Today, while driving along the highway, I saw two cars parked in the emergency lane and couldn’t help but wonder what they were doing there. As I would shortly understand, the situation would soon turn rather ironic. Just a few feet away, a man sprinted towards another man while carrying a machete. When he noticed he wouldn’t catch up to him, he genuinely and desisively threw the machete to the other man. The machete flew directly to the grass, thankfully. My thoughts: amazement. Luckily, the machete didn’t hit the guy, but what really impressed me were the events that would soon follow. The man, who was once the victim, picked up the machete (which had just missed him), and ran after the man who had thrown it at him, holding it up as if ready to give it some use. My thoughts: run. After noticing that the attacker would soon become the attacked, the initial machete holder ran towards his car and rapidly fled the scene.
The scene was one filled with chaos. A woman ran behind the man which the machete had been thrown to, cars looked in amazement, and I couldn’t believe how truly violent these times can be. My initial thought: the world seems to be falling apart. Yeah, and to think that in Korea, violent attacks seem connected to words such as nuclear or massive; in the United States, violence is connected to terror or highly qualified guns; in Puerto Rico, daylight attacks with machetes… that’s a new one.
