I most likely forgot many occasions, when rowdies threatened to punch or kick me, because these occurred frequently. But I know and told you already that I got threatened with knives four times. I said that one time wasn’t serious. Maybe you’d like to know how I can be so sure. I tell you what happened. A female fellow student brought a cake for some fellow students more. She didn’t want to take any remnants back with her. She asked me to eat them, but I couldn’t because I was full already. So she took her long kitchen knife and threatened me with it from some distance. I could have defeated my fellow student easily, but I didn’t want to hurt her. So I forced myself to eat the remaining pieces of the cake.

Another jest, which I found even less funny, happened during my time in the Bundeswehr, the German army. There I was once threatened with a loaded machine-gun! Yes, a real and loaded machine-gun! This happened on a military shooting range of course. I was in the junior team of a shooting club before. This was only with airguns, but these are the best way to learn the basics of shooting. So I was quite good in shooting when I had to serve in the Bundeswehr. When we went to the shooting range, I used to be the first to line up. Then I hit every required target and was actually finished for the day. This had only the disadvantage that I still had to loiter on the shooting range all day. So in retrospect this wasn’t my best idea. Maybe I could have had more fun if I wouldn’t have hit every target with the first attempt. But I disliked very much that I had to cover every hole, which I made in the target, with a small sticker. I’m quite slow by nature and so there were always complaints that I would be too slow. So once I was at putting stickers on the targets and suddenly heard our corporal shout: “Fire at will!” I looked behind me. The machine-gun on this lane was loaded and ready. I saw who was next at the machine-gun, although in some distance. He had moved away after loading it. Probably only because he already knew that I would need a while. When our corporal gave his order, then my comrade could have made use of it and shot me without being responsible. The corporal takes the responsibility on himself with such an order. So I could have got shot if anybody would have wanted to kill me. But I was experienced enough in judging enemies already, so that I knew that I wouldn’t get shot. I simply continued putting stickers on the holes in the targets. My experience in the martial arts allowed me this. I heard later that our master-sergeant was as pissed as impressed by this behaviour.