The Series Of My Life - Season 2 - Episode 10

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The Series Of My Life - Season 2 - Episode 10

The Nazi Skin Heads
As soon as I got home, I brought down my
bag and picked up the gun. I thought of a
proper place to hide it. The best I could
remember was outside the Berlin center.
Everywhere in Berlin Mitte, Pankow,
Neukoln and Charlottenburg were tared. There
was a hill in Tempelhof area where Anja, a
German girl I had dated took me to smoke
weed. I remembered that there was an
abandoned railway station under the hill. I
decided to go there and dispose off the gun.
I boarded the S-Bahn, (another train line
that circled berlin, slightly larger than the U-
bahn) and headed to the hill with the gun in
my pocket.

There were numerous Police officers in every
station. They looked into the train at every
station.

I got to the hill safely and went straight to
the abandoned station.

” Fvcking Nigga, Du ashlock” I heard from
my back as soon as I dipped my hand inside
my pocket to bring out the gun.

Two skin head Nazi punks came out from an
open door that I had just passed.
”What are you doing here” one of them said
in German.

I had turned to face them while moving back
slowly. They were moving faster than me and
it was only a matter of seconds before they
reached me. My mind was racing fast.
‘Run run run’ my mind shouted inside my
head.

I didn’t know where to run to. The platform
ended 15 meters behind me. It was bush
from there on. I also remembered that
abandoned railways usually had a lot of metals
scattered all around it.

They were already four meters from me and
closing in fast. I pulled out the gun and
removed the safety latch. One of them
stopped while the other one was still coming
but on a slower pace.

” Ta ta ta” I released three shots in the
open air. The advancing punk stopped. He
started tracing his steps backwards slowly. I
started moving forward towards them again.
The smaller one who had stopped coming
towards me earlier started running out of The
station while the bigger one who was advancing
towards me moved ten meters away and
stopped. I pointed the gun between his legs
and released a shot. He jumped up and joined
his friend in the race out of the station. I
watched them scrambled out of the station
down to the single tared road. I jumped down
from the platform and walked fast up the hill.
I got to the top of the hill and sat down on
the grass monitoring North, West, East and
the South at the same time. I heard no other
sound. Fear had started to creep inside me.

I was scared of the police and the Nazi
Punks too. They could regroup and return
with more of them. I knew the Nazis hated
foreigners especially the blacks.

Throwing the gun away at that point was no
more an option. The punks could return and if
they did, I would have been defenseless. I
decided to hang on to the metal, Afterall the
cops said it was an Arabic man who had shot
the cop at the Hessenheide park. I walked
down to the other side of the hill, holding
trees occasionally to prevent me from falling. I
Busted out to the motorway but unfortunately
there was no close bus stop. It was an
isolated area. I couldn’t even determine
where the S-Bahn was located.

I started walking up the road to my right. I
didn’t know where it led to but it was a
better option to going back to the abandoned
station. I considered the gun to be just a
scare to enable me escape, not to fight. It
was an 8-round automatic metal. It had 7
bullets in it when I left the house. I had
released four shots at the abandoned station.
It remained three and I figured the punks
may also know about the number of bullets in
such guns. Those white people usually had
knowledge of so many things.

A car was coming towards me from the back.
As I turned back to look, I saw a green and
white car approaching. My heart skipped. It
was the police car. They blazed past me and
stopped 50 meters ahead. Those bastards
hardly let something pass without enquiry. I
was torn between running into the nearby bush
and walking up to them. I decided to walk up
to them.