Since I moved down to the “Central Bus Station” area, everyone always asks me if I feel safe there…. to which I usually reply, “I haven’t had any problems.” I’ve been told to be careful because of all the “Africans” living there and all the violence they cause. But as I said before, “I haven’t had any problems……..
…… and it wasn’t caused by the refugees.
As I got off the bus this morning, I was suddenly caught in an unexpected downpour. I had no umbrella or protection, so I stood under a building to attempt to wait it out. It didn’t quite work as planned.
About 5 minutes into waiting, one of the drugged-out prostitues (who was walking down the middle of the street, oblivious to the rain) approached me in the nook of my shelter. She started rambling on about this and that and nothing she said made any sense. She did manage to ask me why I was standing there and I told her because of the rain. She didn’t quite get it.
What happened next was pretty crazy, but considering her state of mind, probably not so much in her world. She grabbed my arm like she wanted me to go with her. I told her no, that I was staying there and she got furious. She started screaming at me (in jibberish) which was getting on my nerves, so I decided to just brave the rain and make a run for it.
When I went to leave she grabbed my hair and yanked me back. (Literally I flew back, and luckily I didn’t fall). I turned around and told her to stop. At that very moment a guy who was across the street ran over and pulled her away from me. He told me to just go…. so I did.
I heard her start to yell at him, but he was much bigger than both of us, so I’m pretty sure it didn’t fase him at all.
As I ran the rest of the way home, I thought to myself, “Everyone is always worried that I’ll be attacked by some drunk guy down here, yet it ends up being a high prostitute.” Who would’ve thunk it?!?
Well, certainly not me! (though after volunteering at the shelter, I should have imagined it: those girls are intensely violent.)
I’ll admit that I was a bit shaken up when I finally got home, and I just kept thinking, “what if that guy hadn’t come? what would I have had to do if she didn’t leave me alone?”
Thankfully, I didn’t have to find out, and I really hope that I don’t either. What a morning!