by Laura Macario

Created on: December 27, 2008

December would be a good month, except for Christmas and New Year I had a few more events planned.

On Saturday December 13, I went along with my sister and a group of friends to standout performances of famous American R & B artists. The Music Hall was located in the Bijlmeer, a multicultural neighbourhood of Amsterdam. We parked the car in the covered parking of the housing Arena Boulevard.

At the Hall we saw some friends or acquaintances. Before the big show there were many different smaller gigs of what unknown artists. Bit by bit we walked toward the podium and during each song we danced a bit. Meanwhile, the hall was getting fuller and people were increasingly nearer the stage. While I was watching at a performance, all of a sudden a man stood in front of me.
"Hello! ... Do you recognize me?...Karim!" Says the man.
The man had a hard facial profile, tinted colour and black hair. I believed he had Moroccan descents.
"Karim?" Did I say, little surprised.

The man continued to glare at me and said nothing.

"I remember..." I say with enthusiasm.

I did recall a Karim, we went to the same school.

"What a coincidence you here!" I screamed because the music in the room grow to be louder.
Karim came very close and began to whisper words in my ear. But the music was too loud and I understood nothing of what he was saying to me. Besides, I thought he spoke foreran language.
When he stood so close to me, I noticed a mole on his nose. I knew immediately that this was not Karim of the past and took a step back. And with a distant attitude, I said aloud to him: "I do not hear you well! ... I will see you later! ".
"No, I do not think so!" he shouted and remained rigid standing opposite to me. He began to annoy me and wished he went away.

And loudly I say to him: "Listen ... I am here with my friends and I want to see the concert!"
Unexpectedly the man took my wrists and pulled me towards the exit.

Confused I screamed: "Let me go!"
A guy in the vicinity saw that my wrists were firmly held and came to me. Soon Karim let me lose and I started yelling at him: "Who do not think you are! Leave me alone and go away before I call security!"
The Moroccan man gave me a latest sharp gaze and walked gradually away towards the exit.
I was very relieved but at the same time scared that this stranger would be back.
My sister came to me and asked if everything was all right. I explained her that this Karim was bothering me.
My sister noticed my fear and put me between her tallest friends Ron and Christophe.
Christophe

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