There’s dwarf bars all over Ankh-Morpork, and they’ve got mining tools
wired to the wall, and there’s dwarfs in ’em every night quaffing beer
and singing sad songs about how they wish they were back in the
mountains digging for gold. But if you said to them, fine, the gate’s
open, off you go and send us a postcard, they’d say “Oh, well, yeah,
I’d love to, but we’ve just got the new workshop finished … Maybe next
year we’ll go to Uberwald."
(Sam Vimes, p 224)
I can understand this, because I knew Poles like that in Scotland. Scotland sucked and Poland was the best country in the world, but when you asked them why they didn’t return there was always a ready excuse.
(originally posted on Tumblr)
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