How I Turned the Tables on a Racist German Girl
In 2018, I went to Budapest with fellow students in my master’s program who were relatively new to me. It was a holiday trip and naturally, we took a lot of group pictures. One morning, a few of us went horse riding. It was the first horse riding in my life.
I’m sure the horse did not think it was my first time. My horse would’ve thought, “This guy knows exactly what he’s doing. I wish he would ride me every day. I wish he would play polo sitting on me. Polo is called The Gentleman’s Sport and he does look like a gentleman.”
I was prettay prettay good. I requested a 6-year-old cute girl standing in front of me to take a picture of me riding the horse. She took a picture better than I ever could. Unfortunately, I was not alone in the picture.
My German classmate Olivia was also riding her horse behind me. She looked like she did not want to be in the picture and/or in the picture with me. But her horse? She was more excited to be in the picture than I was.
After my Budapest trip, I went home — Norway. I was so excited to post that picture on social media — like any attention whore would be. I had to ask Olivia’s permission before posting it. Because I’m a gentleman.
