History Lesson

When the 3rd Reich defeated a country, they took ownership of it and all it's assets. But when Germany lost the war, nobody took ownership of them. Sure the US and Russia made them pay in one way or another, but one must conclude it's surprising countries don't attack each other more - after all, what do they have to lose?

Took the Metro home today and at Norreport station our train was attacked entering the station by a thousand football hooligans, banging on the windows and doors. The "Kobenhavn Boys" boarded like a virus, driving families and old ladies quickly to the exit. I kept my eyes on the magical verse of the historical novel TEXAS by James A. Michener, but looked up from time to time to eyeball the happenings and file this faithful report.

I saw graffiti, destruction of property, placement of club stickers over security camera bubbles, punching of holes, drinking of alcohol (legal on Metro trains) combined with ample cigarette smoking and loud noises. Doors were broken and a window smashed but the teams of riot police in tow did nothing to stop the carnage.

The chanting was rhythmic and a smile crept to my right mouth corner as they all jumped up and down in unison, nearly driving us from the track and forcing a lengthy delay. Then came the Nazi salutes, and skinhead behavior that made things tense, at least in my own head. It felt strange to be in the middle of that mix. Quite strange indeed. I wanted to confront them, but their numbers were too strong and that's all I'll say about that.

Dressed in dark blue they did, my favorite color. Borderline black some would say. In the middle of such a group it was easy to feel their collective strength and individual insecurities. I saw the look in their eyes as they made the stiff arm German gesture and the smiles and laughter that followed. I placed myself back in time and really felt something inside. Goddamn did I want to do something. What did I have to lose?