From beating a woman with a belt to machete; When a street fight turns into blood

I hadn't walked a few steps towards my car when two Gulags got out of another car, one was holding a club and the other was a machete. They came towards me with insults and insults. I had no way back and no way forward.

((The Landhor driver! He pulled the woman down from the car and then fell on the poor woman with the belt!))

The young man who was furiously talking to the police officer was not more than twenty years old, with a bruised face, a broken nose, and a head wrapped in white bandages.

He was talking confused and scared, as if the voices of the bullies were still ringing in his ears and he could feel the shadow of the men who had killed him.

Mertike suddenly braked in the middle of the entrance of the underpass and jumped out of the car. He went to the student, opened the door and forcibly pulled a woman out of the car. He was dragged a few meters on the ground and then fell to his knees with a belt.

At first I wanted to get off and go see what was going on, but I said to myself that it must be a fight between husband and wife, what does it have to do with me? I got careless I just honked a few horns so that he started his car in the middle of the road.

But instead of opening the way, he turned back and cursed. I could not control myself. I got off, I was not even a few steps closer to him when he reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife.

I went back to my car and took the steering wheel lock, at first I thought I was in a normal street fight, the kind of fights that start with a horn and increase with a few curses and curses and finally end somehow.

I was going towards him when the same woman, who was lying on the ground and moaning under the blows of the belt, raised her head and shouted: My son, run away! This is my husband, he is drunk, he is not feeling well!

With the woman's screams and screams, I realized who I was dealing with, I was very scared, I went to my car to return the same way I came, I didn't have the courage to argue and fight with an unreasonable drunk person.

But I hadn't gone a few steps to my car when two Gulags got out of another car, one was holding a club and the other was a machete. They came towards me with insults and insults. I had no way back, no way forward.

The only thing I remember is that the three of them had shaved their heads and had thick beards and sideburns.

I don't remember what happened until I opened my eyes and saw that I was on the hospital bed, the nurses were saying; Someone called the emergency room and they brought me to the hospital in an ambulance.

The young man suddenly distanced himself from the heat and passion of complimenting, ran his hand over his bruised face, then, trying to hide his anger behind his youthful pride, he took a deep breath and told the agent who was the same age as him: "My parents have told me more than a hundred times; Wherever you saw a fight and a conflict, he ran away from it, but I was ignorant and did not listen to them, this is the result of not listening to the elders!

The beginning of the young man's story started with a simple horn; A rightful protest against the person who blocked the traffic of cars without considering the rights of others.

But what had happened is something beyond the usual imagination in such a situation, maybe if one day one of the friends of this young man had told him such a story, he would hardly have accepted that such a calamity had happened to him because of a honking and protesting the right!

With the call of the investigator, the young man entered the room together with the agent, and behind the two of them, I was thinking about the consequences of the case that the young man and his family would be involved with.

to the case whose defendants are on the run and the plaintiff's troubles to arrest the defendants

to the violence against the woman who screams under the blows of the belt

To the husband who beat his wife

To those two people who, according to the addresses given by the youth, were the brothers of the man, and instead of supporting their brother's wife, who was moaning under the wind and the whip of the belt, they had beaten the poor youth to death with a club and a machete.

I was thinking that; Sometimes the time gap between an ordinary incident and a criminal case is a few seconds, a decision that is made in a few seconds and its consequences are with a person for years.