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Musee des Blindés Part 17

1 & 2) Cruiser Mark III AA. Crusader tank modified to serve an anti-aircraft function. None saw much action against aircraft but a few - especially with the Polish Armoured Division - were used against ground targets. This is a Mark II AA tank consisting of a Crusader Mark III with the turret removed and replaced by a new enclosed turret with twin 20mm Oerlikon AA cannon. It is believed to be the only one still in existence.

Cruiser Mark III AA. Tanque Crusader modificado para servir una función anti-aérea. Ninguno vio mucha acción contra aeronaves, pero algunos - especialmente con la División Acorazada Polaca - fueron usados contra objetivos en tierra. Este es un tanque AA Mark II, que consiste en un tanque Crusader Mark III con la torreta removida y reemplazada con una nueva torreta cerrada con cañones gemelos AA Oerlikon de 20mm. Se cree que es el único aún en existencia. 

3) Pvkv m/43. Swedish tank destroyer of WWII era, based off the success of German casemate type TDs. The design was to be based on the Strv m/42 medium tank, but would feature an open-topped superstructure instead of a turret. It housed a high power 75mm gun. Perhaps the vehicle’s most impressive feature was the gun traverse, which reached 15 dg to each side, as well as the depression of 15dg and elevation of 25dg. This example is not on display and is in reserve storage.

Pvkv m/43 . Destructor de tanques sueco de la SGM, basado en los éxitos de los DT tipo casamata alemanes. El diseño estaba basado en el tanque mediano Strv m/42, pero que mostraría una superestructura sin techo en vez de una torreta. Albergaba un cañón de 75mm de alto poder. Quizás la característica mas impresionante del vehículo era el trasverso del cañón, que alcanzaba los 15 grados a cada lado, junto con una depresión de 15 grados y una elevación de 25 grados. Este ejemplar no está en exhibición y se encuentra en almacenaje reservado. 

4 & 5) Pbv 301. Swedish APC of the postwar era. A typical “battle taxi”, armed with a 20 mm gun from the scrapped J21 fighters and with room for transporting 8 fully armed soldiers. An interim solution introduced in 1961 and removed from service in the late 1960s and early 1970s when the replacement Pbv 302 came into use.

Pbv 301. Transporte blindado de personal (TBP) sueco de la era de la posguerra. Un típico “taxi de batalla”, armado con un cañón de 20mm proveniente de los cazas cancelados J21 y con capacidad de transportar 8 soldados completamente equipados. Una solución provisional en 1961 y retirado del servicio a finales de los 60 y principios de los 70 cuando su reemplazo, el Pbv 302, entro en servicio. 

6 to 8) A12 Matilda II. British infantry tank of WWII. The design began in 1936, as a gun-armed counterpart to the first British infantry tank, the MG armed, two-man A11 Mark I. With its heavy armor, the Matilda II was an excellent infantry support tank but with somewhat limited speed and armament. It was the only British tank to serve from the start of the war to its end, although it is particularly associated with the North African Campaign.

A12 Matilda II . Tanque de infantería británico de la SGM. El diseño empezó en 1936, como contraparte armada con cañón del primer tanque de infantería británico, el tanque de dos tripulantes armado con ametralladora A11 Mark I. Con su blindaje pesado, el Matilda II fue un excelente tanque de apoyo a la infantería pero con una velocidad y armamento algo limitados. Fue el único tanque británico en servir desde el inicio hasta el fin de la guerra, aunque es asociado particularmente a la campaña del Norte de Africa. 

9) Leopard 1. German postwar MBT. Developed in an era when HEAT warheads were thought to make conventional armor of limited value, the Leopard focused on firepower in the form of the German-built version of the British L7 105-mm gun, and improved cross-country performance. This Leopard appears to have a Series III turret, without a searchlight, on a Series II chassis. It was a gift from the German Army.

Leopard 1. Tanque de combate principal alemán de la posguerra. Desarrollado en una época donde se creía que las cabezas de guerra HEAT harian que el blindaje convencional tuviera poco valor, el Leopard se enfocaba en el poder de fuego en la forma de la versión alemana del cañón británico L7 de 105mm, y una mejorada capacidad todo-terreno. Este Leopard aparenta tener una torreta Serie III, sin un reflector, en un chasis Serie II. Fue un regalo del Ejercito Alemán. 

