Encounter with Hostile Hitchhikers

One of the scariest things that's happened to me recently just happened to me.

I hitched a ride from the mountains to Santiago, which is about an hour's drive,

and then these two guys stopped, and I asked them if they were going to Santiago.

They said yes. I said, "Wow, amazing." I thought God really loved me because I found a ride.

And we start driving, like five minutes in, and everything's fine, and…

They're asking questions, talking, like, it really seems fine.

Then he asks me, "¿De dónde eres?" So, like, I said to him in English, "What? What?"

I tried to understand what he was asking. Where am I from? I said, "Israel."

He slammed on the brakes.

And I was like, "Shit, fuck." I was like, okay, there are lots of people here.

I was assessing the situation. There are lots of people outside, everything's okay.

Then he says, like, "Baja, baja, baja." I don't know what that means.

Like, "Stop, stop." Then he says to me,

We free Palestine. We don't like Israel.

Get out.

But luckily, that's where it ended.