last night when I was getting off the bus, returning from our traditional Friday movie night at Ned’s in Williamsburg, I was attacked on the street. As I was walking the very short walk from the bus station to the entrance of my home, 3 young men jumped me from behind and hit me with full force on my head. I fell to the ground, but luckily didn’t loose my conscience, they pulled my glasses away and tried to take my pouch. I grabbed to my stuff and I screamed like crazy. I didn’t scream from fear (until now, it is too surreal to be scary) but I wouldn’t give myself the credit of screaming to scare them off. Either way, it worked. After about 40 seconds of them trying to pull my pouch from me and me pulling it back and screaming, they tore my pouch and ran off with it.
This happened only steps from my home, Galia actually heard me screaming but couldn’t imagine it was me. When I asked her to open the door that’s what she saw…
I’m actually quite fine. It didn’t even hurt that much. I guess it’s quite scary and it really felt like a movie scene (which is almost a defense mechanism)
Our neighbor called the cops, the cops filled their reports, the paramedics took me to the hospital, the doctors stitched me and we went back home.
They took my wallet, my cellphone, the ipod and the keys, they also had my notebook there where I’ve been writing my stuff which is a shame…
It’s all very exciting,
and like anything else in my life I don’t wish it never happened.
It’s a shame that we won’t fell as safe here now, but I guess were just a part of the (low, but yet existing) statistics of violence.
to see the whole beautiful and dramatic photoset check out this link