Very Sebald-like:

When I started secondary school there was a girl who was half-German. I was fascinated by the romance of it and didn’t even think of the war. I’d heard all these strange exotic place names like Bavaria and Prussia. I quite fancied being half-German myself. I asked tactless questions and couldn’t understand why her response was so hostile. I couldn’t understand why she wasn’t proud and didn’t want to talk about it. Looking back I can see that she must have been teased horribly.