Der kom min lille, forvrængede hjer

Der kom min lille, forvrængede hjerne igen på overarbejde. Hvordan skulle jeg dog tygge på denne oplevelse uden at dømme, uden at danne mig fordomme om nationale stereotyper, fordi jeg var bange for at skulle stemme DF til næste folketingsvalg og for at skulle melde mig som nynazist? Jeg forestillede mig, hvordan det sorte hagekors ville stå frem på min mælkehvide hud og gøre mig til et uelsket og ondt menneske. Benægt, benægt, benægt. ”Bare rolig, Victor,” tænkte jeg, ”ikke alle tyrkere kører bil på den måde. Politiet skal nok... Eller, der må være nogen der stopper dem, en dag. Måske...,”

Resultater (Engelsk) 1:

There came my small, distorted brain again in overtime. How should I do chew on this experience without judging, without forming my prejudices about national stereotypes, because I was afraid of having to vote in DF for the next Folketing election and of having to sign me as nynazist? I imagined how the black swastika would stand up on my milk white skin and make me an unloved and evil human being. Deny, deny, deny. "Don't worry, Victor," I thought, "not all Turks running the car on the way. The police should be enough ... Or, there may be no stopping them, a day. Maybe ..., "

Resultater (Engelsk) 2:

There was my small, distorted brain back on overtime. How would I chew on this experience without judging, without forming my prejudices about national stereotypes, because I was afraid of having to vote DF for the next general election and of having to sign me as a neo-Nazi? I imagined how the black swastika would stand up on my milky white skin and make me an unloved and evil man. Deny, deny, deny. "Do not worry, Victor," I thought, "not all Turks driving that way. Police'll ... Or, there may be no stopping them, one day. Perhaps...,"

Resultater (Engelsk) 3:

there was my little distorted brain again in overtime. how would i chew on this experience without judgment, without forming me prejudices about national stereotypes, because i was afraid to vote, the df to the next election and to enlist as a neo nazi? i imagined how the black swastika would stand up to my milky white skin and make me an unloved and evil person. deny, deny, deny. "don"t worry, victor," i thought, "not all turks, driving a car on the way. the police will... or, there must be someone who stops them one day. maybe... "