When I was fifteen, my family and I were going to Embu das Artes to visit a famous street market. The way to get there was pitch hard because the street had no asphalt, so we had to go a bit slow, the road was really empty due to there was a big forest there and few people lived in that location.
After ten minutes on the road, suddenly a car blocked our car and we got stuck, then two guys with machine guns got out of the car, and my mother ran away at the same time starting a high speed persecution on that small road with many hairpin bends. It had last 2 minutes when a bus on another hand was coming, there was no way to pass so my mother crashed the car on the bus strongly. Afterwards, the robbers ran away to the other side and quickly we called the police. It was an afraid situation and I was scared to death. Nobody got hurt, tough.
Daniel, what a scared story! Was that true? Had your mother or you gotten hurt?
It’s a scared story… but thanks god that nobody got hurt!