Contrary to some people think (what I certainly thought back in the days when I refused to learn and speak German - unaware that less than a decade later I would be married to one), German as a language is a treasure, a gift that keeps on giving. Here is an entry in my personal Wörterbuch which, initially, left me curious and confused. Later it had me in laughing fits instead.
Today’s word: ein Vatermörder (father's killer).
That’s how in Germany people used to describe a typical early nineteenth-century upturned and starched man's collar. You're welcome;-)
I can recommend Zwei Personen in einem Fahrkob by Adrian S. Kostre, a German-Croatian author, who once lived in Kreuzberg, but now lives in Wilmersdorf. The book is a hilarious look at the German language "for Anhänger."