The walk sign said to wait. Unexpectedly, three men
ran out of one of the bars (there is one at each corner). Screams. Honks.
Swears. Blood. Lights turned red, yellow, and green. No one moved, nor did I. The
man with the piece of wood that looked more like a baseball bat, went back behind
the bar counter while the man who had been hit, was lamenting the situation in
the middle of the crossing. The third man had gone off into a construction site
and brought out into fighting ring a 2-meter piece of iron. Now, let´s see if
you can manage being hit by this – he shouted towards the bar. Guess the
audience was tired of watching the scene. Those at the crosswalk went to the
other side. The cars started rousing up their engines while the two gents tried
not to be run over. No one dying that day.
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