I was in a train back from Trnava to Bratislava. It was nice and warm late fall evening. The train wasn’t crowded, just decent amount. I was looking forward to lying into my bed which was nice and welcoming and it too surely couldn’t wait till it would support my back. I was watching through the dusty window into the distances of Bratislava outskirts and enjoying nice view of electric lit streets, when a man sitting next to me and left to take off on the last station before Bratislava. I was wondering about my next project. It really bugged me because my co-worker kind of compelled me to do it with him and I didn’t like it because it wasn’t really my thing.

I was sitting in the foremost carriage and waited till all people left since it was the last stop, there was no rush to leave and I wasn’t in a mood for crowding. And also the chair was so comfortable and warm it occurred to me unbelievable I had to vacate it. But a thought of my cosy apartment gave me the strength. When everything was stark I staggered out of the compartment onto a platform. Since I was at the front of the train it took me good few minute to get to the underpass. As I descending down the stairs, my mood was getting better because my favourite song, break away, started to play in my headphones. I didn’t pay much attention to the surroundings which seem to be a bad Idea. As I reached ascending stairs, my left ear beheld a suspicious sound which alarmed my stress hormone glands. Everything slowed down as if in a movie when a car crash occurs. A strong hand grabbed me for the back of my neck. It was rapidly closing its clutch and I could see appearing from behind me, as I was pulled by the hand backwards towards the ground, a dirty head with black, curly standing hair making the head look pretty huge. However my veins were filled with adrenaline, my heart was pounding and muscles stretched, ready to strike, I remained petrified. More untidy heads appeared around mine. It was like I was falling down a sinkhole to never stop. Finally my bag reached a floor with a thud as I dropped it a moment ago. It all seemed like ages when the heads finally stood still the one which related to the hand “gently” holding my neck resonated:” release all your valuables.” As one of them reached for my pockets, I began shaking violently, produced saliva trough my clenched teeth as though I had an epileptic seizure. The hand immediately released its grip and I fell on the hard tiled ground. I was bruised on my back bad, but I proceeded with the shaking and salivating. The muggers in terror run away except the first one. As I was pounding my body against a floor, he was looking through my pockets and pulled out my phone and dialled the emergency number and called the ambulance. I knew that I have that I have to go on with my fake seizure till the ambulance comes, because the paramedic at the call-centre would instruct the mugger to look for signs of life on me and they would really fast find out I was faking it. That would really piss him off. I don’t really remember what he was speaking of, but he tried to hold me to the ground so I wouldn’t bruise myself further.
It took about seven minutes for the ambulance to come, my muscles were strained and I was really glad they finally came because I was sure I couldn’t fake it for another minute. A doctor asked mugger how long the seizure lasted. He answered for about ten minutes. The doctor seemed to be shocked by that information. Another medic took the mugger to side, to talk to him. When the doctor kneeled to me I started to shake and played unconscious. When he put his ear to my mouth and nose to feel for signs of breathing I whispered to his ear:” I’ve been mugged.”