The husband of my mother and me were hungry when we visited Travemünde. But my Mom was not hungry. So her husband and me decided to buy a typical german sausage bun with mustard. But we had to put the mustard on the sausage bun and after we done that, we noticed a difference…
This is the sausage bun of him…
And this is my bun…
We really had to laugh a lot. There was this discussion if the differend ways we put mustard on our sausage does say anything about us,… especially about me? What do you mean?
Diary of Dennis 
Next time, write my name.
With the mustard? Good idea! I will try someday! 😀