Disbelief

Late in the afternoon the rain stopped for a few minutes, so I went outside with George to take a few photos of him. Apparently my friendly nazi neighbor (who on a different occasion had said right into my face that under Hitler people like me would have been gassed) didn't like that, so he shouted at me to get lost at once. And when I dared to talk back to him he threatened me with violence - luckily his daughter dragged him back into his house when he started to raise his fist.

All George could do was stare in disbelief.