Today I want to highlight one piece I'm planning to "forget" and never interact with throughout the 7-year duration of this series. It is nothing new to state that (the lack of proper) security in Mexico has been a huge issue for many years now. Actually, as long as I can remember, it's been one, if not THE, largest perceived problem for people who live here. However, I had never experienced anything extreme (outside of the regular assaults and robberies that unfortunately I believe every Mexican has experienced at least once) in my life. At least until recently. This piece was inspired by a shooting that my wife, my friends, and I experienced last year. During a night out at a bar, probably still before midnight, we were having drinks, chatting and singing to 00s Spanish pop out of our lungs. All of a sudden, multiple loud bangs echoed back and forth at the place. As we are taught from an early age, every single person at the bar threw themselves to the floor trying to become one with the tile surface. I clearly remember looking around (even with an obstructed view due to my face being basically at the ground), and feeling trapped beneath the underside of the metal table above me, boxed in among a sea of feet, hands and contorted bodies. "Where is the shooting coming from? How's my wife doing? Is this over? What the hell should we do now to be safe?" Crawling as fast and as low as we could, my group and I rushed to the kitchen at the back of the bar, where dozens of humans were packed like sardines in a 12x12 ft space. It wasn't until we heard the sirens and saw the police that we rushed outside to grab the keys of our cars and to shakily drive back home after such an awful event. Definitely one of my worst recent memories, and one I wish I could forget for obvious reasons. At least now I get to do so symbolically. Thank you for reading. Unfinished Past #7