Cross when the lights are green. We all learned this rule as children. Part of the green cross code.
But we learned many rules as children that we break as adults, because at a certain age, when the rule is obsolete, common sense usually prevails over the rules.
I wouldn’t wait for the green light at 3am when there is no traffic coming ever. But a German would.
It’s a strange sight watching as all these Germans wait patiently at the side of the road to cross, when there isn’t a car in sight. But the light is red. So they cannot cross.
Something bigger is at play. The rules. The need to obey. Doing the right thing.
When I first moved here, there were many things to get used to. But the one thing I couldn’t cope with was this pointless waiting at the lights. It would wind me up standing still, faces blank and waiting to be told that it is ok to cross.
There is no car in sight. I think it will be ok.
No. We must wait.
I think it might be ok.
No, we must wait.
Apparently they used to be fined for crossing the road when the lights were red, and this is why the obedience is so in-built. But that doesn’t explain why they give you such bad looks when you dare to cross on the red man.
I’m guess I’m just far too impatient for Germany.