Monday, May 08, 2006
LAST PHOTOGRAPH
So last Thursday at about 8.30 pm in the night I got mugged. I was walking back home alone down Belgrano's avenue right in the center of the city, I got out of the subway and I noticed all these old cars parked down the street like donuts on Homers way after a hard day at work, they were parked all the way to my apartment, they were candy for the eye and of course I had to take my camera out of my back pack and start taking pictures, lot's of people were taking photographs and we all wondered why they had used our street as a car museum, I met this cool boy named Adrian who gave me the reason, apparently they park about 50 old cars all around town in hope of getting tourists to rent them for the night. Adrian also asked for my photoblogs url, cool kid, Hi there!.
Anyways I take around 300 pictures and as I'm taking one more someone hits me, grabs my hands, and yells 'give me everything you have right now' he also said 'let go of the camera' because I wasn't moving from my fetal position (now that I think about it, it all lasted probably a few seconds, but it felt more like an hour), I yelled back several times 'there's no way I'll give you anything', but he grabbed the camera's lenses as I was holding the body, I really fought for it while trying to kick this mans balls, all he could do was break the lenses and run away, all the people that were there did nothing to help me, after he run away they all asked 'Did he steal something from you?' (note aside: that's not what you should ask first, what about a simple, Are you ok?) , and I'm like 'where the hell were you?', anyways he run away and all I could do was look at my camera and wonder why. I felt so hopeless.
See I know how much these people are suffering but nothing justifies the fact that he decided to mug me before asking for help or even money for food.
That night I couldn't sleep at all, every voice I heard sounded like his. Don't get me wrong I was not really scared, but I felt this bad energy and all I could do was fight and yell NO.
It was the first time I was mugged while being alone, in the past for some reason every time I got mugged I was always with my sister, and we would tell the story a million times 'you know WE JUST GOT MUGGED', I remember the first time, at a summer's club, someone stole both of our new sandals while we went swimming, then this time when we both left our high school building and we had our bikes with us, my sister turns to me and says let's hurry to get home early, and half of the way two really big boys grabbed her, she fought for the bike and yelled so much that they had to walk away, (actually we both yelled but she yelled to me asking for me to go away so they wouldn't grab me too, that's how good of a person she is, & of course I didn't go anywhere) I remember that once they let her go without a working chain we both yelled for like 3 minutes at this huge guys (from a distance), 'You fucking LOSERS, go do something with your life!'. Well then there were two similar episodes involving two different man, one probably 70 and the other 30, from inside their cars, as we were walking home from school they gave us a free anatomy class. Truly horrible, a memory I would pay to get removed. Yuck yuck yuck so happy I've shared with you. Ha!
(How the hell did I ever survive Anatomy in med school?)
So anyway I realize I'm not as materialistic as I thought I was, it will take me some time to replace the lens but I know that I will work for it. I have lost more important things in my life than that, he on the other hand will probably buy alcohol or drugs and keep mugging which is in the end pretty sad.
Despite all I was lucky he didn't hurt me. But no matter how many ways and explanations I have to deal with this, nothing NOTHING justifies what he did. On times like this it really pays off not being a religious person because I know I will eventually forgive him, even though I am having a really hard time with it I know that someday I will.
Now that a few days have passed I'm in a place where I can laugh about it, see I had been having problems with the lenses, every picture I took seem to have some pixels lost, or black spots, so I was thinking about taking it to the techs office, with that said he did me a favour and made me stop procrastinating about whether I should take it or not.
Here you can see the picture I was taking, that's his hand attacking me.
LISTENING TO: STRAYS DON'T SLEEP - FOR BLUE SKIES.
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