Da scary Berlin-Wedding, ey

My home area Berlin-Wedding comes with a high criminality rate, odd freaks on the streets and various smells (to be imagined here: a dark gloomy street, high walls, houses close to each other, and stream pouring from the strangest wholes and corners. Spooky).
A scared skinny woman I hold on to my hand bag, look hastely around left right behind me below me behind me, rush on. Quick steps I make. Steam in that quirky street. A rat takes the same route. Before me, out of the dark, peels a group of youngsters, hoodies, baggy trousers, a cigarette in the corner of the mouth. I squeeze my handbag, just a few hundred metres until I am home. It's freezing, I can see my breath. I hasten along, when one of the youngsters steps in my way. I stop, look at him, swallow hard.

"Excuse me", he says. "You are alone!" He adds: "Fancy a fuck?"
Politely I decline: "Thank you, but not at the moment. But thanks."

"Okay, bye!" he utters shyly, mixes with his group again. Silence.

I walk home now. Oddly touched.