They asked if we had spare seats, we shifted up and offered our end seats to locals Max and Valentyna. With broken English (theirs) and broken German (ours) and a smattering of Afrikaans, we found out that Max was born in Prussia and was drafted into the German army during WWII - he fought at Moscow, so it's a small miracle that he's still around. Today, he is 85 (although we found this hard to believe, given how sprightly he is!), on his 3rd marriage and still works every day as a butcher. This was his 30th Oktoberfest. A national treasure if ever I met one.