If he had his choice, he would be German, certainly. Germany had been treated shabbily in World War II, he lamented. Its citizens pushed around, its Sudetenland stolen. I don't know how he came to believe that this was the main event of World War II, this victimization of Germany, but he was very bothered.
I told him I'm Jewish. It seemed to have no connection in his mind to a discussion of the Second World War. I teased him, gently, saying—without using the word—that he sounded like a 1940s German nationalist. He told me that's precisely what he was.
I thought: I just slept with a Nazi.