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It was 7 o’ clock and I had one hour left before finishing my last day at my internship with Process Street, a new startup here in Buenos Aires. The team consisted of the two co-founders , Vinay and Cameron, and me, the intern. I found the internship through Craigslist in August and worked one day a week,
“Hey, we’ve got a surprise for you. We’re taking you out to dinner. We’re going to go to this awesome Chinese food place called Shangai Dragon down the street. ” said Vinay as him and Cameron walked in the house after getting back from the gym.
“What? Sweet! I’m ready!” I replied back excitedly. Mike, one of their roommates, also came along with us to the restaurant.
We drank a few honey-flavored beers and ate the delicious Chinese stir fry. Since Mike and Vinay are from Australia, Cameron is from Canada and I’m from the US, we found ourselves in a deep conversation about the histories of how our countries were started and our lives growing up. Then everything changed.
“Wait, what’s going on over there?” Cameron interrupted our conversation and gestured towards the bar in the middle of the restaurant.
I turned my shoulder and realized one of the waiters was sitting on his knees on the ground in the middle of the bar with his hands behind his back. “Wait a second. What the heck is going on?” I thought to myself.
Then I froze. My eyes widened, jaw dropped out of fear and I clenched my fists until my knuckles were white.
*Cha-ching* The cash register opened and one waiter handed money to a man who then stuffed it in his brown messenger bag. Another man wearing a black t-shirt around his mouth, like a cowboy would with a bandanna and dark sunglasses covering his eyes, stood by his side. A pistol stuck out of his waistband.
Then I realized this was real life. The restaurant was being robbed and I was right there in the middle of it.
“Okay, guys. Don’t move or say anything because I think those guys are robbing this place right now.” I muttered in English as calmly as possible. We didn’t make any rash movements.
Once the men obtained all the money from the cash register, they proceeded to leave the restaurant. At the same time however, an older couple, likely in their late 70s, were trying to escape the restaurant discretly.
The man with the mask grabbed the woman by her arm and muttered a few words in Spanish. I didn’t catch what he said but thankfully he didn’t harm her and took off with the other thief. We heard the screech of the tires spinning as they took off before the police arrived.
Afterwards, I felt shocked and confused by the situation and the fact that it really happened right in front of my eyes. We finished the rest of our drinks and left in awe at the fact that we witnessed a robbery.
I feel extremely thankful that I wasn’t hurt nor was anyone else and that they only thing they did was steal money. It’s still insane, for me at least, to think that this actually happened and that now I’m writing about this- two days later.