10) Kanonenjagdpanzer. German Cold War TD equipped with a 90mm gun from obsolete M47 Patton tanks. Its design was very similar to that of the Jagdpanzer IV. When the Soviets began deploying the T-64 and T-72, the 90 mm gun was not capable of engaging them in long-range combat and the Kanonenjagdpanzer became obsolete.

Kanonenjagdpanzer . Destructor de tanques alemán de la guerra fría equipado con un cañón de 90mm sacado de tanques M47 Patton obsoletos. Su diseño era muy similar al del Jagdpanzer IV. Cuando los sovieticos empezaron a desplegar tanques T-64 y T-72, el cañón de 90mm no era capáz de enfrentarlos en combate de larga distancia, haciendo al Kanonenjagdpanzer obsoleto. 

Submitted by panzerfluch. Traducción por mi.

Agradezco cualquier corrección con la traducción, especialmente con la terminología usada. 

Fun Fact: Okay creepy fact. The guillotine is associated with France but similar devices were used in other parts of Europe.  Antoine Louis, a French doctor together with German engineer Tobias Schmidt, built a prototype for the guillotine. Schmidt’s innovation was using an angled blade as opposed to a round one which would be a faster and less painful slice rather than a chop. 

The device was introduced by a kindly former Jesuit and physician Joseph-Ignace Guillotin. Although we view the guillotine as a barbaric mode of execution it was designed for humanitarian purposes to take the place of the axe, the sword, the rope or the breaking wheel.  It was first used in 1781 and last used in 1977. Doctor Guillotin’s name stuck to the device. His family later changed their name to avoid association with the device.

The good doctor was curious to see if life remained in the severed head so he arranged for a convict to blink if he were conscious. He didn’t blink. I guess he had other things on his mind at the moment.

Things I Think About

- Murdoc has a doctorate.
- Murdoc can speak Spanish, German, and French.
- Murdoc built a cyborg.
- Murdoc painted a giant pile of trash bright pink.
- Murdoc built the Plastic Beach HQ building.
- Murdoc wrote all the songs on Plastic Beach.
- Murdoc sacrificed himself for his band.
- Murdoc is rotting.
- Murdoc cares so much.
- Murdoc talked a kid out of committing suicide.
- Murdoc was raped when he was nine.
- Murdoc has a lot of pain.
- Murdoc is extremely driven.
- Murdoc has a great sense of humour.
- Murdoc is not as bad as some people make him out to be.

Just a Random Story

This doesn’t have anything to do with MML really. I just like to ramble sometimes. Here’s a fun story that took place a couple years back. 

After my junior year of high school ended, I went on a trip with one of those tour companies to the German speaking countries (went to Germany, Austria, Switzerland, and Lichtenstein). For the most part, the trip was a lot of fun and the Alps were really beautiful! 

However, there’s one day that really stands out to me and not in a good way. It was a Monday. And raining. We were visiting Neuschwanstein, a German castle built in the 19th century. The castle was beautiful. We loved it. Seeing the castle was the best part of that day. 

The real trouble began when we had to make a fifteen minute walk from the castle to the bus stop. It had been raining all day, but the real heavy stuff starting pouring down at some point during the castle tour. I was walking and huddling under the same umbrella with my roommate and her mother. Her mom had an issue with her knees so the walk was even slower. I don’t hold this against her; it’s not her fault. The rain just kept coming down harder and harder. 

Eventually we made it to the bus stop, but the buses ran on a ten minute schedule and the bus had just left the moment we arrived. So we were huddled together with some very disgruntled Chinese tourists. And the rain just kept pummeling us. When the next bus arrived, there was a mad scramble to get on and we barely managed to secure a spot. 

Did I mention I was wearing jeans the entire time? Jeans and rain are a horrible combo. 

Oh, and a man in the group from central Texas also had a heart attack that same day. We had split up to eat at the restaurants for lunch and I think he had a heart attack while ordering (We weren’t in the same restaurant. Our tour guide told us everything on the bus.). Luckily, there was a doctor nearby and the man was airlifted to Hamburg for treatment. The tour company paid the hospital fees.

Thanks for reading!

