Sample text of a robbery in Rosario, Argentina (though I moved to Italy now):
Unfortunately protected.
Streets demarcated with traces of concrete that rise high up to the sky, buildings no one bothers to look up to, unbreakable high-tech doors, all filled with the unmistakable odour of fear. Anyone who wasn’t brought up in this environment would be taken aback at seeing how robbers, smugglers, kidnappers and other criminals roll the streets of Rosario with such impunity that not even being in a safe deposit box would be a safe place to be at. A concrete jungle, as Bob Marley would say.
One Saturday night a friend and I were victims of a robbery at a park in Rosario. Since the two armed men were pleasantly riding bicycles and collecting victims on their way, we decided to report the robbery at the nearest police station, innocently expecting that the cops would get our stolen items back. This wasn´t the case, for the police officers on guard that night did hardly anything. First they laughed at us, then they put the blame on us for being out there, they didn’t patrol looking for the robbers -who can’t have been more than five blocks away by then- and finally, to make quite a tragicomic show out of their intervention, they flatly refused to make a report of the robbery. Being warned by the robbers themselves in that reporting the robbery would change nothing, my friend and I were hopelessly led into submission.
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