I write stories for the newspaper in my hometown
When I write about the Neo-Nazi violence
When I tell the stories of the foreigners beaten on the U-bahn
My friends and neighbors come to tell me I should stop
They say I am obsessed with the negative side of human nature
This is a problem everywhere in the world they say
They tell me I unfairly generalize about Germany

When I sit in the presence of the victims of violence
When I see the brutality which has been inflicted upon them
Or when I interview the Neo-Nazi who inflicted the violence
It is then that I understand the attempts to silence me
They want me to stop because it threatens their fantasy
I threaten their illusion that everything is normal

They drive to work in their private cars
While poor people who depend on the public transportation
Now walk to work in the cold because they are afraid
People with dark skin are afraid to be out at night
They all understand the concept of nationalism
But the Germans have the luxury of their fantasy
Because they are not poor, their skin is white
And they are German