• Trail@lemmy.world
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        6 days ago

        Yeah, I have also switched to a local one here in greece, tastes better and does not have an aftertaste.

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    7 days ago

    It looks like they’re emphasizing local sourcing to distance themselves from U.S. associations, but that misses the real issue. The problem is not whether the ingredients are local, it is that Coca-Cola is still a U.S. company. The same applies to brands like Heinz, Tesla, and others. Their identity is tied to their origin, not where they source materials.

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    7 days ago

    They could try naming it Koker Koler and offering it in 1 liter mugs. I’d still prefer cheaper regional alternatives but it would be funny.

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      They need to show how fanta is a 100% German brand, born of the will of Coca-cola to circumventing the embargos placed on Germany during the 40’s due to, you know, being Nazis and such.

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            6 days ago

            Sure, so much space for empty fields beyond the wired…

            Sorry, fields? Yes, sure, That’s what I meant. We have those grey mice (that’s what my mother always called them) working the felds. They’re always so quiet and diligent.

            There’s one that dropped, once. A girl. I think it was a girl. They were all running back to the trucks. She must have tripped.

            The trucks had departed, we found her at the edge of the field. She was so thin in her mouse suit. She had fallen, and she stayed down. There was my uncle and I. We looked at her. She was lying down. She was alsmost shaking. She slowly lifted her head. She looked at us. She had eyes thay were so green, you could have sold them for gems. But once the dazzle of her eyes passed me, I saw that she was but a spectre.

            The moment lasted a second, and vanished. But it felt so much longer. I saw that girl like she might have been, like she should have been… Like the spectacular beauty she could one day be, although she probably wouldn’t be. Because her piercing eyes wouldn’t let anyone think of her as just a beauty.

            Anyway, I took a step back. Because she felt too impressive to me, even in her condition. So I turned to my uncle, and felt all the muck on my cheek, and heard the detonation. I didn’t dare to look at her. So I just turned away. I saw soldiers running towards us. Fuckers. I had to greet them. How was I going to do that?

            [My first attempt at minifiction out of nowhere in a while, not in my language, sorry, I don’t know what prompted me]