They shave their heads and throw the salute

Running behind on blog entries so I'll so a few in a row here and boy do I have some things to write about.
Last Saturday I went to my first concert in town with two girlfriends from the dorm. It was a pricey concert but my friend said that the headliner band was "totally worth it." So I decided to go.
We start our journey on the tram taking it until our directions told us and then we had to walk about a kilometer past the tram stop. It was a series of lefts and rights and right agains and as we walked we noticed the streets getting a little dirtier and less crowded with people. At one point we passed a house that had 7 to 8 grungy middle aged men sitting on the broken boarded and paint chipped porch. But we laughed and took note to take a taxi home.
The last stretch of the journey led us down an ally, pretty well lit in actuality, and to a man selling tickets for the show. We bought three tickets and entered the joint.
The inside was like any other bar, two nice enough bartenders serving cheap beer; the walls displayed a number of figures including a graffitied portrait of Bob Marley. A space was cleared for 'dancing' and tables were set up for setting drinks down while you enjoyed the show. The first band were tuning their instruments up on stage while we grabbed a beer and went to a table behind the 'dance' floor.
Finally the band started playing and as it was all in Polish we just bobbed our heads and danced around a little bit. At this time the crowd began to congregate on the dance floor and moving to the music. The girls had partially shaved heads, plaid where there could fit in into their wardrobe, and big, hunking army boots which they kicked around as they danced in the punk rock style that has been popular for some time. (Lame excuse for dancing if you ask me.) The guys had camoflauge where the girls had plaid, T-shirts old and worn, and often suspenders which held up their skin tight pants. And they all had completely shaved heads. Looking around I noticed that more and more of the guys had this shaved head, skinheads. The band played on and it went to leave but recieved an encour. The request went out for some song and the band agreed to play.
The song started out like their others, lots of guitar, crap bass, and a drum skeme that lacked creativity and the dance floor filled up. Then I thought I understood some of the lyrics, was that english? Yes, it was english. "Skin head for life!" was repeated over and over and the crowd did something I least expected. They all threw up the Nazi salute. Girls, guys, young, old all put their flattened hands towards the band at that unmistakable angle.
It was a werid an scary feeling to be in that bar then. Us three girls decided to just play it cool until the headliners came on and certainly get our money's worth of the music. In between bands you could hear, "Adolf! Adolf! For Life!" I just wanted to scream at them all and ask them how they, of all the countries affected by the War, could remain so ignorant. I want to bust full beer bottles over the guys' heads. But I also didn't want to get the crap beat out of me.
The headliners came on and we stayed for a while but decided it would be smart to leave a little early. The headliners seemed scared themselves with the croud as they were a band out of London with one of the guitarists out of Paris. They spoke into the microphones with chilled English accents but gave the crowd nervous glares and played on anyways with songs containing lyrics such as, "I call and you but you'll never return!" and "Oo oo baby, you don't want to stick with me..." Very corny stuff that surprisingly the lame skinheads took to.
I am never going to another concert at that bar again.