I was in Munich in 1989 for a trade show (Productronica) in a hotel right across from the railroad station. Second morning I head under then up to the station and everybody is jumping up and down, hugging screaming, etc. Unlike the Duchebag, I do not speak German (nor Austrian) except to order beer and some food. I go by a newspaper stand and there it is because the wall has come down, in pictures. Now I understand what is going on.
My guess is the Germans give zero shits about what the DUche is saying.