One day I was walking down the street as I heard I howl. It was at the opposite side of the street. It was very fast. I turned to look what was going on, and saw a man running into an archway. some people were walking on a sidewalk like nothing had happened, it was at the center of the city, about 8 p.m. Only after a few seconds I saw I girl who was perplexedly looking around. That guy grabed her cell-phone while she was talking on it. like she said "grab it together with strand of my hairs".
The archway leads to the yard with many exits to the other streets. when I crossed the street, and was in the yard that bastard had already ran away and blended with a people at one of that streets...
What I want to say:
everything is so fucking fast! I was thinking many times about that case, and I do know whom you should be to be able to react on things like that fast. you need time to realise what is going on. many people cry in the street while having fun, especially young, when they are *****, when there a lot of people... how could you be sure that this time it is a real trouble going on? but at the same time all that sounds like a justification of my inability to help that girl.
I even do not mention the fact that I do not cary a ***, and not a professional boxer, that's another topic.
All **** happened very unexpectedly, it caught me unawares. I wonder if it was a ******. Or other crime...
Like one of my friends one day saw a group of skinheads attacking two muslim guys. The same stuff.
I think whether I will be ready for that next time? Did you ever think about it? What is the edge between paranoia and moral preparedness for crime action (against you, or just someone else, like in that case in the street). What to do not to loose a respect for yourself, and not to become a brave victim?
All in all, it was a very bad feeling. Feeling that I was not ready to understand and fast react to the whole ****. Like I was guilty. I was quite far from the place of the action, but that sounds just like a bad excuse. And in general, the fact that some asshole could rob a girl like that made me very sad and angry at the same time.
Did you ever experience **** like that?
The archway leads to the yard with many exits to the other streets. when I crossed the street, and was in the yard that bastard had already ran away and blended with a people at one of that streets...
What I want to say:
everything is so fucking fast! I was thinking many times about that case, and I do know whom you should be to be able to react on things like that fast. you need time to realise what is going on. many people cry in the street while having fun, especially young, when they are *****, when there a lot of people... how could you be sure that this time it is a real trouble going on? but at the same time all that sounds like a justification of my inability to help that girl.
I even do not mention the fact that I do not cary a ***, and not a professional boxer, that's another topic.
All **** happened very unexpectedly, it caught me unawares. I wonder if it was a ******. Or other crime...
Like one of my friends one day saw a group of skinheads attacking two muslim guys. The same stuff.
I think whether I will be ready for that next time? Did you ever think about it? What is the edge between paranoia and moral preparedness for crime action (against you, or just someone else, like in that case in the street). What to do not to loose a respect for yourself, and not to become a brave victim?
All in all, it was a very bad feeling. Feeling that I was not ready to understand and fast react to the whole ****. Like I was guilty. I was quite far from the place of the action, but that sounds just like a bad excuse. And in general, the fact that some asshole could rob a girl like that made me very sad and angry at the same time.
Did you ever experience **** like that?
