Anglais example sentences with "Hans"

Hans sold the patent to a company.
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I would recommend to everyone that can speak German that they read "Liebesgeschichte" by Hans Peter Richter.
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Hans is a German name.
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My German friend is called Hans.
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Hans was as pleased as Punch.
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The fables written by Hans Christian Andersen, the most famous Dane in the world, made him an icon of world literature.
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His fairy tales made Hans Christian Andersen, the most famous Dane in the world, an icon of world literature.
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My German friend's name is Hans.
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In Hans Christian Andersen's classic fairy tale, "The Emperor's New Clothes," two swindlers promise an emperor beautiful new clothes that are invisible to anyone who is unfit for their position, unjust or stupid.
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"I'm old enough to remember the fall of the Berlin wall", said Hans.
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One of these lucky beings was Hans.
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Gunther and Hans are friends.
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My email address is [email protected].
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Hans is a German businessman.
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Hans Bethe won the 1967 Nobel Prize in Physics for his work concerning energy production in stars.
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Hans gets away because of his stupidity.
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Hans Christian Andersen's stories made him the most famous Dane in the world.
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Hans Christian Andersen's fairytales made him the world's best-known Dane.
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"Well," said Blockhead-Hans, "if I can’t have a horse, I will take the goat which is mine; it can carry me!" And he did so.
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Now Blockhead-Hans came in; he rode his goat right into the hall.
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At the same time that Whittle was working in England, Hans von Ohain was working on a similar design in Germany. The first airplane to successfully use a gas turbine engine was the German Heinkel He 178, in August, 1939. It was the world's first turbojet powered flight.
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Hans Christian Andersen is the most known Danish writer in Kabylia.
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Some stories by Hans Christian Andersen have been translated into Kabyle.
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Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales made him the most famous Dane in the world.
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Hans has really been knocking the drinks back today, but he's still not drunk.
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Hans has really been putting back the drinks today, but he's still not drunk.
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Hans has really been sinking them today, but he's still not drunk.
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"Hans, do you Germans produce anything like anime or Star Trek?" "Yes, we have authors like Perry Rhodan."
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Hans from Alsace has a beautiful wife, but ugly kids.
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Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales have made him the best known Dane in the world.
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In a press release, NCA emergency director Hans Petter Mortensholm said, “Life and health are always the first priority during an incident like this, and it must be safe to carry out the rescue.”

Hans, my brother, is German.

Whilst I was drinking my medium-sized iced green tea at the cafe, Hans the Netherlander rolled in through the entrance in his wheelchair. He gave me a little piece of sugarless candy. He ordered coffee. He said that he was going to celebrate his friend's birthday at the Greek restaurant Kisamos Taverna in Steveston village, here on Lulu Island, at 6 PM, today the 28th of October of 2021. He called for a taxi. I once ate moussaka in that restaurant. I said that I remembered when Steveston was not so touristy and my mother worked in the bank there in the 1970s. Apparently, his daughter works at the bank there. Meanwhile, a big handsome white man came in through the entrance, then went in and out of the washroom, then took a coffee cup from the counter, then exited the cafe. I then said that I had to go. Hans decided that he would take the bus, instead of waiting for the taxi.

On the 1st of November of 2021, I joined Hans the Netherlander at his table in the cafe. The day after Halloween was rainy outside. Whilst I was drinking iced green tea, Hans gave me a piece of brown candy. He took out a jar of peanuts and offered me, but I said that I get pimples from peanuts. As a child in Quezon City, my family had a peanut farm near our lot; we boiled them, and I ate, as I was not allergic as a prepubescent. We then talked all about astronomy: exoplanets, asteroids, and the moons of the gas giants. Titan, a moon of Saturn, is specially stunning with its black methanic rivers, lakes, and seas. Hans said that the next fifty years will be exciting for astronomy. As we talked, a big handsome man with a muscular build came in, ordered coffee, and left.

The day after Halloween of 2021, at the cafe, Hans the Netherlander and I talked about the polders in the Netherlands and cuisines. I told him that I did my report on the Netherlands in elementary school. I learned about polders. Hans said that Netherlanders ate raw fish. I mentioned the "gravlax" fish dish in Sweden.

