I have just found out that one of my dearest friends has been brutally murdered back home in Argentina. He was working as a bus driver although his true passion was acting and the arts. Coming back home at 3am from his shift, a group of thugs approached him and shot him in the back of the neck for reasons yet unknown (they took no money or belongings from him). His father came out to find his son bleeding to death on his doorstep. I had no idea until something compelled me to check his Facebook wall to see what he was up to (we only spoke on the phone to weeks ago when he called me to say he was coming to London for a visit next March). I am beside myself thinking of his poor family and the beautiful life extinguished in a split second by some vile, disgusting low-life who has now disappeared without a trace. My amazing, wonderful, loving, talented friend has become another statistic. I am so desperately sad...
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