One of these days, I’m going to grab an engineer by the ear, sit them down, and have them explain to me just how the fuck the Germans built all those fairytale castles on mountains in the middle of nowhere because what the fuck


This is a 1940 Stoewer Arkona, powered by a 3.7 liter straight six which produce 80 hp. Only 201 of these German luxury cars were built before the factory switched to building off road scout cars for the German army during WWII. The factory used slave labor from the concentration camp it operated during the war, so after the Nazi’s were defeated, the Russian army dismantled the factory and several company executives were tried for war crimes. It’s sad that such a beautiful car has such a dark story.


It was Christmas 1959, and I had no idea what to get Elvis. I walked through the crowded streets of Wiesbaden, window-shopping trying to get ideas. Picking out gifts for the family had always been easy, since we always knew exactly what was wanted or needed; in fact, we often made our gifts for one another. On this occasion my father gave me thirty-five dollars to spend on Elvis, and I seemed a vast amount to me when I set out on this freezing cold day. I was disabused of the notion when I priced a beautiful hand-made cigar box with porcelain outlining a decorative design. Elvis, a cigar smoker, would have loved it. But after the shopkeeper told me the price —650 Deutsche marks or $155—all I walked out with my expensive taste.
It was snowing heavily and I hurried into another shop, this one full of bright toys, including a solidly built toy German train that I could imagine Elvis instantly setting up in his living room. But the train cost 2,000 Deutsche marks.
Heading home in the dark on the verge of tears, I spotted a music store, where a pair of bongo drums inlaid with gleaming brass were displayed in the window. They were forty dollars, but the clerk took mercy on me and sold them for thirty-five. As I headed home I was beset by a thousand doubts, convinced that the drums were the least romantic of gifts.
I must have asked Joe Esposito and Lakar File twenty times if they thought the drums were appropriate “oh sure,” Joe said. “Anything you give him, he’ll like,” I still wasn’t convinced.
On the night we exchanged gifts, Elvis emerged from his dad’s room and drew me to one corner of the living room, where he handed me a small wrapped box, in it a delicate gold watch with a diamond set on the lid and a ring with a pearl bracketed by two diamonds.
I had never owned anything so beautiful, nor had any smile ever warmed me as Elvis’s did then. “I’ll cherish these forever,” I told him, and he made me put them on right away and took me round to show everyone.
I waited as long as possible to give Elvis my present. Laughing he said “Bongos! Just what I always wanted!” Elvis could see that I didn’t believe him, he was better at giving than receiving. “Charlie, he persisted, “didn’t I need some bongos?”
Motioning for me to sit next to him at the piano, he started playing. “I’ll be home for Christmas” with such emotion that I couldn’t look up for fear he’d see I was crying.
When at last I couldn’t resist meeting his eyes, I saw that he too was holding back tears.
It was not untill many days later that I discovered, a whole close full of bongo drums— mine not included —in the basement. That my white elephants had not been consigned to dark oblivion but stood prominently displayed beside his guitar made me love him all the more.
From “Elvis and Me”

Armenian genocide: Turkey's day of denial amid remembrance for a genocide in all but name

They were brave Turks and they were brave Armenians, the descendants of the murderers of 1915 and the descendants of their victims.

They stood together outside the old Istanbul prison where the first 250 Armenians – intellectuals, lawyers, teachers, journalists – were imprisoned by the Ottoman Turks exactly 100 years ago, and they travelled across the Bosphorus to sit next to each other outside the gaunt pseudo-Gothic hulk of what was once the Anatolia Station.

From here, those 250 men were sent to their fate. Yesterday, the Turks and the Armenians held a sign in their hands and repeated one word in Turkish: “Soykirim”.  It means “genocide”.

How they humbled the great and the good of our Western world, as they commemorated together the planned slaughter of one and a half million Armenian men, women and children.

For despite his first pre-election pledge to the contrary, Barack Obama once more refused to use the word “genocide” on Thursday. The Brits ducked the word again. The Turkish president, Recep Tayyip Erdogan, stubbornly maintaining his country’s ossified policy of denial – once more both Armenians and Turks had to listen to the usual “fog of war” explanation for the 20th century’s first holocaust – was sitting 180 miles away, next to Prince Charles, to honour the dead of the 1915 battle of Gallipoli.

