Sunday, May 28, 2006
Today I was mugged.
I’m alright though, just shook up.
It all happened so fast.
Some guy just snatched my cell phone out my hand and ran.
By the time I realised what happened, he was gone and the doors had already closed.
I watched my mugger run away with what was mine and I was helpless to do anything about it.
People around me watched in pity.
No one had done anything; it was all too quick.
And even if someone could have, would they?
It’s a big city and everyone is looking out for themselves.
I should’ve been more careful.
I usually am… but I let my guard down and I got mugged.
At first I didn’t know what to do.
I didn’t know how to react.
It’s just a damn cell phone… in a city like Lisbon; things could’ve been a whole lot worse.
People stared at me… but nobody said anything.
I don’t care about the numbers, people that matter will eventually call.
The messages are just words that will eventually get sent to me again.
The phone in itself is replaceable… but the photos.
It’s the pictures I’ll never get back!
I remembered each picture as I’d taken them yesterday and began to cry, I didn’t care who saw and what they thought, if no one had done anything until now, there weren’t about to do anything at all.
I’m pissed that I got mugged.
I’m pissed that I hadn’t been more careful.
Worst of all… I’m pissed that I was alone.
And although all he took was my cell phone, I feel completely empty.
There’s always someone that wants to take what is yours,
Watch your back; your bag; your cell phone; your job and your heart.