Have any of you ever seen anyone get robbed at gunpoint? (on a side note, did anyone ever think that gunpoint was a place? Because I did, for longer than I'm willing to admit...)
But, let's get back to the seriousness of the topic at hand. Diana, Mauricio, and Jose Mateo just came home - they were out buying milk. On their walk back, a few blocks away from our apartment, they saw, across the street, a man robbed at gunpoint. Needless to say, Diana is a bit shaken up. What do you do when you see something like that? There were three men - one with the gun; the other patting down the victim, cleaning out his pockets; and the third passed by in a gray car to pick the other two up. Diana tried to catch the license plate, but it was completely white - no number.
I didn't see this happen, but it shakes me up a bit as well. It makes me think about the time I was robbed on the bus - I'm thankful I didn't realize it until after the fact; I'm grateful that I wasn't attacked. (Most of you probably know already, but about a week and half after I got here, my bag was slashed on the bus and someone took my phone and my camera).
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