I was attacked in Barcelona over 40 years ago by a moslem Turk in a long filthy poopy smelly hoody robe...
he ran onto the sidewalk from a building and took us by surprise..
His long dirty finger nails bit into my arm and drew blood and he tried to drag me off the busy street in broad daylight...
only my 2 friends punching him and trying to force his fingers apart saved me...
He was jabbing away in Arabic and fighting them with his free arm and they were screaming and belting him one...
One of my friends was a German girl and the other was Spanish.. they were determined to save me..
They were as frightened as I was...thank goodness though that they weren’t paralyzed..
it was surreal but it happened..
O-M-G!
I was really very lucky. My sister and I were in Paris walking towards the Sacre Coeur from the Moulin Rouge. It was a narrow street. My sister and I were having a HUGE cat fight. She was on one side of the street, I on the opposite side. I was watching and yelling at her instead of paying attention to the doors of the buildings. In one split second a Muslim man pulled me into a building and closed the door behind us. Because I was so furious at my sister and I do mean white hot furious, I was able to focus all that fury onto him. My knee was aimed at his private parts, my arm was pulled back, my hand in a tight fist about 8 inches from the bridge of his nose. I hissed threats to him in English that translated well into Arabic if you know what I mean. He swore at me and let me go. I opened the door, left and continued the cat fight with my sister. It was just a matter of seconds. My sister's chin was on the floor and she was in total shock. I am so thankful that we were fighting. Don't know what would have happened if I was in a mellow mood.
Moral of story for you guys out there. DO NOT get between gals when they are fighting. ; )