It is a century since the first 250 Armenians were killed (AFP/Getty)
But Professor Ayhan Aktar, a proud Turk whose family emigrated from the Balkans in 1912, understood the cynical history of the Gallipoli ceremony. For on 24 April, as the first Armenians were being rounded up, absolutely nothing happened at Gallipoli. The battle began the next day, when the Irish and the Lancashire soldiers landed on the peninsula. The Erdogan government in Ankara was using Gallipoli  as a smoke screen. “We all know why Erdogan chose 24 April, and of course it was a genocide,” Ayhan Aktar said, his voice booming with indignation. “Ankara will NEVER use the word ‘genocide’.  Sixty per cent of Turks will one day use the word – and still Ankara will say ‘no’. Yes, I have made enemies, but also some very interesting friends. It was all worth it.”

The professor’s scorn came from deep historical soil. “When my Armenian journalist friend Hrant Dink was assassinated by a Turkish nationalist outside his newspaper office in February 2007, I was shocked and deeply depressed,” he said.

“I promised myself that because of Hrant’s death, I would write about 1915. With a colleague of mine, we went through documents – and we wrote about the Turkish bureaucrats who resisted the Armenian deportations. I read more and more and I started to use the word ‘genocide’. It was the truth.”

Turkish soldiers at the Helles memorial in Gallipoli (AFP/Getty)
And so two sets of names – all dead – dominated those few hundred courageous souls who, in what was once the capital of the Ottoman Empire, turned their back on the hypocrisy of those diplomats and prime ministers 200 miles away in Gallipoli. There was Faik Ali, Turkish governor of Kutahya in 1915 and his contemporary Mehmet Celal in Konya and there was Huseyin Nesimi, the deputy Turkish governor in Lice. “All fed the persecuted Armenians, all refused to kill them,” the professor said. “Faik Ali and Huseyin Nesimi were both dismissed. Nesimi was murdered on the orders of his senior governor, Dr Reshid.”

These were the good Turks who tried to maintain their country’s honour in its hour of shame. The few hundred equally honourable Turks and Armenians who crossed the Bosphorus to the German-built railway station on Friday then sat down on the sunny steps and held up photographs of the 250 Armenians who were put aboard the cattle wagons inside.

There was Ardashes Harutunian, Dr Garabed Pasayian Han, Karekin Cakalian, Atom Yercanjian and Siamonto, the pen name of Atom Yarjanian, a landmark figure of Armenia’s golden age of poetry.

Siamonto’s great nephew had arrived from Paris for his first visit – ever – to the land in which his people were destroyed. “You must understand the significance of Gallipoli in all this,” Manouk Atomyan explained. “At first, the Turks didn’t kill them (the Armenians) – because they thought the Allies would win at Gallipoli and rescue them all. But by July, it was obvious the Allies were losing. So the Turks set about the killing.”

The 250 men, the cream of Armenian Istanbul society, were put on a train which stopped before Ankara. The first carriages were sent on to Ankara, where most of the passengers were executed.  Of the 250, 175 were killed, shot in the head beside prepared graves.

Narin Kurumlu bears a Turkish name and is indeed a Turk, but she is also Armenian, one of the few people of her race whose family clung onto their land – Turkish land – amid their people’s persecution.

“I am a Turk but I call this a genocide,” she said.  “It is the truth. I am a tour guide and I was trained by the Turkish tourist people. Yes, I go to Van and the old Armenian areas. I don’t go into details and when I’m asked about the genocide, I say the figures are disputed. I say that some think it was a million and a half Armenians killed, but that it was at least a million.” I ask her to write down her original Armenian family name. “I’d rather not,” she says. “There are good reasons for this… they listen to my phone and they read my e-mails.”

These were perhaps the most deeply moving – and distressing – words uttered among the small crowd of truth-tellers outside the Anatolia station yesterday. All were escorted – at a distance, of course – by a small posse of Turkish state police, some in uniform. They were not there to threaten the brave Turks or the brave Armenians. They were present to ensure that no-one else threatened them, the sort of people, for instance, who murdered Hrant Dink eight years ago. For that would take the headlines away from another ceremony, wouldn’t it? And remind the world that the 130,000 Allied and Turkish dead of Gallipoli were outnumbered by one and a half million civilian dead whose genocide we must still obediently deny.


Eight Things to Know About Our Flying Observatory

Our flying observatory, called SOFIA, is the world’s largest airborne observatory. It is a partnership with the German Aerospace Center (DLR). SOFIA studies the life cycle of stars, planets (including Pluto’s atmosphere), how interstellar dust can contribute to planet formation, analyzes the area around black holes, and identifies complex molecules in space.

