Sick afternoon in the poorest slums of Cartagena Colombia

So as we are visiting one of our sponsored children, Luis Miguel , a fight breaks out in front of this family's 1-room house, all you can hear is shouting, things being thrown, all around commotion, while all this is happening, our sponsored childs' mother frantically runs outside, screaming for her older (18 year old) son to get inside the house...I quickly hit record on my camera, and by that time the mother and son and another relative that was outside runs in and they shut the metal gate door...all I can see and hear at this point is other neighbors doing exactly the same thing...I have never (seriously) felt an emotion that intense of fear, adrenaline, anxiety...basically for the next 20 or 30 seconds we were all peering through the open metal gate doors and windows to see if any of the gangster kids started shooting around, if that started happening or if the police were to rush in , then all the gang members would find the first open door and hide or who knows what...honestly, I loved it...I don't think the family understood what I meant. You know, I guess since I haven't witnessed anything like that before it was novelty... For them it is a hazard that they deal with day in and day out, I gather from them that they are used to this kind of violence but the true uneasy feeling must be knowing that any day that fight and stray bullet or attack could be their unlucky moment.
Once again, I reflect on what really is important in life...talk later, Paula and I are going out tonight in Cartagena to enjoy our last night here (Sunday, was actually mellow...no big parties on sundays...monday's another story)
Note:
The airport says that our bags are coming on Tuesday...we need to check at 2:30pm to see if they made it on that flight....hope so otherwise , I'm going to lose it on American Airlines...oh yeah...did I mention what a bad airline they are?!! The worst!
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