3:00 PM or thereabouts on a Holy Saturday

 I was driving at 3:00 PM.

I was still driving a little later when by good fortune (or misfortune), I espied, by chance this pile of blocks at a construction site.

Dazzled and at the same time taken aback by the sheer bigness of the stack of stone blocks, I drove on to the parking spot of what in English-Chinese, I’ll call Kaulins 停车站。

And wouldn’t you know it?  We’re parked next to a Swasticar.

I was immediately filled with these urges to goose step, to blitzkrieg, to strut around in jack boots, to sing the Horst Wessel song, and to invade  Poland.

I should ask this local to 卖你的纳粹汽车!