PSEUDO

In the middle of the night a taxi driver noticed a rumbling noise under the car during an empty ride. Whilst traveling down Fördestrasse, the taxi had caught a body on the road and dragged it along for almost twenty metres. But the man on the street was already dead by that time. Probably another vehicle had run him over at the place where hitchhikers used to stand. For years undesirable hitchhikers have been intimidated here with gestures and steering manoevers. Was it the brainless fascist skinheads again, who already before went on a manhunt in their car on the bicycle path towards the Olympic Centre?
Briefing:
A 15-year-old pseudo-punk joins the Kiel punk scene and experiences a really blatant and wired time, which culminated in the Hanover Chaos Days 1983. It is puzzling why he suddenly joined the new skinhead scene around the wicked ex-punks Gonnrad and the Konz brothers. What got him into it? When the teenager later realises that the first skins are taking on right-wing radical tendencies, he tries to break away from the scene. But that doesn't turn out to be that easy. Finally he pulls the ripcord after another incident, even if he would have liked to remain a skinhead - England-style and working-class just like in the beginning. He manages to get out after a brutal fight with Stidi, one of the chief skins. But the price is high. His face is smashed and his reputation ruined. Many punks are resentful and can't forgive him for the excursion into the strange world of skinheads. And even for the skins it is not over and done with yet. There is massive trouble on both sides.
Blurb
The madness of the 80s: self-destructive punks, scolding old Nazis, marauding skinheads and street clubs, aspiring young Nazis and overtaxed policemen on the Chaos Days. After an incident against a rocker, a disoriented skinhead ended up at a New Year's Eve party full of ordinary people:
"I remember there was a lot of light in the flat. The bright light and the white wallpaper hurt my eyes. In my boozy state I scribbled something on the white wallpaper in the hallway: "Oi! Oi! Oi!", the battle cry of the skinheads. But I was afraid that this could be brought back to us, and I painted a T before: 'Toi! Toi! Toi!' "