The Slum of Competitiveness

Date: 7/10/2021

I was at the sanguinary streets of Mostro Cristo, a place where strength, courage and skill is the most valuable characteristics you can display. They have a really rough sports culture, street fighting, heights jumping and dangerous moves on wheels. On my way through the slums I couldn't avoid getting into trouble, the people noticed I was a foreigner and they would test me aggressively. I did my best, bicycle maneuvers, fist fights and running races. I escaped the most crowded areas and I felt real inferior. I found this football field and went straight into the game. Missed a few goals and my teammates were angry, they take everything too serious. On the bench, just watching the game, a deep sadness took me over for some reason. One of the players, a girl, came by and told me to take care of her beer. I thought to myself, if I sip all this beer it's just a matter of time until I regain enough confidence to destroy this game. A neighbor was playing Left 4 Dead, I could hear the loud theme song echoing through the night.