Alone in crowded streets of Paris by Viyan
Me and a friend were walking through central Paris. France has just won a football game and qualified for the next round of the W-cup. The streets were filled with people, cars were driving around, stereos on max, some even with people on the roofs waving the french flag. As we are walking one of the cars, a white van, slowed down and a man starts screaming at me. I don’t remember what he said. I tried to make him understand that i was not interested and that he should just drive on. Then i heard the door slam and i knew, without looking back, that he had stopped and jumped out. Soon i a felt his hand on my shoulder. He was talking but i can’t remember what he was saying. I turned around. Infront of me was the biggest human being I have ever seen. His hand still on my shoulder was the size of my head. I feelt fear, shame, anger, panic, surreality and just wtf. I told him something in lines of not touching me and leaving me alone while walking away. But he persisted. Followed after me kept on touching me. My friend was in chock unable to be of any help. None in the streets seemed to react either. I yelled at him tried to fight his hands of but he was so strong and just huge. I started to be really scared. It was not just the normal everyday inconvience anymore, I realised that if he decided he could just lift me up and through me into the van(someone was driving it slowly along the sidewalk following us) and there would be nothing i could do. I was wearing a light summer dress. He hand managed to get under my dress and between my legs. I froze. Then I turned around to face him. Yelled at him louder. Streched out my arms to keep him away from me. Started to kick towards him. It all felt so helpless though, so fucking scary and surreal cause i as very aware that he was so much stronger. This is all happening in the midst of huge crowd. none stopped. Then another car stopped across the street from us. i thought they would help. it turned out to be a car full of young guys who started to point at us and laugh, look she is trying to kick him in her flip-flops, she stands no chance. the absurdity of this woke me up a bit and anger took over instead of panic. i kicked as hard as i could and hit him straight on his shin. this made him let go of me with both his gigantic hands and touch his leg instead. as soon as i was free of his grip i took my friends armed and we walked away. As fast as we could. what gives me chills until today is that feeling of total hopelessness, that he had all the power, and the surreality of it all happening among so many people.