
Every culture seems to have their little "typical particularities". But I need some help on understanding this one. Maybe I have just not been here long enough. There was no time yet to meet the dangerous German. Not that I really want to. I am fine with the nice Germans around me.
My home town is rewarded with the title "most dangerous city of Europe". As a woman on her own, I got in the statistics. Every six months. I saw thiefs in house, in the car and in my handbag. I never saw an agent. Not before I cried. And not afterwards.
Not that there is no crime in Germany. Read the newspaper. And I don't live in Frankfurt, Munchen or Berlin. I just live too much in "the middle of nowhere".
Maybe a dangerous German is one like my own German?
One who looks you deep in the eyes and smiles. I feel in danger then.
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