Heyo.
It',s me, DOTkamina.
Welcome c:
Today I'm writing because I feel strange. Weird. Distorted.
I'll get straight to the point. This post could be considered a turning point, since I'm writing it on a new laptop. A cheap emergency one I bought to fix the problem I was having with the damaged screen on my other one, as I was getting tired of using SpaceDesk to use my phone as a second monitor.
That was a few weeks ago, and I've experienced a sudden shutdown. I suppose it's just a quirk of a second-hand device, since it wasn't brand new. I'll have to make do with this one until I finish the final project. I hope to get a final version this week. Illustrating the skulls... I'm too lazy to do it, to be honest.
But the real reason for this post is the alteration. The thing is, today I went to my internship at the vertebrate museum, as I've probably mentioned in another post. In my free time, I went down a street looking for a place to get a good, cheap lunch.
Then a strange man appeared. First, he told me what seemed to be an alert about student kidnappings. Unfortunately, this has intensified considerably in the country; not long ago, a young woman disappeared under unknown circumstances and was found dead in a wooded area.
But the situation started to become alarming when he began telling me that he was someone hired to eliminate suspects. And he started threatening me.
I froze.
He began telling me that if I didn't cooperate by giving him information about where I study, where I live, my habits, and finally, by showing him my SIM card, he had a group waiting to take me for questioning.
Naturally, I was terrified, but I tried to keep my composure.
I told him to stop talking, that I wasn't going to say another word, and I tried to take refuge in a stationery store that I happened to be near.
Not a single police officer in sight.
That stranger kept telling me he could pull out a gun or a knife at any moment, but he wasn't doing it yet because he wanted to resolve things peacefully.
Anyway, I managed to hide in the stationery store until I had enough money for a taxi to get back to the museum quickly, since it was far away and that stranger was still hanging around nearby, as far as I could see through the window.
I had never felt so threatened and in such an unpleasant situation, because I felt that any decision that man made could have ended in tragedy. Who knows what would have happened if I had been on a less busy street?
Everything is fine now. I don't feel completely terrified, but I do feel uncertain, a more extreme kind.
These are like signs that I shouldn't go to the museum.
I have an important (and mandatory) trip to take soon. Time is running out to finish my final project. The pressure from my mother is increasing. And we're not in the best financial situation, so the ticket is expensive. And I had already been almost mugged some time ago; they managed to snatch my phone while I was trying to write something, but I was able to hold on to it tightly. No one helped; they were just in shock. Although, who could be prepared for situations like that?
I don't know. Ever since the first day I was in that museum, a feeling of "you shouldn't be investing your time in this" has been gnawing at me. It's not like I enjoy being in the museum either. I'd like to say that at least it's something that excites me and "that I've found another possible vocation here," but I just feel like dead weight. I don't know if it's because the tasks are monotonous, or because of the formaldehyde in the dead animals, which is more concentrated, and the rooms are sealed, so the smell is stronger.
The fact that I'm stressed trying to save money on lunches and even the bus fare itself doesn't help much, I think...
Yeah.
I think so. I'll just stay this week. Then I'll think of something to leave for good.
I suppose part of the reason I left early and stayed home is because I'd be wasting an "opportunity" that's hard to come by; it's not like I can just say, "I want to go in and see specimens for the sheer love of it."
But I don't know. Something still tells me I shouldn't keep going, and these robberies seem to be warning me of something. The situation in the country is becoming increasingly unsafe.
