In America, my wife and I were taking our daughter to march in a parade. It was a very hot day and along the way we saw an elderly gentleman hitchhiking. We stopped to give him a ride and found out he was marching in the same parade. He spoke with a very heavy German accent and his name was Fritz. We struck up a friendship with Fritz and found out as a young man in WW2 he had worked on the Battleship Bismarck. It truly is a small world.