Help! Help!

Saturday afternoon two guys in the motorcycle decided to destroy my merry picture of the safeness of Malaysia. They stole my bag with my camera, phone, wallet, iPod while threatening with gun looking thing. The warrior spirit inside me did not surrender in peace (which would have been a better option) so while fighting back they hit me in the head with their gun. My head started bleeding. The cowards were driving away while I still cursed them in Finnish with so bad words I didn't even knew I know.

Thanks to good hearted people that helped me without any reward I got treatment fast. Young Indian boy who was first ones to arrive at the scene while I was crying" Help! Help!" became my guardian angel. He used his phone to call to ambulance and police which both refuse to come but then found me a private transportation to the nearest clinic. He escorted me until I was in save care of my dearest friend Kien Lee. I'm also grateful to the doctor at the clinic who stitched my head, clean out the blood out from my hair, face, arm and gave me a clean shirt, everything for free cause all my money was stolen and said "he is ashamed that something like this happens in his country".

In the end of the day what I most hate of loosing is the common sense of safeness. In just seconds totally strangers decided to invade my private space and narrow my freedom to move around in this city alone. But while the accident showed that one must be careful cause there is idiots around it also showed me the endless kindness and concern of both friends and strangers. Good hearted people completely outnumber the bad ones and for that I'm thankful!