Feo-struck

I was walking down a quaint street in Santiago, Chile, perusing the open-air book fair, and I lingered for just a moment too long to find myself struck in the face by two metal poles that were holding up the makeshift tent. I was stunned. And three men rushed over to remove the tent from my face. I put my sun glasses back on my face and walked away. A man at one of the book stalls asked me if my face was alright as I was passing by. I replied in Spanish, "It's ugly, but I'm okay." He was quite confused by my reply, not realizing that he had intruded my extentializing thoughts. I gave a genuine smile in appreciation for his concern, and then I scampered off in fear of any more commotion that could evoke a panic of tears. 

Goodbye, open-aired book fair.