Early in the morning, Honecker arrives at his office and opens his window. He greets the Sun, saying:

"Good morning, dear Sun!"

– "Good morning, dear Erich!"

Honecker works, and then at noon he heads to the window and says:

"Good day, dear Sun!"

– "Good day, dear Erich!"

In the evening, Erich calls it a day, and heads once more to the window, and says:

"Good evening, dear Sun!"

Hearing nothing, Honecker says again:

Good evening, dear Sun! What's the matter?"

The sun retorts: "Kiss my arse. I'm in the West now!"

@deafone Oczekiwałem, że ptaszek w nocy umarł.