1. A Telescope in an Airplane

SOFIA stands for the Stratospheric Observatory for Infrared Astronomy. It is a Boeing 747SP aircraft that carries a 100-inch telescope to observe the universe while flying between 38,000 and 45,000 feet – the layer of Earth’s atmosphere called the stratosphere.

2. The Short Aircraft Means Long Flights

SP stands for “special performance.” The plane is 47 feet shorter than a standard 747, so it’s lighter and can fly greater distances.  Each observing flight lasts 10-12 hours.

3. It Flies with A Hole in the Side of the Plane…

The telescope is behind a door that opens when SOFIA reaches altitude so astronomers on board can study the universe. The kind of light SOFIA observes, infrared, is blocked by almost all materials, so engineers designed the side of the aircraft to direct air up-and-over the open cavity, ensuring a smooth flight.

4. …But the Cabin is Pressurized!

A wall, called a pressure bulkhead, was added between the telescope and the cabin so the team inside the aircraft stays comfortable and safe. Each flight has pilots, telescope operators, scientists, flight planners and mission crew aboard.

5. This Telescope Has to Fly

Water vapor in Earth’s atmosphere blocks infrared light from reaching the ground. Flying at more than 39,000 feet puts SOFIA above more than 99% of this vapor, allowing astronomers to study infrared light coming from space. The airborne observatory can carry heavier, more powerful instruments than space-based observatories because it is not limited by launch weight restrictions and solar power.

6. Studying the Invisible Universe

Humans cannot see what is beyond the rainbow of visible light. However, many interesting astronomical processes happen in the clouds of dust and gas that often surround the objects SOFIA studies, like newly forming stars. Infrared light can pass through these clouds, allowing astronomers to study what is happening inside these areas.

7. The German Telescope

The telescope was built our partner, the German Aerospace Center, DLR. It is made of a glass-ceramic material called Zerodur that does not change shape when exposed to extremely cold temperatures. The telescope has a honeycomb design, which reduces the weight by 80%, from 8,700 lb to 1,764 lb. (Note that the honeycomb design was only visible before the reflective aluminum coating was applied to the mirror’s surface).

8. ZigZag Flights with a Purpose

The telescope can move up and down, between 20-60 degrees above the horizon. But it can only move significantly left and right by turning the whole aircraft. Each new direction of the flight means astronomers are studying a new celestial object. SOFIA’s flight planners carefully map where the plane needs to fly to best observe each object planned for that night.

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  • ana: quick shower on the job, likes long baths and aromatic candles and drinking tea with one of those little bath tables
  • mercy: she doesn't have time to bath with all these heroes never dying (showers with herbal essences. steals pharahs shampoo)
  • reaper: banishes his sweat to the abyss, uses hot topic deodorant
  • pharah: steals mercys herbal essences
  • symmetra: likes to wash when everyone is asleep/no one is around to disturb her. enjoys using bath time to surround herself with favourite scents and textures
  • mei: her bathroom is modified to recycle as much water as possible so she doesn't feel wasteful with taking a long shower at the end of the day
  • mccree: likes to not shower for several days. says it enhances his 'manly musk' (it doesn't)
  • torbjorn: has an elaborate hair care routine, could literally wash the rest of his body in a minute and be happy tbh
  • hanzo: usually showers but is a fan of foot spas and sugar scrubs
  • genji: screen and keyboard cleaner usually does the trick
  • junkrat: he doesnt
  • zarya: body bars are her jam, needs extra wide shower for her broad shoulders
  • roadhog: power shower. touts the power of mudbaths. is in charge of hosing junkrat down
  • bastion: beep boop no thanks
  • soldier76: uses old spice, initially as a joke, but grows to like the smell despite himself
  • bought soldier the initial old spice (she loves cute designed bottles and supporting female led companies)
  • lucio: has his own brand of body wash and shampoo, he insisted on having frogs on the bottles
  • reinhardt: POWER SHOWER GERMAN ENGINEERING its built with like 10 showerheads from different angles
  • widowmaker: long soaks and soft music. she likes bath melts more than bath bombs
  • tracer: the fastest showerer alive
  • zenyatta: same as genji (his build is fairly resistant to water so occasionally he will allow himself to be hosed down gently if he's especially dusty/muddy)
  • winston: monkey dustbath

January 7, 1917 - The Christmas Battles

Pictured - Latvian riflemen in a trench. Later, these soldiers would become the Bolshevik Party’s elite shock troops.

