I was told to write about this story:

As we waited at a corner to cross the street, an old guy started to approach us.

'He must just want to pass us' I thought to myself, so I stepped a little to my left.

Instantly the man's trajectory veered toward me. Placing both hands on my shoulders, he said something that I can only imagine meant 'excusi' in german.

I am profoundly disturbed.