Herta Heuwer
Herta Charlotte Heuwer (born June 30, 1913 in Königsberg as Herta Charlotte Pöppel, died July 3, 1999 in Berlin) owned and ran a food kiosk in West Berlin. She is frequently credited with the invention of the take-out dish that would become the world-renowned currywurst, supposedly on September 4, 1949. The day before what would have been her 90th birthday, a plaque was dedicated in her honour on the corner of Kant and Kaiser Friedrich Streets, Berlin where she had her kiosk. The original Currywurst was a boiled sausage, fried, with a sauce of tomato paste, Worcestershire sauce, curry powder and other ingredients.
In January 1951, Heuwer registered a trademark for her sauce, Chillup. She moved her business to a larger facility at Kaiser-Friedrich-Straße 59, which, during its heyday, was open day and night and employed 19 saleswomen. A plaque at this location commemorates the woman and her invention.
On June 30, 2013, Heuwer's 100th birthday was celebrated with a Google Doodle.
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Ghetto Ambiance
by: Hyro Da HeroYuh, I'm from the place full of false hopes and liquor stores
We can't roam the streets alone, the police they on patrol
Some are all together, but for money someone sell they soul
Picking sides, choosin' colors, fight for blocks we don't own
And we grow, to show no emotion, though we stress the same shit, no different
From my hood to your projects, white chalk, yellow tape, people on the sidewalks
Mothers cry, pray to god, to young to die, another loss
And we applaud and imitate, the ignorance of rap stars
Our women turn to slut, sell they bodys just to make it far
Police sirens, gunshots, loud talk, barking dogs, helicopters, ambulance
Enjoy the ghetto ambiance
Police sirens, gunshots, loud talk, barking dogs, helicopters, ambulance
Enjoy the ghetto ambiance
(It feels so good, when you from the hood)
Yeah, it feels so good!
(Damn, It feels so good when you in the hood)
Aha, aha, aha, aha, aha
Another victim to the street
Another wanna be, testing me, cause his insecurities
Brother please, let go of your ego
Our minds are too focused on monotonous materials
Every time I try to leave, they keep pullin' me back
And they wonder why this life style is leaving us trapped
It's up to us to make a difference, now
It's up to us to devise a plan to make it out
I'll tell you this, I did so much in my life
And still ain't found what I was looking for
And what I thought it was
It only made a nigga look for more
It's the same shit you seen before
And happiness it stretches out
It's time for us to make a change
So we can cope with this
Police sirens, gunshots, loud talk, barking dogs, helicopters, ambulance
Enjoy the ghetto ambiance
(It feels so good, when you from the hood)
Yeah, it feels so good!
(Damn, It feels so good when you in the hood)
Aha, aha, aha, aha, aha
Police sirens, gunshots, loud talk, barking dogs, helicopters, ambulance
Enjoy the ghetto ambiance
Dominos, and dice games
You can lose your life from anyone
Nigga just don't give a fuck
Same house, same rent, same pay check
Same boss, that don't give a nigga no respect
So we let all this mess, boil inside our chest
And take it out on the next person
Over with, then they done with
Get they gun, they volcano erupting
(It feels so good, when you from the hood)
It feel good don't it?
(Damn, It feels so good when you in the hood)
So good, again it's so good
Police sirens, gunshots, loud talk, barking dogs, helicopters, ambulance