Last night
Picture the scene, if you will. A girl I've only recently met invited me and several pals over to her new flat for Eurovision. Many genial Australians, a smattering of Scots, and a lot of tasty punch. At some point in the evening, conversation turns to the fact that this girl has managed to score (a very rare, as I understand) dual nationality for Germany and Australia, due to the fact her grandad has his nationality illegally revoked by the Nazis, cos of being a Jew and that. This is important.

Conversation moves on. More punch/wine/crackers are consumed. Silliness abounds.

Later, we're discussing places we'd like to live. My friend Andrew starts waxing lyrical about his time in New York after working for one of those American summer camps that parents spend thousands of dollars on. Apparently, it was a camp for Jewish kids. Someone overhears this, and asks 'What's a Jewish camp?'

Everybody turned to Andrew, and in the split second of silence before he answered the word just fell out of my mouth. 'Auschwitz?'

It really wasn't funny.
(jennymnemonic, Sun 15 May 2011, 12:09, 2 replies)

I worked on one of those.
Other than meeting my wife and working with some of the people there in the same boat, it was a living fucking hell:

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( Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...", Sun 15 May 2011, 12:16, closed)

Dana International?
Oh, that's a camp Jew.
( flake has nothing against your right leg, Sun 15 May 2011, 20:07, closed)