It Happened Back Home Vicente Chavez from El Salvador
It was December 17, 1998. I took a plane to my country. My older brother was there and my mother's sister and my grandfather. I almost cried, but I didn't. Everything seemed so small—for example, the streets, the houses, and the bridges. But people there were scared. Everybody there said to me, "Be careful." It was late, and I was going home. I
was riding a bicycle when a truck stopped. The
window opened and a man pointed a gun straight to
my head and said, "Hey boy, put your bicycle in the
back of the truck and have a good evening." My
reaction was quick. "Okay, no problem." Then I
walked to my house. The people in the truck were
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