The German Army had been halted outside RIga in October 1915, and since then it and the Russians had sat warily, eying each other in the Baltic but making no large moves. In January 1917, however, (Russian Christmas season), the Russians launched an offensive in the area of Jelgava, Latvia. The Tsarist high command, Stavka, hoped that a northern offensive would relieve pressure in Romania, where the Central Powers were driving forward relentlessly.

Brigades of Latvian Riflemen led the Russian way, wearing white snow suits to appear almost invisible as they cut paths in the barbed wire. The path of attack required them to traverse a frozen swamp and scale a small wall that the Germans had built to fortify the area. The success of the Latvians became an import part of Latvian nationalist mythology, as the first expression of independence from Russia, soon to come after the revolutions.

On January 7, Russian Christmas Day, Latvian and Siberian troops overran more German positions on the Baltic coast. Over one thousand German soldiers surrendered, and a seven-kilometer gap opened in their line. Unfortunately, however, the commander of the Russian 12th Army had not anticipated a breakthrough, and the Russians were in no position to exploit the breach before the Germans could organize a counter-attack.


Swiss Messerschmitt Bf 109s. With an air force numbering just over 200 planes, the German built Messerschmitt’s made up the backbone of the Swiss fighter force, along with French designed M.S. 406s that began to be built in Switzerland under license in late 1939. The pilots of the Swiss Air Force were some of the few professional personnel of the Swiss military, and despite being very outnumbered, were quite able to hold their own when facing off against the innumerable incursions into Swiss airspace during the war.

During the invasion of France, over 200 violations by the Germans occurred, and the Swiss were not afraid to defend their neutrality with force. Following an incident in early June where the Swiss shot down ten German aircraft at a loss of only two in return, Hitler not so politely threatened the Swiss to stop, or else. Active interception was stopped in the border region from then on, but any aircraft found deep inside Swiss territory would still be forced down, or shot up if they refused.

(Motorbuch Verlag; Time-Life)

ask-shiner-deactivated20161213  asked:

Could you do a review of the Stug III ?


I think you’ll find this will have just about everything you’ll want on the developmental history and more technical aspect of things; much better written than I ever could at least. For this post though, I think I’ll do more of a personal review.

While it may not have the same mass appeal as the Tiger or Panther, all Stugs have a special place in my heart. Just because it doesn’t inspire awe and terror in the public eyes doesn’t mean that it wasn’t effective. In many regards, they were more efficient. 

While it didn’t mount the dreaded 88, the 75 more than suited to the job of anti-tank (this became it’s primary role after all). I think it’s unfortunate that so many people overlook the 75 for the 88 in terms of killing power. The Panzer IV and Stug were just as lethal in the hands of an experienced crew. 

As a defensive weapon it was fantastic. It’s short height was optimal for camouflage, and was one of the best (along side the Hetzer) assault guns for ambushes. Lie in wait, surprise the enemy (maybe exchange a few shots), re-position. Flexibility, and more importantly, reliability was a great asset to the Stug.

To finish off my little review I’ll touch on the production. This is where I’ll quote the link I’ve shared. “ Assault guns were easier, cheaper and less time consuming to produce than turreted tanks allowing German factories built them in large numbers.” And here is where the Stug trumped the might Tiger. “ It is interesting to see that almost four Ausf Gs could be purchased for the cost of single King Tiger.” Producing and getting vehicles out to the front one of the perks the Stug offered.

I hope this answers your question! Truth be told, this is the first time I’ve been asked to review anything so I hope it was at least fun to see my personal opinion. 

Before I leave though! This is a fantastic opportunity to share the Stug III Ausf D Restoration facebook page. The above photo is the end result of many years of restoration! There are so many photos the owner took while working on this, it’s incredible. I highly encourage you to check it out if you haven’t already.

I just read that 6 months before the world cup, the Germans built the hotel they were supposed to stay here, they also built a health center, soccer field, they bought ambulances and hired the people from the village they are staying (in Bahia) to help the team. They did more than the Brazilian government did in 4 years! 

Germany you have my respect!