One other thing I haven't mentioned because I figured either none of you would give a shit, or that I would be just badmouthing my beloved homeland even further, is that I got another cellphone stolen 10 days ago which is why my activity has been a little low (if you guys even noticed). This is the 4th time I've suffered a robbery in the past two years and the second time they threatened my life. This shit is common in my country, but the fucking frequency with which it happens to me gets me thinking. Do I dress too "well"? Do I do a poor job on hiding valuable belongings? Do I look like a helpless victim? Do they follow me from the bus stops? Thinking about this fucking shit is fucking pointless already. What really makes my head spin is the fact that since a few months now my mother has been exessively pushy towards the idea that I should leave this country. I don't fucking want to. No fucking way. But eventually I may start to wonder wether I want to stay and risk death by crime, starvation, kidnap, opposing the regime or what-the-fuck-ever, or leave and have a chance at life instead of a chance at surviving.