stefan Bischoff and Andre Josselin, model Hanna Fischer joined up two other models: a 37-year old Steyr-Daimler-Puch 230 G and a brand-new Mercedes-AMG G 63 for a ride across the bridges over the Elbe, drawing contours with the two red off-road vehicles that couldn’t be any more defined. Old and new, strikingly complementary – just like the new restaurant in the old hotel.

  • Mercedes-AMG G 63 and Puch: two red cars parked in front of each other.

No chips today.

Sankt Pauli. The cold December wind blows from the Reeperbahn across the Heiligengeistfeld giving the closed snack bar a lonely and grey appearance. In the evening, a cuisine awaits us derived from the dishes made by Japanese immigrants in South America. So we don’t want to spoil our appetites with chips anyway.

Daimler Steyr Puch: Model Hanna Fischer sitting on car.
Mercedes-AMG G 63 and Puch in the rain.

A clear bid for individuality.

Every single corner in Hamburg, every tributary of the Elbe and every building radiates that old, Hanseatic flair. In recent years, city planners have proved themselves experts in enhancing the raw charm of the port with bright accents. Between the HafenCity and the Dancing Towers on the Reeperbahn, the city has always remained true to itself, but has still managed to go with the times. The same can be said of the two G-Class models with which we are here. The early 230 G from 1980, then sold as the “Puch G” in Austria, Switzerland and the other bordering COMECO countries, appears almost innocent. The G 63 from 2016 has the same form and a similar colour, but is a completely new interpretation of the off-roader. Traditional and contemporary. Class.


When the robust, angular off-road vehicle was first presented in 1979, off-roading became socially acceptable. All-wheel drive was no longer just something for the local communes and forest wardens, but also of interest to well-off private customers. The G-Class was different; it was an individual vehicle for modern individualists. 38 years later it is still being produced in Graz with a high degree of manual work involved, but has been technically further developed and leaves nothing to be desired with regard to comfort. Today, a G-Class symbolises an active lifestyle. Most owners no longer hound their Mercedes-Benz across off-road terrain, but they could if they wanted to. With no restrictions.

Mercedes-AMG G 63 seen from the entrance of the Four Seasons.
Bar in the Nikkei Nine.

Welcome to the Nikkei Nine.

The furnishings of the Nikkei Nine also impressively reflect how tradition flows into modernity in the culinary field. Here, you won’t find the somewhat dark, gold-decorated gaudiness that we associate with many Asian restaurants. Everything is brightly lit, the seating for around 100 guests is well spread out and a tempting scent hangs in the air.

A breath of fresh air within dignified walls.

How many different and surprising tastes can we experience in one evening? In a small adjoining room, Osaka-born Yuki Hamasaki makes the finest sushi variations which he expertly seasons with home-made wasabi.

Fish imported from Japan and locally-produced, hand-picked ingredients pamper the palate. The journey through the far-eastern delicacies is accompanied by fine wines or lass of sake. But only for those of us who have no more driving to do today.

  • Design kitchen in the Nikkei Nine.

Pearls of the night.

Hanna doesn’t want to return yet. She wants to muse over the impressions of the afternoon and evening and drives the Puch G down to the Elbe, to a lonely spot opposite the port facilities. A quiet rumbling and squeaking drifts across from the cranes; the heavy industry on the other side never rests. However, the big city is slowly falling asleep. An evening full of contrasts lies behind us. Culinary variations in a modern restaurant, surrounded by the traditional walls of the Vier Jahreszeiten hotel. Added to that, two red-painted works of automotive art, with 36 years of development separating them. What an experience. Hanna closes her eyes, looking forward to whatever comes next.

Puch 230 G: Model Hanna Fischer is leaning against the car.
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