The clearest sign I have been Slovak-ized

I am watching the nineties movie Pump up the volume. A highschool student presents a subversive radio show out of his basement. He causes an uprising. Today students have their own YouTube show and broadcast themselves to the entire world. A tiny fraction becomes filthy rich. Most do not. None of them is causing uprisings.

Back to the title of this post.

There is a scene in which the main character climbs through the window of the love interest, a girl called Nora.

My mind freaked!!!

He was in her room with…

his shoes on…

It’s very nearly a capital crime in Slovakia to risk that.

If I had stayed in Belgium I would never have reacted this way. There would have been no alarm in my head.

Is neurotic Slovakia making me even more neurotic than already rather neurotic Belgium??