This harmless Turkish pastime clashed with the Germans' similarly innocent penchant for unembarrassed and public naturism. Berlin's extensive parks, much used in the sweltering summer months, provided the cockpit for this contemporary Kulturkampf: games of volleyball played out against a back-drop of head-scarfed grannies slicing aubergines.
I imagine some accommodation was reached, perhaps a system of zoning. However, the story has proven memorable perhaps because it provoked simultaneously images of kebab skewers and pink German genitalia. Two things that should never be brought into conjunction.
Perhaps I've revealed a deep cultural anxiety, ripe for deconstruction. On the other hand, I'm not proud to admit that my sympathies rest, on balance, with the skewers rather than the sausages. The Turks have no monopoly on prudery.