The Accident in Prague
We had arrived in Prague, Czech Republic that morning very early, at about 5:30 am, we took the subway and left with our bags to the cheap accommodation on the outside of the city, which we had booked. Obviously, by the time, the room was not ready. The owners of the place, a very loving Austrian couple, gave us breakfast (Probably the bluntest breakfast we have ever had in our life) and then they stored our luggage, so we would not waste time and go out to tour the city.
At that time, with Gery, we were living a period of low intensity of our love. The fights became somewhat recurrent, and in order to avoid more conflicts, the relationship began to gradually turn into something somewhat worn out and undervalued.
We took the subway, and we got off at one of the stops near the city center. We walked for a while and we begin to climb up a small hill where we expected to see one of the many attractions the city has. As we were walking, we began to listen to very loud music. Electronic music that sounded absurdly loud in the distance. We ignored it for about 20 minutes, but after a while we got curious. We were already there, we had to go to discover what it was. We walked for a while, and finally, we found a kind of fair, full of different stands where they sold different kinds of things, such as meals, t-shirts, among others. We bought a sticker, for a friend who had asked me for a sticker before we started the trip, to a guy from Texas who spoke Spanish, so we started talking with him. He told us about his life, he explained that the place was the point of arrival of a protest pro-marihuana and that in a few minutes, it would be full of people.
While we were talking, he received a call asking him to go find some things in the parking place, so he asked us if we wanted to accompany him, to continue the conversation.
We accepted and we left to the parking lot. The three of us were walking, first, the Texan, then I was a few meters behind him, and behind me was Gery. While walking, there was a moment when a strong wind came, so strong that I would say I have never seen anything like that ever before. It was so strong that it lifted some dust, so I turn to see where Gery was and I saw how she, about 4 meters from me, turns her head by the dust, and behind her, one of the tents rises, flies about 7 or 8 meters and hits her directly on the back of her neck, with a force that sent her directly to the floor and continues advancing hitting other people on its way.
In that second, after seeing that, I thought It had killed her. I ran to her, (those 4 meters were the longest of my life) and asked her to talk to me, to tell me something.
She raised her head and said she was fine. Listening to her voice was one of the greatest reliefs I’ve had in my life.
I touched her head, and I realized that it was full of blood. I told her to be calm and not to move, and at that moment, an ambulance entered …
The guy in the ambulance looked at her, cleaned her wound, and told me that she had to be taken to the hospital. All this, practically by signs. In a moment, this guy came closer with a syringe to inject serum. Gery asked me to try to tell him that she usually passes out with the needles, but he insisted that she needed it. I don’t lie when I say that the guy suffered from Parkinson’s. I never saw a person shiver so much before giving an injection. They took her to an ambulance while I tried to harmonize the environment despite the tension.
At that moment, another ambulance arrives, and the guy who was in charge leaves, as if the boss had arrived. An arrogant guy, who believed himself to be God, who had no interest in trying to talk. He checked Gery and told me that she had to go to the hospital. I assumed I was going to go in the ambulance with her, but the guy made it clear to me, in a rather unfriendly way that it was not going to be like that. I asked him how I could pay for the ambulance, that we had insurance, and the guy didn’t answer or even look at me.
At that point, I already hated this guy, but I needed to know where they would take her, so I asked him, and the guy closed the door of the ambulance in my face. I wanted to kill him, I was putting my girlfriend’s health on a guy who I really wanted to kill. I went to the other nurse guy to ask him to intercede, that I needed to know where they would take her and he agreed. While talking about this, the guy in the ambulance realized that Gery did not speak English very well and that he needed her passport data, which I was bringing, so he was forced to open the door and talk to me. I went in, and the guy continued with an odious disposition, to the point that I told Gery to go by taxi to the hospital because I wasn’t going to let her go with that person. Obviously that made him very angry and demanded me to get out of the ambulance.
In those terms, the truth is that all I wanted was that he gave me a reason to leave him as one more patient to be taken to the hospital, so I said no, I wasn’t going to get down from the ambulance. He told me he was going to call the police, and I told him to do it, that I didn’t care. At this point, I just wanted to make his life bitter, I wanted him to live a moment as unpleasant as I was living it. I told Gery calmly that when the police arrived I would get off, and that I was going to take a taxi so we were going to meet at the hospital.
That’s when the police arrived. They were physically like the skinheads of the movie American X. Obviously, in those conditions, there was nothing else than going down, but while doing so, exaggeratedly slow, I shouted several insults in Spanish to alter him for the last time. Among them, I said “son of a bitch”. When I got off, the guy from the ambulance closes the door, the ambulance leaves to the hospital and the policeman grabs me while standing in front of me, 2 other policemen were behind him. He looked at me and told “who are you coming to say, son of a bitch, Do you think I don’t understand Spanish? ”
At that time, I saw myself massacred by those three police officers, then becoming a prisoner, unable to leave prison and with Gery in the hospital.
Now in a totally different position than the one I had gotten off from the ambulance, since the guy I wanted to kill was already gone, and where I was being grabbed by a policeman who believed I was calling him son of a bitch. I was terrified. I said, “No no, I was telling it to the ambulance guy”, the policeman looks at me, in that second I realized that now the place was full of people watching the show we were giving, so the policeman pushed me hard and told me to leave.
The relief I felt at that time was unforgettable. I grabbed my things and went to find a taxi.
When I took the first taxi, I ask the guy to take me to the hospital and he gave me an absurd rate. I was in a hurry to arrive, so I had to accept the conditions even though I knew he was charging me an abusive price. I told him I found really bad that he was that kind of person, that I knew he was cheating me, but that I needed to arrive at the hospital fast.
I finally arrived, they checked Gery, they put stitches on her and it didn’t go worse than that. When we finally left the hospital, we walked through a park and I started to cry. Again life had shown me how fragile everything was, how easy things can change. The situation obviously made me understand how absurd and unimportant the fights and conflicts we were having were, and allowed me to see clearly, free of basic and absurd emotionality, the love I felt and what I should do in the future. It gave me a second chance to really love, understanding how easy things can change, and how important it is to value the life we have and the people who accompany us on our path.
Again, a life lesson that, despite the years, remembering it makes me come back to reason.