“Stadtliche luft macht man frei” is an old German saying. City air makes you free. Life in a small town can be stifling. That close-knit family wants you to be just like them. God forbid you want to do or see anything new. The moving-to-a-big-city trope is as old as cinema, and has strong roots in reality.
In the middle-ages in at least in what is now Estonia, if you ecaped to the city and lived there for a year and a day you would be set free from your serfdom. “Linna õhk teeb vabaks” same frase was used for that.
“Stadtliche luft macht man frei” is an old German saying. City air makes you free. Life in a small town can be stifling. That close-knit family wants you to be just like them. God forbid you want to do or see anything new. The moving-to-a-big-city trope is as old as cinema, and has strong roots in reality.
In the middle-ages in at least in what is now Estonia, if you ecaped to the city and lived there for a year and a day you would be set free from your serfdom. “Linna õhk teeb vabaks” same frase was used for that.
“Stadtluft macht frei” but yes, everything else is spot on.
I agree with the sentiment, but Germans have a horrible track record on what makes you free.
Came here to try to make this joke. You did better than I could have, I was trying to create a Germanic folk hero named Arvid McFry
The prefix “Mc” or “Mac” is Celtic anyway, not Germanic, so you failed in that sense too.
And Arvid is Scandinavian. That’s why I didn’t do it.