This date is logged in my memory as the day, I lost my faith in strangers.
Being mugged and
hit several times in the head with a bottle is not some of the stuff that I'll put on the
positive list of the
28th of May, 2000.
Anyway, I didn't loose much. A
Nokia 3210 and the keys for my home/office. However, as I have got some
friends not too far from the
scene of crime, I went to his place from where we called the
police. This procedure
btw only needed, as the cars, I tried to stop were
apparently more interested in
themselves than helping a guy bleeding like shit out of his head screaming: "Aidez moi!".
Things went good from there. The police took us to the nearest
hospital, where my
bleeding was stopped and I got sewed with three stitches. I realized at that time that my clothes were
soaked in blood. I guess that I've lost about half a litre.
Was there again this morning to have a small check up. Total cost: 280
CHF. Reimbursed 100% by our
insurance (I hope).
Violence sucks.
Jardin Anglais in
Genève at night sucks.
And to whoever downvoted me for the first time I decided that an experience in my life was worth sharing: Fuck you.