Hannerle pauses. "Speaking of coffee..." she turns back to the clerk, "Why is the towns tavern closed?" The bank clerk approaches Hannerl. "Well, you know, that`s an unfortunate story. The business wasn't doing well, and there were already three mortgages on the building. The innkeeper had to close and sell it." Hannerle looks at the clerk with suspicion: "Am I correct in assuming that the tavern now belongs to the Raiffeisenbank?" "Well, whom else would have taken it? Do you think we enjoy doing such buisness? Besides, how else could the owner afford the rented rooms he's living in now?" the banker shoots. Hannerle shakes her head. This is all so absurd.“Could you tell me his name and adress?" she asks. "The name is Mr. Wirth and he lives in the building just around the corner. Raiffeisen Real Estate, that's what is written on it." Hannerle can`t help slapping her palm to her forehead. „Why am I not surprised?“ Anyways, she heads towards the building. #wirtshaussterben #badbanks

And what a comfortable journey it is: Hannerle stops at every Raiffeisenbank in every village on her way, is treated with snacks and coffee and asks uncomfortable questions. "How fortunate am I to have a wise woman as my mother," she thinks to herself, when her hometown comes into sight. Off she goes! #bad banks #raiffeisen #bank_hobbing