The farang is the shit

Have you heard the standing term “Bumsbomber to Bangkok”? On the return flight, the thing is called “Stupidly fucked to Berlin” and mainly takes place in the queue in front of the LTU check-in at Bangkok airport. I stand in the middle and listen. The protagonists: two ugly Germans well past their prime. To avoid the danger of self-identification, let’s simply call them “One” and “Two”.

One: “As a farang, you can’t buy property in Thailand. You can set up a company, but only with tricks, and then you don’t own it.”
Two: “Hm.”

One: “If I don’t need something, I only offer what it’s worth to me. Either 100 baht or not at all. So far I’ve usually won.”
Two: “Always start with 40%, you’ll end up with 60.”
One: “The farang can’t buy flats in Thailand either, it’s become impossible in the last four years. They belong to companies and they let you live in them.”
Two cleans his glasses and shakes his head
One: “And leave your heart out of it! It’s all business! They’re just smiling for your money. I’ve never met a Thai woman who’s honest.”
Two: “No no, of course not.”
One: “You always marry their family too. Then you have to buy presents for the whole family. So the wife does that, you just pay.”
Two: “I see.”
One: “I haven’t met a Thai virgin yet. Most of them already have children. Of course you marry them too.”
Two: “Really?”
One: “Thailand is the most racist country in the world. The farang is the shit. First comes the family, then cats and dogs, then the farang. Turks in Germany have it much better.”

The sentence should stick: “The farang is the last piece of dirt”.
At last I can once again fully endorse a saying.