not remember exactly near the streets and avenues in which I was, just remember it was Wednesday, about 7pm and was in a hurry and determined to get home as soon as I could. Appeased by the dark lighting poles. The mean noise of the busy city dweller daily. People who succeed each other at bus stops and streets around me. Amid all the hoopla I'm waiting for a transport medium direct me home swiftly and safely. I found no setback to wait for the taxi. The motion of long, straight upper extremity to the end and parked the car to assist me. We pose my destiny, gives me a quote and ready. No details get in the vehicle. The route is the usual. I stand in the back, in the middle of the rear seats. Check my belongings in the portfolio. Everything in its place. Observe the panorama. Yawn a bit sideways and see the driver. Meanwhile home. My grandmother and my uncle would wait quietly. We agreed days before that on Wednesday he would talk about a possible trip. That is why urgent and needed to get home quickly. My grandmother seen the television watching his novel of rigor. My uncle - meanwhile - play with your PSP. All quiet, nothing unusual. Between commercial, my dear grandmother, looking from time to when the clock that hangs on the wall of the dining room - 7:30 pm - is said to herself, it is still early. Regular programming continues its soap opera. But when they looked askance at the driver, noticed a strange sensation as if something were to happen, I was right. At the time of awkward presence that enveloped me, the driver path changed dramatically. Not the usual route by which I get home.
- Excuse me sir but what route you plan to take? - I said in amazement. For here is not the right way. The driver was silent. Stepped with all his strength and hit the accelerator I went back almost by inertia. The nerves took over me. The vehicle made sudden movements, turns, and I kept braking in the middle of this frenzy of uncertainty and dread. Finally stopped. The driver turned to me and said: - Give me all you got - in a stern voice and intimidating. When I looked, I could distinguish a black pistol aimed directly at my nose. It was then that panic gripped me completely. Excessive sweating, stuttering, tears, everything happened suddenly. That moment lasted an eternity. The minutes were endless. Violently took my wallet and completely took over my reflexes. He rummaged among all things. He demanded that the jewels he was carrying me to deliver them without a second thought. It all happened so quickly and yet so timeless fear I felt.
On the other side. My grandmother began to worry. Without appearing, as he watched his novel, was looking askance at the clock and saw that two hours had passed since I last saw them and had not yet arrived. Something inside her, squeezed. A slight concern was felt in his beating. She called my uncle - who was in fourth continuous - and explained his concern. My uncle, he managed to say, in a spirit of calm, my delay due to traffic. But my grandmother knew inside themselves that something was wrong. The question took her all the time. Nervousness. He walked into the kitchen, drank a glass of water. His blood pressure pill and nothing. The feeling was latent. He wandered as if lost in the corridors of the house, from one side to another. This lasted another 2 hours. This time my uncle also was disturbed to the point of calling the cell phone to see if I was okay. But the phone rang and rang and did not find an answer. Something was "wrong" - he thought - how true was that guy. Last
and 11 pm, I remember climbing the stairs and find my grandmother made a nervous wreck and my uncle at his side, with a facial expression of heart, totally mad. Both looked at me from head to toe and found in me a weakness of anthology. But what happened to you? Where were you? Why do not you call? Endless questions. I just remember collapsing on the shoulder of my grandmother. I hugged her as hard as I could. Then he took from my uncle's shoulder and drew him towards me. I told them everything. I approached the taxi, turned out to be a petty robber. Who had no mercy. It took all my belongings: money, jewelry, cards, everything. He took me to a completely desolate. I thought the worst, but thanks to life, not me played for nothing. But he threatened to shoot if arming emitted a cry or a scandal. After several minutes inside the vehicle, put me down. But not before threatening me with the gun and tell me coolly as if performing some strange movement or asking for help to a bloody shoot someone. I managed to walk just walking away as possible from the vehicle. When I heard that the engine came on, went back on my feet and I could distinguish the first vehicle. It was a Toyota tercel black with tinted windows. As he walked away from me, a sigh came out of me. I ran in terror to nowhere. Not even know where I was. I walked and walked until I attended a lady. It gave me shelter in a warehouse. He gave me a glass of water and offered me money to return home. Nervous until my marrow boarded the car, until I was here with you, my family. The feeling I experienced was horrible and unforgettable. I never want to experience that feeling.
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