“...right out the front of my house—that’s at 1401 Beetle Avenue, sir...Yes, it says ‘Nazi’...I’m not sure what you mean...Well, no, sir...Actually, yes, I did think you would come to—I see. Is defacing public property not a crime in this country?...No, no. I understand. Yes, okay. Thank you. Fine.”
He came to the door of the living room, his expression grim.
“What are they going to do?” I asked.
“Officer Johnson said if it was bothering me, I could paint over it,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Aren’t they coming to investigate?”
Jürgen unwound his bow tie as he shook his head.
“But...why not? This is harassment!”
“The police officer said it’s to be expected, given the circumstances,” Jürgen muttered bitterly. “He suggested I might want to buy the paint in bulk so I’ve got some ready for next time.”