A few years ago, when I lived in Berlin, I was traveling alone at night on public transport. When I wanted to change - the name of the stop I had forgotten - a group of young men surrounded me with hochgegelten hair and partly in muscle shirts. prevented to go on and caused by the mass intimidated me was held that I look with my hair like a woman and not at all very unmanly and that I was probably gay, or whatever else. The accompanying tone of voice revealed that the speaker somehow look feminine or gay for something pretty bad thought. I had lost the challenge with the group and then bounce off the interest in me. Only a little push, I got missed, as the types departed in a swarm movement toward its retracted S-Bahn.
Later I told a friend of the not very pleasant experience. His comment to me is the wording, not one, but the sense was it an ironic remark referred to what would have meant, in the current discourse of immigrant-Muslim male culture. I hesitated. Not a word I had mentioned in my description, handle is a group of immigrant or Muslim young people. That they had to believe me that is not given the slightest reason - neither in appearance (the leader was even blond) or by the debate, which tend to autochontem Berlin, when, after from wherever her Zugezogenem sounded.
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