When they started shooting at me it was chilling I guess. I wasn't afraid but I didn't want the dream to go down this route either. I guess egging on the situation wasn't the right thing to do in this case :-) What I didn't mention was. When I was back inside. My workplace had changed into a kind of school hall/assembly with lots of people stood. A guy with a Liverpudlian accent was walking up and down, translating for another German guy following. Shouting and giving orders. I went up to him and shouted at him in his accent, poking fun at him and laughing. It was strange but fun. I have no issues with Germans or people form Liverpool FYI :-) No clues where this came from. |
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