04/09/2014
Surviving a kidnapping
It was around seven o' clock in the afternoon. I kept on trying to open my eyes but there was something that didn't let me see anything. It didn't take me long to figure out I was trapped in some kind of bag, tight ropes wrapped around my hands and my feet were freezing cold because I was barefoot. My heart kept pumping at a faster speed every time a second went by. I did not know what was going on. Tears felt running down my face, sweat in my head and my back. I felt eyes on me, all I heard was deep breathing from not one, not two, but three, maybe four men as I could assume. I tried not to make one single move or sound, I thought that maybe I could get out of this situation. Only if I knew, this was just the beginning.
Deutsch: Filzhut
English: Felt Polski: Filc Magyar: Nemez
A selection of 4 different felt cloths.Seconds and minutes went by and I did not make a single move, so I started trying to remember what happened before the "kidnapping".
I tried; as much as I could but I did not achieve anything, I only remembered I got a phone call, and someone told me I had to go pick someone up at the bus station to take him/her back to my hotel. That is all I remembered. Almost an hour passed and I felt as if someone was grabbing me from my back. I was extremely scared. I was paralyzed. There was even a point were I thought it was a surprise party or a prank from my cousins . Only to find out once I was let out of the bag, it was the complete opposite. I found myself surrounded by big, badly dressed, pierced, tattooed and...