Sometimes

I have been robbed more than once in my life, not in vain Caracas is considered one of the most dangerous cities in the world.

Once, on a lonely street, a couple of men on a motorcycle snatched my phone. It would have been foolish to try to resist, I think I had much more to lose than my precious cell phone, I also think it would have been foolish to think that just at that moment someone would come to the rescue, would be risking for a stranger and the risk would be double because at times like that the aggressors are so nervous and I would say even “demonized” that only losing a little more control are able to fill more anger and do something irreversible like ending the life of anyone who interferes with their plans.

I also had failed robbery attempts for the aggressor, how frustrating it must have been for them not to be able to get away with it.

Once, as a teenager, I felt like having a chicha in the street, a thief was watching my movements and I didn't notice him, as soon as I opened my purse to get the money, a quick hand grabbed my cell phone but the truth is I don't know many times where I get great reflexes and some strength, in that opportunity I was faster and simultaneously took the phone with force, it was all so abrupt that I fell to the ground and rolled a little while the cell phone was between two hands. The thief left without his “reward” and I got up in pain, dusted myself off, took the money and bought the chicha.

Sometimes I may seem immune but only my heart and I know how we can get restless.

I have a couple of other stories about assaults on me, failed and not failed, yet you can see me walking relaxed through the streets of Caracas, I do not know if it is stupidity, calm or resignation.

Of course I have a certain degree of prudence and avoid lonely places or passing through certain streets at night, although the assaults I have suffered have been in broad daylight.

Once my younger sister began to alert a lady in the middle of a boulevard full of people that they were opening her purse and were going to rob her, then a group of evildoers, women and men, surrounded her, intimidated and threatened her, one of those women was eager to attack her, but among the bad guys it seems that there are also not so bad and they let my sister go unharmed, unharmed on the outside.... I think about how my poor little sister felt at that moment and I would have liked to be there to accompany her at least.

If I had tried to defend her, surely both of us would have been hurt and who knows if we would have been silenced forever.

Sometimes it is better to follow our path, even if we see something we don't like. Many times in wanting to help we can lose something more valuable than what we were trying to protect at the beginning.

Sometimes...