My travels with the Hitlerjugend

Of course there was no Hitlerjugend in Argentina and any member of it was a generation older than me so I could never have travelled with any of them. But there was this group of tall, slim, blond (pelo lacio), coloured eye students in my University, mostly with German, British and Spanish family names (yes, Spaniards -known as Godos, Goths - are a Nordic nation). They had this suntanned skin only acquired through hours of practice of rugby, polo, tennis and yachting, all those open air goyische team sports. Buenos Aires's English schools were famous for their rugby teams, an exclusive sport totally foreign to my mentality. I never understood it, I was physically revolted by it. However, I bought a large T shirt with wide horizontal red and white strips, related to any of those fashionable local school rugby (American football) teams. I recognize that it is a shame, my fake look of rugbier, but I pardon myself because it was decades ago and it only shows - once more dear - that I am a suggestible fashion moron like everybody else. The Hitleryouth were uniformly mediocre students. They were very intelligent but had this inhibition to outshine their friends. Only we, the Jews, were ferociously competitive in school, although the Japanese also were excellent students but they didnt look the part. They looked like pampa natives, ordinario. I used to travel weekends from La Plata to Buenos Aires in the train, meeting my School's Hitlerjugend sitting all together. I would have loved to be invited to sit with them, but never was. They were indifferent. Never offensive, they just felt no need to have me with them, they felt no curiosity towards me. When young, I was tall, blond and athletic, and smart and rich too, but in the train they put up that invisible sign of "To the Future Israeli Water Engineer: Not interested". If I became pushy and actively tried to make friends with them, I was never rejected nor accepted, they tacitly made me feel out of my place, which I was. Nothing was ever said or done that I could feel angry at. I cannot even say that they were cold or chilly towards me. They were OK.

I remembered all these reading about the prepuce-pullers. When Judea became part of Alexander's empire, the Greeks built gymnasiums and practiced open air nude wrestling and other typical goyishe sports. Jewish boys wanted to be part of this proto-Hitlerjugend crowd and they were accepted and made members of the best gymnasium. But I bet Jewish boys felt out of their place, not rejected neither insulted, exquisitely politely and fairly treated. The Hitlerjugend is very good at being politically correct. The Greek boys called the Jews prepuce-pullers, because they vere ashamed of their circumcized organ and they trained it by pulling down the little skin they have left, hoping that it will distend and appear as an uncut Ancient Greek prepuce. Coming to think of it, what an artistic, exquisite insult! Prepuce-puller! First, it is true and undeniable. They were all the time pulling it. Second, it makes no reference to any inborn body feature, like a sneering "No foreskin!" or your skin is black, or you smell like a piece of shit, or your ears are like a monkey's. Each people has its preferred way of insulting: Romans and their Latin American descendants never forget to remind one of our mother's original profession, the Hungarians insult one's God and promise to anally rape him, our cousins the Arabs love to recall one's ancestors, the pigs and the monkeys. We contemporary Israelis have yet to develope an unified style, as the Ashkenazi elite's efforts (Ben-Amotz) were not adopted by shuk's masses. Prepuce puller is the original politically correct antisemitic non-insult. My fellow Hitlerjugend travellers in the Buenos Aires - La Plata train had a natural feeling for this exquisite art of politically correct non-insulting. They were born masters in this art.

I would have loved to sit with them on the train.

The pic illustrates what I am talking about. The pic shows el Che, later known as Dr Ernesto Guevara, in his Buenos Aires rugbier Hitlerjugend phase.

Cuando se pronuncia el nombre del "Che" se piensa en todo menos en el rugby. Aunque fue un ignoto jugador, quienes lo conocieron lo recuerdan por su buen tackle, el ventoline y porque era el único back de la época que jugaba con orejeras. Se inició en rugby en el año 1942 en el desaparecido Estudiantes de Córdoba, luego se trasladó a la Ciudad de Buenos Aires y allí jugó en tres clubes entre 1947 y 1950. De esta experiencia surgió el Guevara periodista que en 1951 fundó la revista Tackle junto a su hermano Roberto y un grupo de amigos. El resto de su vida transitó por otros horizontes.