When I was younger, my dad used to tell me a story about when he was a teenager. When he was a teenager he went to the US to visit his uncle and he was at the airport something happened. At terminal 2 of the Chicago airport, two men were fighting. One had a gun and was about to shoot the other one: The shooter was a crazy man and all the people were screaming and laying on the floor. When the police arrived tried to stop the shooter and calm him down. In the end, the shooter gave the gun to the police and they took him to jail. I don't know if my father made the story up or if it really happened, but it's his story and I believe him.
Lluc Mestre
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