Most Sunday mornings are the same for me. I’m an early riser, so I’ll get up and take Billy for a walk and get a coffee and some bread from a local bakery. Then I’ll come back here, drink the coffee, smoke a cig, check email, and maybe do some FFF stuff before Hanni wakes up, and we have breakfast and begin our Sunday.
This morning began like most. On the way to the bakery, I was thinking about writing something here about the football match I went to yesterday. On the way back from the bakery I was only thinking about the growing pain in my face. It seems ridiculous even writing it, but at 10am this morning I was beaten up outside the bakery.
There was a guy with a very tough looking dog. This dog wasn’t on a leash. He was chatting to a woman outside the bakery who also had a dog. The first dog snarled at Billy as we walked into the bakery. On the way out, he ran over and attacked Billy. In the middle of the snarls and Billy’s yelps, the owner did little other than shout to get his dog off Billy. At this point (and of course, time slows down in moments like this, so it felt like Billy had been attacked for ages), I grabbed the collar of the attacking dog and pulled him off Billy. Then I fell to the ground. The dog’s owner had punched me. My glasses went flying as I fell, then I was kicked and punched several more times. I occasionally caught sight of this guy’s angry face as he shouted at me. I can’t say for sure what he said but the words “nicht” and “mein Hund” were in there.
It was all over very quickly, I imagine, but when I got off the pavement, the guy was entering a nearby house, and I was looking on the floor for my glasses. A nice passer-by found them in the gutter. Where’s Billy, though? He was nowhere to be seen on the street, He wasn’t hiding behind parked cars. I took off down the street to look for him. After a minute or so, I saw Billy with two woman. The first woman was the one who I’d initially seen outside the bakery chatting to punching-man. She’d followed Billy when he ran off, and the other woman grabbed Billy as he was nearing a road.
The first woman then helped me back to the bakery, where we sat and had a coffee and a cigarette. She was an angel.
Once I got home, Hanni drove us to wait four hours in a hospital. Because I got hit and kicked in the head they took x-rays (that’s my skull up there at the top of this post) to check that I hadn’t got any fractures to my skull. Thankfully, there’s nothing wrong of great substance; just a painful nose, a bloody and black eye, and a very fat lip.
I also got something more exciting than a football match to blog about…