Weeeeird stuff happened tonight. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeirrd.
I went out to the supermarket to buy a light sandwich and an apple juice (lol), and I was there, all happy, smiling all around, buying the sandwich and stuff, all nice.
I left the supermarket and made my way back to school. So, there was Yara, walking back to school in her silence and bringing the sandwich and the apple juice along with her.
Then I was crossing a square, which is between the market and the school, when suddenly, I don't know how many, there were a lot, kind of 8 or 9 people, I'd guess, it was a little group, and a tall fat guy, dressed as a rapper and stuff, came to me, clearly drunk or under the effect of some drug, and pushed me backwards while the other guys began to surround me. "Guys", not, because there were three women there in the group.
I just accepted as a fact of life and tried to make my way to school as usual. The tall fat guy would stand in front of me and kept me from going on, every time I tried.
He asked me, in a quite agressive tone, what kind of music did I play or sing, probably because they know I study there at School and perform in various places. He then asked me, before I could answer, if I was X (X being an expression I don't know the meaning of, it's kind of a urban idiom I just didn't know what the hell meant).
I was happy! Hahaha. I said, well, I play and sing many different kinds of music, but mainly classical music and opera.
The group laughed out loud, I found it great, it's good when people are happy. So, I just said, "well, I have to go now, before the guys close the gate there at school".
But, well, the guy wouldn't let me go (Bohemian!). All dark, no one around, I began to get a bit suspiscious. lol
So, the guy went on and asked what kind of music did I enjoy listening to, because what I played was, you know what, he used all kinds of words.
Then, I said: "Well, with all due respect, I'd like to go back to school, since I have the right to move freely throughout the city, and I'm late, but later we can talk".
The guy really got mad! He said: "Are you a X? Or a Y?" (all words meant to define groups which identify themselves with certain kinds of music and life style).
I said, "well, I don't belong to any group, and I pretty much listen to what I want, I respect people's right to like whatever they like to listen to".
Then he got really angry because, according to him, he came to me very humble (!) and wanting to know what kind of music I liked, and I was arrogant and unwilling to answer.
I said, "well, if that's the way you see things, ok, I'm sorry, but now, really, I'd like to go back to school".
He kicked me in my leg and I fell flat on the ground.
I swear. I fell flat. I didn't know where I was. It was like...I was there, couldn't move because my back was hurting.
I think people in the surroundings happened to listen to the guys talking very loud and came to check what was happening. Well, they saw me there, found it curious, and just walked on.
The group began to talk, laugh, and have fun, and I was there, immobilized and whenever I tried to stand up, the guy would push me back to the floor with his giant foot.
Then, other people coming from the supermarket wanted to cross the square and saw it all. An elderly guy approached the group and began talking to them. The guys told their version of the story, about the humble stuff, and so on.
The old man didn't buy it (lol) for a sec and, to my surprise, very calm, he just said the guys to leave. I noticed that her wife, I assumed she was her wife, had just made a phone call, because she was there right by my side. The guys were all laughing, and having fun, and poking fun at the old man.
The police finally came, and I began to move with the help of a...81 year old lady (I found out her age afterwards).
The guys, which were very happy and full of joy, panicked and began to disband - no