Woolite For He Machines

I lack emotions. Robbery at three, frustrated

Who would say, possibly the richest city of Latin America, most European -by far-of all that up I have visited, in a country with more buoyant economic indices of the entire English-speaking America. The thirty-fourth world power, where poverty rates are laughable if they begin to compare with all the countries I have lived. In this city, relatively safe, they say, is where I suffered the first robbery. Frustrated, yes. Insults my legs and saved me. Robbery foiled


was Saturday, he had two days in the city. At that time I was sitting taking a Schot (sugar) in the Plaza de Armas in Santiago, Chile was talking to a table located on the side. The waitress had told me, now I do not know whether he intended or not, that he should put the backpack under the seat to enable his way through the tables. I did. By taking advantage of a pause time and caller's phone wanted to take the travel guide and saw that the bag was gone. I looked around, the bartenders knew what had happened, I said the way the sausage, took off my sandals and started running, just me and the waiters had lifted the other terrace street told me it took. I rushed, regulating breathing, I'm older and are a little tired, I advanced steadily, not see it, but other pedestrians on the street told me that revolved, was gaining ground, I started to insult "son of a bitch "could not stop screaming," I'll catch, bastard, "all this without seeing it, I went through some arcades and saw the companion of shit, a junkie who had a different one to mine open, I passed him. He must hurry or lose sight of the robber in a city I do not know. Upon exiting the tunnel, there were women sitting on a bench, where I saw my bag on the floor, lying abandoned by the offender. "Knight, have drawn here, "said the ladies me apologetically.'s grabbed it, thanked them and turned slowly on my feet. I was over, I kept adjusting my breathing, my heart a hundred and adrenaline levels fired. Some police and the cops are called in Chile, running in slow motion, holding their arms and the weight vest, I went from them, I saw the thief and was going to get into complaints. Applause

Square
On the way back everyone was watching me, was his focus after insults loudly, I, as usual. I returned to the terrace, people asked me what about, that he had been caught, that if the crime in Santiago, that what I .... I heard nothing, until I sat down and the whole audience was full, were three in the afternoon began to applaud. Yes to applaud. I wanted to die. That horror, shame, please. It was the center of attention and English speakers, Chileans and foreigners, came to me to shake my hand and congratulate me for the success. I swear I did not know where to hide. I did not understand anything. I got a coffee, do not know why and I went to the hotel, to defuse tension to wash my feet blackened.