At the cafe the rainy day after Halloween of 2021, Hans the Netherlander mentioned to me that Italian food was "acquired taste" for him. He mentioned the method of tenderizing octopus and the way the ink complimented the dish. I mentioned the black squid ink spaghetti. I said that I liked all seafood, including octopus, squid, and cuttlefish, which made him squirm. Then, I mentioned that I liked moussaka, a Greek lasagna-type dish with eggplants. Hans said that as a Netherlander, he liked "plain meat and potatoes." But Netherlanders do eat raw herring.

On the 3rd of November of 2021, it was a rainy, somber day. At the cafe, I found the only open spot at a table near the washroom. There, I drank my iced green tea. At a table beyond mine was a blond student with big biceps with tattoos. Hans the Netherlander rolled in with his wheelchair. I joined him at another table. There, we discussed multibillionaires: Elon Musk's space technology and Bill Gates' medical technology. Then, we discussed the Yucatan. I said that I have been to the temples at Tulum, near a cliff overlooking a white sandy beach, looking like a science fiction set. The other day, he mentioned that Netherlanders ate eel. I suggested that he try the "unagi donburi," sweet glazed eel on rice, at the nearby Japanese restaurant.

Indeed, Hans the Netherlander is a brave man, having had a leg amputated due to diabetes. He does not turn to Christianity because he has a good scientific background and he knows much about astronomy.

On the 11th of December of 2021, I sat in the Christmas-decorated cafe with my oat milk latte. Hans the Netherlander rolled in with his wheelchair. He said that he had eggnog with rum at home, and then it was time for coffee. We talked about astronomy, our real shared interest. The James Webb Space Telescope is being prepared for launch in French Guiana. If successful, it could provide much better clarity of images of space objects. USA, EU, UAE, India, and PRC are all roving on or encircling Mars with their robots. Mars would be humanity's second planetary home, some would hope.

Today on the 12th of January of 2022, at the cafe, I had a glass of black iced tea. Upon exiting, I greeted Hans the Netherlander on a wheelchair a happy new year. We briefly discussed about the ongoing deployment of the James Webb Space Telescope to the Sun-Earth L2 Langrange point. The worry at the moment is about micrometeorites. Incidentally, Hans mentioned a Scottish friend Tom who took a lethal injection yesterday at his hospice because he had cancer.

She thinks that I talking to Hans, that Dutch astronomer on a wheelchair at the cafe, makes some people look dumb.

In the afternoon of the 5th of February of 2022, I ate pizza at the pizzeria. Then, at the cafe, I saw Hans the Netherlander. I told him that the James Webb Space Telescope had been deployed. He gave me a cold mocha frappuccino, to add to my passion fruit iced tea that I already had. Lyle was there, wearing all black, with cargo pants that hid his robust legs. Don was at a front table, reading from a device.

It was Valentine's Day on the 14th of February of 2022, on Lulu Island. In the morning, I had pizza slices at the pizzeria, where Rose the Filipina was the regular vendor. In the afternoon, I drank black iced tea at the cafe, where I talked to my Anglo-Saxon neighbours Barb and Ken about travelling around this world, Mayan and Aztec pyramids in Mexico, the creole languages in the Caribbean, the otherworldly buildings in the Greek Islands, our common knowledge of prestigious French, and our experiences of the Pandemic, and then talked to Hans the Netherlander about the months-long adjustment phase of the new James Webb Space Telescope, the Jovian atmosphere with lightnings, artifacts of Ancient Egypt, lightning-made glass, and dinosaur bones. At the cafe, I noticed two different round-headed stocky men, who came in and out.

In the afternoon of the 23rd of February of 2022, at the cafe, I sat at my favourite corner table to drink my iced green tea, which on other times, I alternate with iced passionfruit tea and iced black tea. Hans the Netherlander hobby astronomer sat at a central table. There were young people with strange hairdos, like samurai top knot, or big and curly, or long and red-tinted. Homebound, I had to use the washroom in the pizzeria, where there were Eurasian students.

In the sunny afternoon of the 24th of February of 2022, on my way to the cafe, I saw bearded Brian in front of the pub, as he talked about poutine with bacon served inside the establishment. At the cafe, I drank my usual iced black tea. There were handsome men in green and black, or in grey, or in black. There were many students. A couple of girls carried multicoloured flowers. Hans the Netherlander astronomy buff talked about the ongoing politics with Russia's invasion of Ukraine. Coincidentally, a family of Russian-speaking Eurasians just from the barbershop, owned by a Middle Easterner, passed through the cafe. The cafe ambiance was not exactly like in Ten Forward, the crew lounge in the Star Trek franchise.

