I said: “Joe, we have get out of here now or they will kill us.”

“Yo man, they are Nazis!” I said to Joe.
It was in the middle of the night, around three or four o’clock in the morning, when we drove home in this little rattletrap of a car. My buddy Joe had passed his driving license that day, so we went to a club in Quickborn to celebrate his achievement. Up until that point it had been a good evening.

“No way! They are Poles or Russians. What Nazis? There are no Nazis here…
This is Alter-Teichweg. There are only foreigners here, like us, “Joe said to me, laughing. We stood at the traffic light. He was right, this neighbourhood was inhabited mainly by foreigners. It was a well-known socially troubled area.
But these 15 guys across the street were certainly no migrants! No Poles or Russians either.
With their bomber jackets, combat boots with white shoelaces they really looked like textbook Nazis. That’s why I pointed over to the guys again: “Look Joe, these guys have got to be Nazis!”.

But it was already too late.

The group had discovered us two dark haired boys in the small Fiat Cinque-Cento and came over to us.
You must know, this car was not really a car, it was more of a cardboard box with wheels. The bald men reached us quickly and began to shake and rock the car.

We were trapped.

The rocking became more and more intense and they almost lifted the car on one side.

With panic in my voice I said, “Joe, we have get out of here now or they will kill us.”

While Joe tried to start the engine of the car, I took of my seat belt and got mentally ready for what was about to happen. I could fight, yes. But there were just too many of them. I looked through the window at their aggressive faces.

One of the men had taken a baseball bat out of his jacket and started hitting the hood of the car with it.
Then he jumped on top of the car and smashed the front window with his club. Next they smashed the window of the driver’s door and two guys pulled Joe out of the car.

Before I knew what was happening I found myself out on the street. I immediately got a blow to the back of my head and went down.
Luckily, I could protect my head and face lying on the ground. I laid there trying to double guard myself as best as I could so the main body parts were protected. I tried to absorb the kicks and punches with my back and stomach muscles. That’s what I’ve learned at martial arts over the years: “Always protect your face and your head!”.

After a while I grabbed one of the attacker’s feet with my right hand and pulled him down to the ground.
For a split second we saw eye to eye. With my left I aimed a punch directly at his jaw.

The first one was KO.

I was able to get up, scraped around, dodged blows, and beat one or two of these guys. But there were just too many of them!
When I swung around to give the next one a jab, I felt a sharp, stabbing pain in my shoulder.

Another guy drew his knife and stabbed me in the throat. Where did the weapons suddenly come from? A third one had a carpet knife in his hand and slashed it through my face.

Within second I was covered in my own blood.
The guys let go of me and ran away.
I looked over to Joe.
Out of the 15 guys, there were four left. One stood over Joe and stabbed him.

Full of adrenaline, I ran over and kicked the guy with the knife away from my friend. The rest of the attackers left us and ran off into the dark of the night.

I looked around and what unfolded in front of my eyes was horrifying. What I saw looked like a war battlefield scene from the movies.

With bare hands I tore my T-shirt off my body and wrapped it around my neck to help stop the bleeding.
The cut in the face was so deep and gaping that I could put a finger right through my cheek.

But I did not feel a thing.

I grabbed Joe, who laid unconsciously on the ground and dragged him with the last of my strength to the next gas station. I furiously knocked on the window of the night desk and cried: “Help! Quick, we need an ambulance!”.
That is the last thing I remember before collapsing on the ground.

There we were. Both half dead.

The next thing I know I am in an ambulance. The emergency doctor managed to stop the bleeding. But I was still in a trance.

Joe wasn’t so lucky. He was in intensive care.