First, at little background: Me and my family had to catch a fly at 12 o clock to Orlando, FL, but for some reason the travel agency decided not to send the required papers to the US, so I'm stuck here until 11 pm.
So we got back home, I was minding my own bussiness when suddenly I hear a barrage of what sounded like fireworks (I assumed they were fireworks because some people near my apartment light up leftover fireworks from time to time).
Then mom's knocks on my door, and when I get out to find out what she wants I see her teary eyed. My first thought was that dad was being a jerk towards her some moments ago, but then she tells me that a guy was just killed in front of our home.
I calmly peeked through the window and indeed, there was a bloodstained corpse just laying around the street, along with some other people surrounding him, among them my dad.
My mom was at the verge of tears while I was in the same state I'm currently in: total apathy.
First I thought there was something wrong with me, but then my brother (who already knew what was happening) came talking about some plan route for Orlando. I had to tell my brother to stop talking about that because mom can't handle this stuff like we do, since she's from a generation that could leave its front door unlocked all night.
And its not like me and my brother are war veterans or anything, the last war this country ever was in, was a civil war during the final stages of the 19th century. We used to live in a poor area, with some slums here and there, but it was a good zone nonetheless, just 2 years ago we moved to an mid-class area with some slums here and there (some things never change).
Anyways, we feel fear, we are not inmune to it.
First we were bummed about not flying to Orland, then a guy gets shot and that has as much impact as a sudden rain. As I'm writing this, I hear my mom laugh while talking on the phone, like nothing happened.
What drove me to write this, is my need to let off some steam. I've seen violent stuff in real life, I know people who have been robbed. I myself had been stript off my shirt, shoes, wallet and cellphone. And it's not a single guy pointing a knife at you, violently swinging in it to you and demanding money between shouts. It's calm (at most) people, with an extremely horrible grammar, ganging up upong you, shoving a gun at your head and demanding that you give them everything. In some cases, if you give them everything they'll think you don't value the stuff you work for and just plain shoot you dead, luckily for me and my friends, we haven't gone through that.
What I'm trying to say, it's how dettached I've become, as well as my brother and a lot of people I know. And this it's not an isolated case, people in the world live in worse conditions than anybody where I live, and for them it's normal too.
I could say I'm sad or angry about that, but I'm really not.
I would like to write something else, but this has gotten far too long, and I don't want to sound like I'm whinning (which I understand if some of you think so), besides I'm just venting off.
So we got back home, I was minding my own bussiness when suddenly I hear a barrage of what sounded like fireworks (I assumed they were fireworks because some people near my apartment light up leftover fireworks from time to time).
Then mom's knocks on my door, and when I get out to find out what she wants I see her teary eyed. My first thought was that dad was being a jerk towards her some moments ago, but then she tells me that a guy was just killed in front of our home.
I calmly peeked through the window and indeed, there was a bloodstained corpse just laying around the street, along with some other people surrounding him, among them my dad.
My mom was at the verge of tears while I was in the same state I'm currently in: total apathy.
First I thought there was something wrong with me, but then my brother (who already knew what was happening) came talking about some plan route for Orlando. I had to tell my brother to stop talking about that because mom can't handle this stuff like we do, since she's from a generation that could leave its front door unlocked all night.
And its not like me and my brother are war veterans or anything, the last war this country ever was in, was a civil war during the final stages of the 19th century. We used to live in a poor area, with some slums here and there, but it was a good zone nonetheless, just 2 years ago we moved to an mid-class area with some slums here and there (some things never change).
Anyways, we feel fear, we are not inmune to it.
First we were bummed about not flying to Orland, then a guy gets shot and that has as much impact as a sudden rain. As I'm writing this, I hear my mom laugh while talking on the phone, like nothing happened.
What drove me to write this, is my need to let off some steam. I've seen violent stuff in real life, I know people who have been robbed. I myself had been stript off my shirt, shoes, wallet and cellphone. And it's not a single guy pointing a knife at you, violently swinging in it to you and demanding money between shouts. It's calm (at most) people, with an extremely horrible grammar, ganging up upong you, shoving a gun at your head and demanding that you give them everything. In some cases, if you give them everything they'll think you don't value the stuff you work for and just plain shoot you dead, luckily for me and my friends, we haven't gone through that.
What I'm trying to say, it's how dettached I've become, as well as my brother and a lot of people I know. And this it's not an isolated case, people in the world live in worse conditions than anybody where I live, and for them it's normal too.
I could say I'm sad or angry about that, but I'm really not.
I would like to write something else, but this has gotten far too long, and I don't want to sound like I'm whinning (which I understand if some of you think so), besides I'm just venting off.
