bloody sunday
no i am not refering to the troubles in northern ireland in the twentieth century, i am talking about my sunday- today.
in all essence of the term "bloody sunday"- this is exactly what today was all about.
i was woken up this morning by my roommate with a panicked voice banging on my door demanding for me to get up. i managed to drag my feet outside my room and blurry eyed could not believe what i was seeing. one of my neighbors, an elderly russian woman, face full of blood holding a damp cloth smothered in more blood. she was accompanied by another elderly russian couple who were attempting to get her help. she was all blood and my roommate on the phone with 911.
she was not only mugged at the front door of our building, but shoved inside the garage and hit on the head, face, etc. she was so shaken up and scared and bloody. we rushed her to the ER and I was her translator. it was difficult to communicate with her as her sight and hearing is not so great and her family was not there, as I am sure she was so terrified and not to mention in a lot of pain. her whole face full of blood, in her mouth and nose, underneath her eyes, on her hands.
the doctors were doing their best and trying to calm her down and i was.... translating, and sometimes speaking in russian to the doctors by mistake as i was also very shaken up by the situation.
whoever did this to her must have been keeping her eye out on her for some time. she is a nice lady who doesn't really have much, and to think that someone would strike her for her belongings is absurd. she was victimized by a brute. and word on the street is that there is a few hooligans in the area attacking elderly russian immigrants.
im so disgusted.
eventually her family came to the hospital and we left to go home. back at the apartment building we found blood blood and more blood everywhere. in the garage, in the elevator, on the stairs, all over the place. caroline, jason and I spent about an hour cleaning everything up. it felt like we were covering up a crime scene- which really is what happened. i actually couldn't believe how calm i was... knowing how i am in the presence of blood, i trusted my latex gloves and my bottle of bleach.
and the OPD just came to talk to me and how i wish they will catch this motherfucker.
i still can't believe this... what the fuck.
in all essence of the term "bloody sunday"- this is exactly what today was all about.
i was woken up this morning by my roommate with a panicked voice banging on my door demanding for me to get up. i managed to drag my feet outside my room and blurry eyed could not believe what i was seeing. one of my neighbors, an elderly russian woman, face full of blood holding a damp cloth smothered in more blood. she was accompanied by another elderly russian couple who were attempting to get her help. she was all blood and my roommate on the phone with 911.
she was not only mugged at the front door of our building, but shoved inside the garage and hit on the head, face, etc. she was so shaken up and scared and bloody. we rushed her to the ER and I was her translator. it was difficult to communicate with her as her sight and hearing is not so great and her family was not there, as I am sure she was so terrified and not to mention in a lot of pain. her whole face full of blood, in her mouth and nose, underneath her eyes, on her hands.
the doctors were doing their best and trying to calm her down and i was.... translating, and sometimes speaking in russian to the doctors by mistake as i was also very shaken up by the situation.
whoever did this to her must have been keeping her eye out on her for some time. she is a nice lady who doesn't really have much, and to think that someone would strike her for her belongings is absurd. she was victimized by a brute. and word on the street is that there is a few hooligans in the area attacking elderly russian immigrants.
im so disgusted.
eventually her family came to the hospital and we left to go home. back at the apartment building we found blood blood and more blood everywhere. in the garage, in the elevator, on the stairs, all over the place. caroline, jason and I spent about an hour cleaning everything up. it felt like we were covering up a crime scene- which really is what happened. i actually couldn't believe how calm i was... knowing how i am in the presence of blood, i trusted my latex gloves and my bottle of bleach.
and the OPD just came to talk to me and how i wish they will catch this motherfucker.
i still can't believe this... what the fuck.
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time to move.
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