Its second part: Half a generation later, on the same month I had to cope on 3 consecutive times, the 2 first Fridays and the fourth, armed youngsters. They started by trying to steal my 80s Nissan Patrol Jeep, albeit with a 3K ccm 2002 diesel engine. I ended up kind of tired of teaching English in the evening, when I noticed that the right wind vane had no glass. Of course, that upset me and at the same time suggested that they had not been able to force the Multi-lock attached to the floor, for the speeds shifting lever. I was about to get on the jeep when they returned in a white pick - up, with tinted windows. They put the vehicle almost one meter away from me, and changed their high-powered lights to enrapture me, and to see my reaction. I tried not to close my eyes and rather made signs to them with both hands, challenging them to get off. They cowered and pulled off. In view of the rural vehicle, they must have gathered that I must have been armed. Or perhaps among them there was at least one that I knew and could identify later on. I decided not to take the vehicle any longer on the Friday nights to that place, whose nearby streets remained in the dark. In the afternoon and full daylight, while some female students, other youngsters and I were waiting for the bus, suddenly a motorcycle emerged with two lads and dead stopped. I had a premonition that it was an assault, and shouted, Lets run away, all of you! They followed me, but a young man stayed there, puzzled. The one on the passengers seat jumped off and pulling a small automatic weapon, and pointed it towards us. He put it on his throat and took his wallet and I dont know whatever more. I lead them running on a 20 meters dash, up to the entrance of the College of Physicians where there was private security. I pointed to the red new motorcycle, and the silver with polychromatic stripes helmet of the assailant as they passed by accelerating. They called the police, who would try to capture them and shoot them off until a week later, at another more central city stop; after their having shot a mature gentleman on a cheek, and then to the public security agents, missing them. I recognized them by the colors of a press released photograph. On the last of those Fridays we were waiting for a pizza in a new restaurant near home. I was reading a book as I always do, when suddenly I saw my wife getting up and hopping away. They are raiding the place she cried, pointing at them. It was another pair of assailants. The one who got off quickly went to the cashier and demanded the days money. I sneaked with the intention of hitting him on the back of the neck, but the hull was of the largest kind; and thus, it was too risky that he might shoot the workers, just on the other side of the counter. One of them was surprised and noticing his facial expression, the assailant turned around towards me. He pointed to my face with a gun, and told me to hand over everything what I was wearing. I looked at him with an studied calm, exposing more of my right side in case that he happened to shoot and thus divert shooting outward to the my far right. But, noting my move, he showed a gesture of indecision and perhaps of fear even. Realizing his desire to escape with the already collected box, I backed off, always in the direction of my first step, to let him go. He did so; left running and was mounted on the chopper. But it was a little too late for him. I went back to my place and ripped a blank page at the end of the book. There, I drew the memorized features of his face. I wrote my name down, and my ID and phone numbers. When the police car arrived, I gave them the said sketch and explaining how he had also threatened me. I then went back to my place and waited for them to serve my already paid for pizza. A son-in-law came over, armed with his Sig Sauer P226. 09, laser targeted; and he was surprised to see me just sitting there as nothing had happened... He told me that he had rushed because my wife had warned him of the emergency, for she had seen when I was being pointed to the head. We had a soda and once received the pizza, took it home. A few days later the talked portrait of the subject appeared on the press, and then he was trapped. He was an assailant from the Southern zone dubbed Catracho. After that string of facts I went downtown and bought myself a Walter .22 capable of loading high speed ammunition. After an examination and an interview with a psychiatrist, I went to pass the firing test polygon. To the doctor it sufficed learning about my having had a short barrel Smith & Wesson .38 revolver, in bluish steel, for over a year, and then having sold it without having ever fired it (at the same price as new). My friend, the military attaché who purchased it, thought that I had surely killed somebody with that weapon, and therefore, said that it had never been used. Incredulous, he sent it for a ballistics test. In fact, it confirmed that the revolver had never been fired; it was virginal. Wanted to know why, and I explained to him how, being an accordionist, I detested the noise. He asked me if I did not need to train once in a while. I told him that I did not; since I was also an artist, where I put the eye I would hit the bullet. I asked what the conditions of the test were, and was told that I should mark at least: 8 out of 10; but if I hit at least a 7, then I would be given a second chance. Thus, I hit a 7 round first, and a string of 8 in the second... Someone said, It is enough... and that saved the day, not to expose my marksmanship to follow up to a perfect 10! Once I was armed to defend myself, a whole year went by without anybody else bothering me. That is why I did not renew the permit, leaving the unfired gun at home. It is much more convenient not to walk pending on the responsibility of a weapon; especially when you happen to be a teacher sometimes surrounded by under age students. But in an oversight, the sight had become loosened, and someone noticed it and removed it. A new sight cost the incredible amount of $40. I waited until saving enough to add a longer barrels section for practice shooting, because it includes the said sight. But then, I forgot about the whole matter.
Posted on: Thu, 01 Jan 2015 18:53:26 +0000
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