Imagination run amok…
I was about 45. I had a front row center seat in a small local theater. I was watching a play about a young Jewish woman who had become a Carmelite nun.
I believe this was Arthur Giron’s play based on Edith Stein’s life. She was both a nun as I’ve noted and a writer of great depth. Ms. Stein was sainted by the Pope in the late 90s.
At this point in the play, two Nazi Storm Troopers, hob nail boots and all, marched out on stage. The two men looked as mean as rabid dogs. They arrested the nun directly above my seat. It scared the wits out of me.
Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey 