27 Oct What an intense week

This week has been a really intense week. A lot of scary things have happened around me and I really need to write about it. Don’t worry, I’m okay, and all my friends are okay too, but this kind of things don’t happen every week (thank God).

First of all, I heard about a shooting that happened near the university. In Spain, my country, any kind of conflict that involves guns is very rare. Actually, I have never heard of any shooting or similar near my university or my neighborhood. To be honest, fire guns is something that really scare me and I don’t feel 100% safe in this country in that matter. It’s not the first time that I heard of something that involves guns. In my first week here, we received an email from the university that warn us about an unknown person that had been seen with a gun on campus. Let’s be clear, reading that in your first week really scares the hell our of you. But don’t get me wrong. That doesn’t mean that I feel unsafe or anything, it’s just that I have to worry about something that I don’t even hear about in my country. You know, cultural shock.

Next episode in this chaotic week happened last Saturday. My friends and I went to a club in Marina to dance and have some fun. The night was going great, we were all together, the DJ was playing amazing music and we were meeting some great people. But suddenly, the night just broke down. I friend of mine noticed that her iPhone XR was missing. She freaked out. We are 6.000 miles away from home, we are spending a lot of money, we have a lot of information in our phones, they are our window to everyone that’s apart from us. In short, it’s not a good thing that someone steals your phone. Even worse if you’re not home. But that’s not all. Same night, five minutes after we found out about the robbery, two other friends noticed that their phones were missing too. So, in the end the night of 20 people was 100% ruined because some random people decided to steal my friend’s phones. It was terrible and I felt really sorry for my friends.

So, what I’m trying to say is that this city is not the safest city ever, just as any other big city. I’m not trying to be an alarmist or anything, but I fell that it’s something important to talk about so future exchange students have a more realistic perspective of how’s life here. I feel safe the majority of time, but I can’t help feeling a little scared when this kind of things happen. Maybe I’m just a coward.