On the 12th of April of 2022, at the Lulu Island cafe, I talked to Hans the Netherlander about astronomy. The recent pictures of Jupiter's atmosphere are stunningly more distinct and vivid than ever before, like a swirling colourful cold soup.

My email is [email protected].

When will Hans be back from Holland?

Hans keeps trying to call him, but he keeps getting no contact.

Hans repeatedly tries to call him, but he is still not getting contact.

I walked at night, here on Lulu Island. As I entered Starbucks café, sitting at a table with two Doritos bags of chips, one purple and one red, were Peter the redheaded Anglo and Hans the Netherlander on a motorized wheelchair, who offered to me. I took a few chips from both bags. Then, I was drinking reddish Passion Tango iced tea, then Oat Nog Latte. I was munching on crème brûlée almonds. I was exercising with my hand grip strengthener at my table. There were a regular couple with seemingly American spoken accents. The man was a handsome white-haired bear, always wearing a sports outfit. At Hans' request after he exited, Peter gave the purple Doritos bag to me and the red one to Chris the Japanese-English hybrid, who was a barista. The other barista was Jessica the petite Vietnamese. There were Filipino customers. Jessica asked me if I knew what was "lomi" (a Filipino noodle dish). I said that it was "rāmen." Homebound, walking, I accidentally tripped on a wooden board in a dark alleyway. My eyeglasses fell off. Luckily, I was not hurt. A Cantonese labourer helped me. Today is the 14th of December of 2024.

During the week, in the afternoons, elders huddle around a front table at Starbucks café. There are Hans the Netherlander on a motorized wheelchair, Peter the redheaded Anglo, Květa the Czech lady, Gilles the Québecois, the Greek couple Stella and Dimitri, Joan the Norwegian-Anglo who thinks that she has Native blood, etc. People think that Hans reminds me of Santa Claus...

Today is the 14th of January of 2025. It was night at Time Hortons café. I ate Sea Salt Potato Wedges with Wildberry Hibiscus Lemonade Quencher. Joban the South Asian was my vendor. In the morning, I had a couple or more cups of Green Tea with Oat Milk, which, someone expressed, "tastes like ice cream." It was night at Starbucks café. I ate two Belgian Liège Waffles. The Brown Sugar Oat Cortado interestingly tasted like jackfruit. I was going to tell the Japanese-Anglo hybrid Chris the barista or Jess the Anglo barista. Money is just an inhibitor, sometimes. Money is poverty, sometimes. Life should always be sensual, a sensory wonderland. Life is ephemeral, full of fleeting experiences. Do I believe in the Akashic Records, the memory compendium about everything? The following day of the 15th, I saw Hans the Netherlander in his motorized wheelchair at Tim Hortons. We sat near the sun-drenched bay window, as we chatted and ate Sea Salt Potato Wedges. I was drinking Orange Pekoe tea with Oat Milk for a change.

Another sunny day, this 1st of August of 2025, here on Lulu Island. At Tim Hortons café, whilst I was drinking oat-milk iced coffee, I was talking with Hans the Dutchman, sitting in his motorized wheelchair. He was enjoying a Boston cream donut and a peach sparkling quencher. We talked about my great-great-grandfather Dimitri, from Kimi on Evia Island, Greece. My Filipino family has an ancient sepia picture of him sitting as if he were Count Dracula. Hans told me that he has a woman cousin from Netherlands, who escaped the cold climate to live indefinitely in sunnier Greece. She's been overstaying there for 20-plus years! At home, my Greek-Cypriot neighbour George came by to give my family a big bag of cute green figs. He's married to a Japanese, Chika, and they have two hybrid daughters, Chloe and Anna. I toured the Greek mainland and islands in 2002, but never reached Kimi. I've read the travelogue, The Olive Grove: Travels in Greece, by Katherine Kizilos, a Greek-Australian, and it seems that Greece is also nice in the off-season.

A person like Hans only comes about once every 100 years.

Hannah and Hans, can we come to your house?