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desayunoencamaYesterday, I was walking along Gran Vía with Ismael when someone tried to unzip my backpack.
I noticed this almost immediately, and was able to spin around before he'd gotten the outside pocket more than half-open.
Rather than provoke a confrontation, I just stood aside (pulling Ismael with me) as they continued along the street.
But it left me with a bit of a sour taste in the mouth, even a day later.
It's such a minor thing, really, but it's a reminder of how easy it is to be lulled into a sense of security that is, in truth, illusory in any major city.
It also forces one to consider issues of morality, community, etc. and the large gaps between one's own point of view of the world and that of many other people (who are often in close proximity).
I noticed this almost immediately, and was able to spin around before he'd gotten the outside pocket more than half-open.
Rather than provoke a confrontation, I just stood aside (pulling Ismael with me) as they continued along the street.
But it left me with a bit of a sour taste in the mouth, even a day later.
It's such a minor thing, really, but it's a reminder of how easy it is to be lulled into a sense of security that is, in truth, illusory in any major city.
It also forces one to consider issues of morality, community, etc. and the large gaps between one's own point of view of the world and that of many other people (who are often in close proximity).
