My friend is obsessed with the Holocaust.
He tells me, in great detail, what the Nazi's did to people. Says I need to be educated about the atrocities. Historical medicine.
He knows I'm Jewish for Christ sakes.
I know plenty.
He dreams of living in Germany. Berlin, in fact. He vacations there to look at apartments. East Berlin flats are cheap, he says. He could buy it and spend half his time in Europe. Shows me photographs, asks me to choose the best one. They look like the same gray concrete to me.
He talks about how liberal Germany is now, and why I shouldn't judge the kids based on what their grandfathers did to my ancestors.
He's half Jewish on one side of the family.
I half listen.
He's created a police state in his head. They enact laws to control his actions, torment him. Totalitarian bastards. Only eat salad this week. One cup of coffee per day. Don't go to the brothel.
The police in his head work for a while until...they don't.
Then it's back to red meat, caffeine and prostitutes.
I call him. Take him out for steak dinner.
© 2013 Carol Deminski
