After I leave San Pedro Prison, after I talk to the guy in the kiosk, I stand in the plaza and see that there are a group of late teens/early 20-somethings. They are wearing a lot of black, but look quite happy to see one another.
They proceed to greet each other warmly, shaking hands, touching their palms to their chests, then proceeded to Zig-Heil one another. In fact, some of them even say “Heil.” Which is doubly disconcerting, given the fact that I had previously dismissed a girl with a swastika armband.
And wherever I go, it’s fairly easy to dismiss the swastikas that one sees spray-painted/drawn. Such as the one below, outside of the Hebrew school.
I briefly consider talking to the neo-Nazis and showing them my Israeli passport. Very briefly. Earlier, I had considered asking that girl why she had a swastika armband. I made a deal with myself that if I saw someone else with a swastika armband, I’d ask them why they had one. Luckily, the neo-Nazis didn’t have accoutrements, so I didn’t have to stick to my personal pledge.
Ah, and for the record, you can buy Mein Kampf in Spanish on the street, as well.
It’s all a bit troubling, no?