16/08/2026
Non ci Provate, ve pigliamm a curtellate.
This , around 3 a.m., I was at my bar on Danziger Straße. We were finishing a drink, and the front door was already locked. Suddenly we heard a loud bang and saw a young girl with her back pressed against the entrance door, which is set back in a small alcove hidden from the view of the street.
I was behind the bar. I turned toward the door and saw the face of this piece of s**t forcing the girl against it. I threw myself at the door, trying to open it, but I couldn’t because their combined weight was holding it shut. So I grabbed a kitchen knife and showed it to him. The guy immediately ran off as fast as he could.
As soon as he fled, I managed to open the door. He was already running toward the Kulturbrauerei. Thankfully, I didn’t end up chasing him and getting myself into serious legal trouble.
Unfortunately, the girl—I’d guess she was no older than 15 or 16—was in complete shock. When I approached her, she started screaming at everyone around her.
The comments people made afterward were things like, “What’s a girl that young doing out on the street at this hour?”
