When I was in high school, we had a student in our class who was a Nazi.  I'm German and went to a German school, so when I say nazi I mean a literal nazi.  He has spoken literally and with conviction that Hitler fled to Argentina, that his death was staged and that the Nazis will come back to power and more bullshit.  And he once insulted his foreign classmates and tried to attack them.  His parents and grandparents were no different.  So, back to the story.  We had physical education classes and decided to play football.  After 2 or 3 games, my team played against the one with this classmate.  I was close to the opponent's goal and the ball was passed to me.  I shot at goal but missed.  The ball bounced off the post from the goal and landed in who's crotch?  Right, this student.  He let out a cry of pain and got on his knees.  He went to the bench and so did I so the teams were even.  In fact, I went to the bank voluntarily because it was my fault.  When the student came to school the next day, it was obvious that he was still in pain.  The next time again and then again and we advised him to go to the doctor.  But he didn't want anyone touching his balls.  I only know what happened next from my sister, who was a doctor's assistant.  His parents noticed this over the weekend and took him to the doctor.  The doctor felt his now swollen and purple scrotum and said that his testicles were severely twisted and blood supply was not possible.  It was necessary to operate.  The doctor is said to have cut open his scrotum and twisted the testicles in the hope that they would draw blood again and heal.  But it happened... nothing.  It was too late.  To prevent blood poisoning, his testicles were removed and his scrotum sewn up again.  I was not blamed as it was an accident and he refused to go to the doctor.  Of course we all laughed at him privately.  After all, we all hated him.  During the summer holidays, he and his parents moved away.  His grandparents stayed in their house.  He had no siblings, uncles or aunts.