Some times a random memory comes to you when you least expect it:
There was one night Savanna and I were coming home on the bus – I know Louisa was there, not sure if it was Emily or Judy with her – and the people started throwing vegetables at this one man. I mean like full on Monty Python with flying lettuce and cabbage. Turns out the guy was a former Stasi-informer and all these people were attacking him. It got to the point where the bus driver pulled over and told the man to get out – for his own safety. That’s when the wolves circled in for the kill and the spitting began.
As he got off he was hollering, “YOU DON”T KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE!!”