A summer anecdote: when on holidays in France, on a sunny August day, we visited a castle garden in rural Normandy. When buying the tickets, we got the usual: “Your postcode or country of origin?” We said “Germany,” and suddenly the face of the young woman at the counter lit up. “Would you mind doing us a favor?,” she asked, while fishing a piece of paper from a big pile – it turned out to be a German version of the leaflet about the garden. “We’ve recently made those, but they need to be checked. Would you mind having a look?” “Sure,” we said, and asked for a pen to insert whatever corrections might be needed.