When I was a teenager in a previous life, when I was a young girl fresh from 17 years and that j 'I watched the horror movie "Scream" at night with my sister when I felt the first chills of a thriller, I did not think would come the day when I really know what it is to fear, what it is to walk and turn around to make sure that the man I just passed is not going back to stab me in the heart, to strangle me, harassing me, to rob me, what do I know? Psychopaths do not miss down here in my Tunisia to me, to us! That Tunisia has become so hostile before January 14, last December because I already had the fright of my life. I walked into this dark street some twenty meters from the bus station Saadoun Beb and I saw that shadow that approached me. At first I did not pay attention, I told myself it's just a pedestrian crossed the street and walk in the same direction as me. But as the shadow followed my rhythm and especially when she started talking, I was afraid, the blood froze in my veins, I realized that this is not just a shadow, n is not just a soul who seeks to return home on that cold winter night, it's a malicious soul lurking around me, who speaks, who can make me what she wants! We were both alone in the street, I already saw the praises few meters but they were too far away, the man who came to haunt me was free to beat me, rob me of ... I do not remember what he told me exactly I thought type phrases like "do you want me?", "I like you" and I do not know what other oddities! I remembered with horror movies, and especially the bloody events of my own country, the kidnappings, disappearances, rapes, robberies that these are linked to a breakneck pace to the delight of people like Abd el Razzek and co! I thought that's how crimes occur: a lonely girl, a thug, a deserted street and voila! All ingredients of terror and crime were there! So I told myself that I'll ignore it (I'm good for that), but the station was still far away, so I do not know how I said pointing to my watch in a spontaneous gesture but oh so awkward, because my watch was signed and attractive, yet I was too scared to calculate my steps, I said it's getting late and I have to catch the bus! And there against all odds he stopped, he mumbled oh okay, okay! I then had time to look for the first time and saw a young man of about twenty years, maybe more, it seemed as lost, a little crazy! But I do not care, I was too happy save me free and run to the station! Thank God, I was more frightened than hurt!
But evil has returned, the evil is there, when I was in a shop today to shop (have to) and the teller was distressed, the rumors that Beb Bhar there are individuals armed with knives who damn scared everywhere, people were scared, shops began to close, it's raining outside, I have to go anyway when I'm done shopping. The metro is too risky these days (indeed there had almost no), taxis good luck with that, then I'll walk as usual. But the streets were deserted too, darkness threatened to settle in less than an hour, the few pedestrians that I met inspired me distrust and fear, just a man lingers a bit on my face that I stress, I felt thank you to chance, like a drowned threatened by the "Jaws"!
I know that freedom is very expensive to pay I have always been brave, I'm not complaining, as I much suspense, mystery and danger. But then I thought they would return to normal life, we would find our serenity slowly this time would be justified by a healthy climate of freedom, not a police force that wants to establish damn its "stability"! Mom just now told me in tears that she worries too much for us, we would like it goes any at work or at school my sisters and me, I tried reassure her that God will take care of us, that He will protect us, and we could not shut himself up among us, he had to life goes on .. but at the same time, internally, I thought: what if this time tomorrow I would not be me? And if mom would remember from this discussion as the last she ever had with her daughter Imen 28 years? And if it was my destiny to cross the path of a criminal ? And if it was tomorrow I'd go with terror and I uttered a scream inside because I'd be too scared to make a sound when you pick me? And if this time it's not just the "other" as evil happen?
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