A strong show of Western justice is only response to sex-attack gangs in Germany
As a young woman, I feared for my personal safety on at least three separate occasions.
The first was when I was 17 and travelling on a tube (for the first time) in London (also for the first time) when a man grabbed my breasts and genital area with a sustained, wicked gratuitousness before exiting at the next stop.
I didn't know then that what had happened was a sexual assault, even if it was at "the lower end of the scale". But you don't have the words or comprehension at 17: mortified and in tears, I convinced myself that's just what happens to girls.