I once worked for a small company, a foundry, in Texas that was owned by a larger company in Montreal. This company in Montreal was founded by a NAZI who had escaped from Germany at the end of WWII to South America and who later emigrated to Canada. I was summoned to Montreal in 1980 on the pretense of an a$$ chewing by the obersturmfuhrer. After the a$$ chewing, they took me to a biergarten down town and we had a grand time drinking beer and singing German marching songs. I returned the favor a couple of years later when they visited my foundry in Texas and I took them to a biergarten in West, Texas during Oktoberfest.
So you spent an evening drinking with Nazi. And you’re proud of this?