LifeisLife
June 18th, 2011, 07:54 AM
Yesterday I was at a close friend's house and I had to bike 15 km home. It was around 8:40 PM (10 minutes after I left) and suddenly 10 morrocan kids about my age started to follow me. Not 2 minutes later and they were all around me (a few infront of me, a few behind me, a few next to me and all of them were also on bikes ofcourse) and the front ones stopped, then the ones next to me and then the ones behind me. Ofcourse I had to stop too because otherwise I would bike over them/against them. I stopped and asked if they would please move over so I could get home because I still had far to bike. Their response was them calling me things like: "you stupid FAG! HOMO! KUT! (dutch swearword for pussy but then 3 times as bad) LUL (dick) SISSY!" so I was hurt a lot by that. At that same time 4 of them grabbed some stones next to the road and started throwing them at me. the smallest being around 6 cm long and 4 cm wide. I crouched and hid my face with my hands so I didnt see much of it.
It continued for another minute or so before they needed to get more stones. I noticed they stopped and looked up. For some dumb reason they decided to go for stones with 6 of the 10 that were there so I saw my chance and grabbed it. I pushed 2 bikes over and biked over some wheels and got away.... Or so I thought. They noticed ofcourse and weren't glad I biked over their bikes so they followed me for 3 km until I was out of the town. They kept throwing the stones while biking but not a lot of them hit me then. A little while later, while on the biking road next to the highway (it's a shortcut I use a lot of the time, especially when I'm in a hurry, which I was and it's about 5 km further on my route home) and I saw a homeless person.
The homeless person was probably drunk because you couldnt call what he was doing walking anymore. It was more like stumbling and crawling partially.... Anyways, he saw me and stopped his conversation with the lamp-post he was talking to, and started yelling at me about how I'm so stupid and weird and what that thing was that I used to go so fast and that the lights were crazy on cars... Basically all just gibrish. I passed him but before I could he threw 2 halfs of a broken beer bottle at me, missing because he threw them too early. After that he tried to follow me but failed miserably and collapsed next to the highway. Then about a kilometer further on I almost got hit by 2 cars coming from both sides and my front wheel got hit by one of them. After that I biked really fast and got home tired and wet. (it had been raining since the morrocans chased me out of Hilversum.)
That's what happened on the way home. A few other people in my school have also been assaulted before by morrocans for no reason. I have never seen them before in my life on the route I bike and I've been biking there for about 3 months now. Thank God I'm moving on tuesday!
It continued for another minute or so before they needed to get more stones. I noticed they stopped and looked up. For some dumb reason they decided to go for stones with 6 of the 10 that were there so I saw my chance and grabbed it. I pushed 2 bikes over and biked over some wheels and got away.... Or so I thought. They noticed ofcourse and weren't glad I biked over their bikes so they followed me for 3 km until I was out of the town. They kept throwing the stones while biking but not a lot of them hit me then. A little while later, while on the biking road next to the highway (it's a shortcut I use a lot of the time, especially when I'm in a hurry, which I was and it's about 5 km further on my route home) and I saw a homeless person.
The homeless person was probably drunk because you couldnt call what he was doing walking anymore. It was more like stumbling and crawling partially.... Anyways, he saw me and stopped his conversation with the lamp-post he was talking to, and started yelling at me about how I'm so stupid and weird and what that thing was that I used to go so fast and that the lights were crazy on cars... Basically all just gibrish. I passed him but before I could he threw 2 halfs of a broken beer bottle at me, missing because he threw them too early. After that he tried to follow me but failed miserably and collapsed next to the highway. Then about a kilometer further on I almost got hit by 2 cars coming from both sides and my front wheel got hit by one of them. After that I biked really fast and got home tired and wet. (it had been raining since the morrocans chased me out of Hilversum.)
That's what happened on the way home. A few other people in my school have also been assaulted before by morrocans for no reason. I have never seen them before in my life on the route I bike and I've been biking there for about 3 months now. Thank God I'm moving on tuesday!