A man came to my workplace yesterday, another crazy person like many who hang around here, with a front woman, because he was a poponar, and he asked me to get down on my knees. I refrained from hitting him, then I told him: get out of here, I’m calling the police.
Another crazy woman yesterday with a child in her arms looked for my pockets taking advantage of the darkness and commotion, but she had nothing to steal from me because I had given her the last money for coffee. She wanted me to marry her and her probably older mother was starting to touch me.
I’ve been getting a lot of these around here lately. It’s probably their season, the season of the displaced who aren’t psychopaths with papers, somehow managed to charm the insane asylum and are now walking free in freedom.
Not to mention the shop in the village where I do my shopping and I soldered one on my hump because I probably shopped too little, and it didn’t suit them. I have other stories about this store in the village where they don’t issue a tax receipt and they humiliate you when you go to them to buy.
Yesterday they were going to rob me to take my money. At work I tell them! I did not reach out to him, because people work for their money and not all of them are sadomasochists and want to be humiliated. I foresee a bleak future for that one.