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A premise first:
Here in Italy there are alot of illegal immigrant from north africa, ususally they sell merchandise on the streets, sometimes they sell around, and every now and then one of them enter my shop trying to sell something to my clients; usually they are pretty polite, I have nothing against them or their work, I view them as unfortunate brothers, I strongly think that the entire life is made by endless casual combinations of events: one roll of the dice and I may be in their place.
That premised, this evening one of this sellers, an african man entered my shop high on booze and drugs (very strange thing, the vast majority of them are strict muslims), there were two cops (not in uniform), they did comment the fact that the guy smelled alchol. but they left.
The black guy did start harassing two youngs in a table, so i told him to left.
The guy went completely berkserk, shouting racist insults to me (fascist, nazi, and so on,,) I calmly replied that I'm no racist but he must left NOW.
So the guy dropped the bag he carried and threatened to cut my testicles, so I went berkserk to.
In a handful of seconds I have insulted his race, mother, father, religion, himself and his wife and sister.
The guy exited my shop, obviously wanting to fight.
Well right now, I'm kinda relaxed, so I did the obvious:
did collect my salive and pit him in face.
This is a useful distraction before drawing a knife, I draw my spyderco endura from my front pocket, and did a slash to his jacket's sleeve.
The guy backpedalled fairly quick, shouted some more obscenities and left for good.
Later on I was told he got caught by the police.
End of the story.
Here in Italy there are alot of illegal immigrant from north africa, ususally they sell merchandise on the streets, sometimes they sell around, and every now and then one of them enter my shop trying to sell something to my clients; usually they are pretty polite, I have nothing against them or their work, I view them as unfortunate brothers, I strongly think that the entire life is made by endless casual combinations of events: one roll of the dice and I may be in their place.
That premised, this evening one of this sellers, an african man entered my shop high on booze and drugs (very strange thing, the vast majority of them are strict muslims), there were two cops (not in uniform), they did comment the fact that the guy smelled alchol. but they left.
The black guy did start harassing two youngs in a table, so i told him to left.
The guy went completely berkserk, shouting racist insults to me (fascist, nazi, and so on,,) I calmly replied that I'm no racist but he must left NOW.
So the guy dropped the bag he carried and threatened to cut my testicles, so I went berkserk to.
In a handful of seconds I have insulted his race, mother, father, religion, himself and his wife and sister.
The guy exited my shop, obviously wanting to fight.
Well right now, I'm kinda relaxed, so I did the obvious:
did collect my salive and pit him in face.
This is a useful distraction before drawing a knife, I draw my spyderco endura from my front pocket, and did a slash to his jacket's sleeve.
The guy backpedalled fairly quick, shouted some more obscenities and left for good.
Later on I was told he got caught by the police.
End of the story.
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