"Please, do stay, madam!" the clerk answers hastily. Okay, he doesn't get it. Hannerle continues with her inquisition: "Isn't it true that the creditrate of Raiffeisenbank increases once I give you my gold? Isn't it the case that with a high credit rate you can borrow more money for your own projects that make even more money? And could it thus be that deals like this are not for the benefit of the little women on the streets but only for your corporation? Silence... the clerk squirms, obviously embarrassed by Hannerle. He tries a different approach: "Look, I'm just a little man like yourself. I was born and raised in this town, and... you can talk to me. How about we increase your interest rate? ..... hmm... maybe by half a percentage point?" Hannerle clasps her hands and laughs. "Are you kidding me ?" She stands up. "Thank you for the coffee that I couldn't have at the inn because you drove its owner into bankruptcy. Getting robed in the streets? You seem to be the only robbers here, stealing from passers by. Good day to you, my dear sir, I'm leaving now!" Hannerle turns around and leaves the bank with an elated step. Mentally and physically restored, she is on the her way back to her mother. #bad banks #raiffeisen #unser_hannerl #marx