It’s not a nice story. I was visiting a friend in a neighbour town, she is the only person I know from there but it’s fairly small so I wasn’t afraid of going alone even though I knew most of the people my age were Nazis. We ended up drinking and I forgot about the time so I missed the last train. Because I had to be home before midnight I decided to walk home in the dark, it’s about 6km. Long story short, I was ambushed by a wild pack of Nazis. None of them did anything actually, only one girl who was tremendously obese grabbed me, normally I could have easily outrun them but obese people are strong, especially when they take you by surprise. I’m sure all she knew about me was my Hebrew name and that was apparently enough to do what she did, she was smoking and burned my hand with her cigarette after she beat me up. I ran like hell once she let go of me and I was mostly numb so it didn’t hurt that much, in the beginning. On my way I threw up a lot but once the alcohol wore off, it hurt so much I swear I wanted to just cut my hand off. I think it’s because she burned it for so long on the same spot and it was really deep. But the surprise of feeling the pain so suddenly out of nowhere was brutal. As a result of this I’m afraid of ironing clothes and cooking with oil, anything where you can get burned. My only regret is that I didn’t yell at her what I was thinking. I wanted to say, you’re no Übermensch, you’re an Übercow! Damn staircase wit.