@McFearless [Your profile page would not accept such a long post... so I have posted it here]
While a student in West Berlin for the school year 1969-1970, a German friend asked me to go with him to Denmark in his little sports car, I did. We drove straight to Copenhagen. Being thirsty shortly after arrival he suggested we visit a drinking place to try out the local beer.
The first person we met apparently remembered too well the occupation of Denmark by the Germans in WWII. Discovering my friend was German, even though way too young [born after the war was over] to have been involved, he was quite insulting and nasty about it.
A couple of other men came out of the establishment in support of the man [apparently his friends] but when I said something and they all became aware that I was an American, they backed down from their aggressive attitude. Americans were more acceptable to them. The attitude toward my friend did not soften so I told my friend it was time to leave and we did without ever trying the local beer. It was only a long weekend for us and we needed to get back to school. I never had the opportunity to return even to Europe much less to Denmark.
When I met Pia on this forum a few years ago, hearing the story she explained as best she could what likely had happened. She was also too young to have experienced the Germans in Denmark, but she knew what she had learned from her parents and family... I always did want to return, but now at my age and with my wife in a very weakened condition it is unlikely ever to happen.
While a student in West Berlin for the school year 1969-1970, a German friend asked me to go with him to Denmark in his little sports car, I did. We drove straight to Copenhagen. Being thirsty shortly after arrival he suggested we visit a drinking place to try out the local beer.
The first person we met apparently remembered too well the occupation of Denmark by the Germans in WWII. Discovering my friend was German, even though way too young [born after the war was over] to have been involved, he was quite insulting and nasty about it.
A couple of other men came out of the establishment in support of the man [apparently his friends] but when I said something and they all became aware that I was an American, they backed down from their aggressive attitude. Americans were more acceptable to them. The attitude toward my friend did not soften so I told my friend it was time to leave and we did without ever trying the local beer. It was only a long weekend for us and we needed to get back to school. I never had the opportunity to return even to Europe much less to Denmark.
When I met Pia on this forum a few years ago, hearing the story she explained as best she could what likely had happened. She was also too young to have experienced the Germans in Denmark, but she knew what she had learned from her parents and family... I always did want to return, but now at my age and with my wife in a very weakened condition it is unlikely ever to happen.
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