had led us into the town of S. this a harmless Sunday outings, which one morning in Berlin S-Bahn begins to consume completely carried his daily ration of sandwiches shortly after boarding. It was the end point of a romantic journey through renovated spotless, though almost uninhabited villages through dark pine forests and wide, with fringed poppy fields. Only rarely did the Brandenburg sand makes this the progress, but the bike paths in this area have generally the EU's regional aid thank Bundestraße quality. As we
just wanted to drink before the planned visit to the picturesque town of force as our well-earned mineral developed at the other end of the marketplace turmoil. Probably a different drug roused man with very short blonde hair yelled to a dark-haired man, beating him and turn his car. One middle-aged woman who tried to mediate, he paid no attention. Or is it because, as she reported later, she too was not spared from his blows. For reasons difficult to understand the dark-haired man tried to defend himself with his lack of ability to pay and pointed it at his unemployment.
Citizens of S. switched rapidly from its television and gathered at the roadside and at their open windows to marvel at when they are not in the adjacent beer garden in the privileged situation were, at the same time follow the event and the European Championship match against Italy to Spain. Our attempts to ascertain whether someone had called the police did not lead far. Most do not respond to inquiries. An elderly gentleman asked me to two men who beat up this boy is yet to leave them alone until they no woman would do something. I wondered whether the Brandenburg wanted to prepare for the adoption of a Mediterranean-patriarchal mindset of the olive groves and sunny coastline, which will bring climate change may soon in the House, and looked at it with concern the blood that now both fighters from the mouth flowed.
While I still indulged in such reflections, the treasure had long been called by the police S. and marched resolutely to the gaffer in his prime to it like a specific police instructions to de-escalate violence to appeal and ask for help. Now the citizens of San whistles, but on such instructions. They prefer to stand amazed. Only the massive security guard before the bank finally settled at the third attempt to convince them to help. He even succeeded, the attacker with an impressive Gorilla Pose temporarily to get them to desist from his victim. But soon, he roared back like an animal, struck and entered the dark-haired and the accused given the futility of their own de-escalation trials now despondent woman who turned out to be his mother-in-law, the betrayal of the family's honor. I rejected the olive groves. Instead, appeared rough, Kurdish villages and sinister village elder with furrowed faces in my mind while I was getting desperate by a fitter onlookers ran to the next so they increasingly shrill and yet unchanged fruitless to ask for it without the long gawky glasses muscle training and combat experience to help pacify their neighbors. It did not help that I rattled the bars of the beer garden fence - who is already a place , on which he can see the same without football fouls and violence.
Finally, I threw myself into a panic about my treasure into the fray - the attack dog of the attacker had been clearly proved as decrepit and toothless. This caused the attacker to calm down temporarily to take my hand and me to protest his violence against women. I decided once and for Kurdistan. While I innner for tactful ways investigated in-law in search of a more peaceful and more modern son-in-line dating forum to suggest for your daughter, I ran outside in panic growing. The treasurer had apparently no other way out seen as the by now raging attackers to bring down. After all missed my shrill cries, but you should not neglect the visual aid of my friend and the risks involved in the fray entirely, their effect is not quite. When opened, the attacker with his head on the floor, he made not by the knife use, which he had fallen from his pocket, but urged the Treasury to let it go, because his girlfriend was scared. The man was still on the knees, until the police arrived. Even today, my chest swells with pride when I think of that heroism!
The arrival of the police I used to waste the citizens of S. insulting to ask them to be ashamed of, and raise the question of whether they stare even if a woman is raped in their marketplace. Probably they are more likely to rear. The treasure I was just able to stop them, take them for the occasion, loud ponder the political attitude of the East German population. That would not have been fair, after all, were the mother and the guard have been brave, but perhaps the latter more likely because of their profession. The yield is a thin, but it's nothing.
the Railway Station of S. We finally had to realize that the light skin and the local origin of the local youth apparently does not help to speak German better than some Neuköllner to their abilities and opportunities I worry sometimes in the Berlin U-Bahn. We drove very sad homecoming and asked us how to build with such people a decent civil society. Probably retrain from scratch, but how do you start it?
Hans has now added to concerns that neither the time nor the people have become worse. On the contrary, the inhabitants of his village in western Germany in the seventies did not even need alcohol to commit brutal acts of violence. Also I do if I am honest, to desert battles between Nazis and their opponents on the youth and shooting I remember West German home town. But this may indeed the situation in East Germany and today's time to put in perspective, a true comfort is not. I would rather try to console, which would have helped Berlin - every single one, for sure.
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