Me: “But there’s cars that pass by this street!”
Him: “Don’t worry they can’t see anything if your headlights are off.”
Me: “But dude THEIR lights are on, so THEY can see us.”
Him: “Don’t worry here’s good”, he says as he lights up a cigarette. “Just turn off your lights”
A guy comes out of the shade and is now approaching my car from across the street.
Me: “Funny looks like this guy’s coming to pee next to the car he hasn’t seen us here!” I say in way of joke.
But the guy outside keeps getting closer and closer to the car. He’s now speeding up his pace.
|The Slap - from an Amsterdam Graffiti|
“Oh no please don’t tell me this is what I’m thinking, please don’t tell me this is happening to me”, I think to myself. Next thing I know the guy outside is grabbing my shirt through the window and giving me my first slap in the face. The one sitting next to me, who for a second had pretended he was unbuttoning his jeans, is now lending him a hand.
The slapping is non-stop and getting more intense as I start screaming, screaming as loud as I can. In my head and as far as I could tell from these guys dressed in civil and from the way they set me up, there is no doubt I am getting abducted and/or stolen my car and things. I’ve heard this scenario more than once before.
The two guys have dragged me out of my car by now. I throw myself on the floor. They’re trying to get me inside a white Toyota with a civil plate, they won’t stop hitting and I won’t stop screaming. They’re trying to quiet me down and tell me something but I can’t hear anything. There’s cars that pass by every minute or so, but they seem to ignore my screaming so bad that it really feels like I’m in a nightmare.
One of them is finally able to handcuff one of my hands. If they get the second one on, I’m done. I must resist. I’m fighting back as much as I can, I even bite one of the guys as hard as I can. It must have been about 20 slaps in the face so far, I’m completely detached from by body at this point, my whole body feels numb. I can taste my own blood but I still find the time to check with my tongue if my teeth are still in place.
And then comes the grand finale, a proper Hollywood-style punch in the eye. Within a split second my eye feels swollen and blind. I finally surrender to my two aggressors.
--by GiL. Photo by GiB#2