i'm trying to remember all the times i was "subject" to... being... assiociate with a mis-application of ethnicity... i'd walk down edgware rd. with a half-Indian half-scouser girlfriend, and i'd be approached by muslim street preachy-vendors being asked: are you German? and i was like: internal dialogue: iz ziß ver v vype ut zee Ju? i always replied: guess... counter to German, i woz eh Schveed... i gave up... but after a few more instances... i voz alvayz: die deutsche... oh... you think that the English are no suspect? the innocence of being asked: where are you from? will always be countered with... Leibzig... or... Kiel... i almost felt like an actor... all that was missing was the schutzstaffel uniform and a smirk of a catholic schoolboy from: Witten, Bavaria... oh... not unlike the reaction from the movie falling down, where some poor schmuck gets lectured on the distinction between a Japean and Korean (does anyone really need the correct -ese, "person"?) - we all know that the **** think they are the master race of the asians... so... why bother? but i was kindly reminded, the Muslims were all wet ***** asking me: are you zee gerrrrrrman? you know how painful it sometimes is... to play out the expected question to the questioner's leveling of surprise? for me? that's like asking me whether i'm a ******* rushkie... no... i am not part of any... "ummah"... wasn't the dajjal supposed to arrive from Babylon, as the head of the Iranian army? so i nod, yes, i'm German, and in England that's like: visa... or... something that the post-colonial former powers do not fathom... Germany might have given birth to the Nazis... but it didn't give birth to the colonial bureaucrat... feeble... a reader of Kant... like me... whatever cocktail of ****-wits and party-pleasers is to come out of all this... 20 years into the 21st, grand opera, of a century to end all centuries... most of the time... it's better that these people understand that i am German than figure out: exotica postcard from the nowhere that's Poland... like: kommensie um! kommensie um! like some hanzel und gretyl witch... i play the German... back where: i'm just the "failed" generic similar... but no... i could tell apart a Thai from a ***... and a *** from a Ching... maybe... but then a Maroccan from a Libyan from an Iraqi from a Saudi from a Yemenese? well... am i alone? looks like most of these, people, can't tell the difference between a German and a ******... so... what? and more notably... what? oh right... there's also a "now"? pull me a sly Bogart will you... i need to forget that James Bond didn't really exist... *******... carry on Casablanca! that's all that James Bond ever was... carry on! Casablanca.