An unforgettable encounter (GM)

Some of you may have read this before, but I am prompted to repost it.

On the 22nd of September, last year, I was still in Germany, the same place where I was first shown the light and became a pedophile. Now I had another chance!

I had just left a supermarket, and as I turned on to the sidewalk there was a third-grade girl with long blond hair in front of me. However, I did not want to spook her, because I thought the ped-hysteria here
was almost equal to that of the US & UK, so I walked past her without looking at her.
She fell behind for a moment, checking me out, and then sped up until she was at my side.
"Entshuldigen Sie, bitte, wieviel Uhr ist es?" She saw that I had a watch, so she asked me the time. I replied that it was 15:32, or around "halb vier" as they call it. She had a character trait that is all too rare: when she saw something that she wanted, she went for it.
She replied "Danke", then smiled some love into my heart. I was hooked.
She turned slightly and began to move in the direction of her home while still talking to me, so naturally I walked with her.

During the exchange of information which any new encounter entails, she learned that I was from the States and told me that she was just beginning to learn English (that's how I knew that she was in the third grade). Perfect!
Now I had a legitimate and societally-approved reason to be with her: I could help her with this subject!

For the next few blocks we walked along, enjoying each other's company, and then I freaked her out by asking her if I could address her in the familiar form "Du". Up until then, I had used the polite form of
address ("Sie) with her.
An explanatory note is needed here: in German, "Sie" is the polite form of address, used to show respect, and used for your boss or professor, for example, and all strangers until you know them. It is used when
speaking to someone on or above "your level".
"Du" is the familiar form of address, for friends, family, pets, and children. It is used when speaking to someone on or below "your level".

Germans do not address a child with "Sie"; it simply is not done!
I knew without asking that I was the first adult in her life who had addressed her as an equal. And when I asked her permission to use the informal with her, that, too was, a first for her. Naturally I told her to
address me the same way, and wondered if that were new for her also: to be on a "first-name basis" with an adult.

As we walked, every 50 paces or so, she would stop so that we could turn to each other and look directly into each other's eyes while talking for a few moments. I have never met a girl like that! She took control
from the beginning. I could no more have resisted her than I could have resisted gravity. Nor did I try to fight the hook.

We walked to the door of her apartment building, she showed me her family name next to the proper buzzer, then buzzed her mom and said: (in German) "I met a nice American; I want to stay down here on the sidewalk and speak to him awhile; I'll be up later'.
Her mother immediately told her to come upstairs at once. It looked almost as though someone had let the air from a balloon; she sagged and sighed and turned to tell me that I should meet her next day and we could talk some more on the way home.
What I did not know was that some neighbors had seen us together and called her mom!
I knew what was coming, so I said "Tell your mom I want to meet her."

Later that evening, I could see her face in front of my eyes; I could feel her inside of my head; I could feel the bond between us.

The next day, I was at an indoor standup coffee counter when she passed by on the way from school.
A woman met her, so I went out onto the sidewalk and followed them for a few paces. I said only "Verzeihung" as I passed, and walked rapidly away. I guess she told her mom that it was me, because when I reached the front of the next store I walked a few paces past it, then turned and walked back to the entrance. I could see her mom holding her back. I saw her twice after that; both times she hid, as though she were afraid. I do not mean stalking in any way, shape, or form: these were random encounters.
Once, she summoned the courage to tell me that the neighbors had ratted us out, then she ran before they could report having seen us together.

One can only surmise that her mother scolded her severely for even talking to me, and poisoned her mind at the same time. Her mother walks her home from school every day now.

A beautiful, spontaneously free child is now reduced to another paranoid kid who bolts at the sight of every stranger.

Reflecting upon it, I should have stayed at the coffee counter. I think the story would have played differently.
However, since I had nothing to hide I strolled past them to give her a chance to say "There he is; why don't you talk with him?" That's what I was hoping would happen, but her mother had no intention of
letting me prove that she was wrong to call me a bogeyman.

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? I didn't like it as a child, and I don't enjoy it now. The feeling that
you've had your heart and soul ripped out of you is not enjoyable. Sure, we only spent a half-hour together, but it was enough for us to feel the affinity. Occasionally you can sense when someone is right for you.

That, by the way, was the reason behind my advising childlovers to leave the west behind.
Not for sex: you can't even have a platonic relationship with a kid now. The rot has spread to western Europe now, also.