It was November 9th, the second day of the Steem Fest conferences and I arrived to the venue at 4 pm. Yeah, I missed most of the conferences and I regret that very much. When I got to the venue, some people already knew what had happened the night before and asked me if I was ok (or maybe they just wanted to see my injuries, who knows) and this caught me off-guard since I only told a few people what happened.
I went straight to see 
I´m a bit stubborn and silly when it comes to injuries, I always walk them off unless they are really serious and a visit to the doctor can´t be avoided. His words: I wouldn´t worry about the injury but this can definitely get infected, and an infection in that place could go wrong very easily, you should visit a doctor as soon as possible.
Well, that was my cue to leave the venue and miss the other conferences and dinner time :(
Ok, I need to rewind the tape to the night before so you get the full story
After the first day of conferences, we had dinner in the same venue and after that, we all as a Steem Family went bowling, it´s worth mentioning my team (and I) wasn´t as good as we hoped but still, I had a blast playing with 
After the bowling bananas, we decided to hit the alchemia bar, the one that would prove to be our home pub during these days. But then, the Spanish speaking crew told me "Hey, let´s get out of here, let´s go to a proper club" and I couldn´t say no, after all these guys are my friends and I was looking forward to have a night out with them, the crew was 
It was a regular night out, it was early and none of us was drunk, we had a few beers at the bowling place and perhaps some wine during dinner but nothing out of the ordinary. We took a Taxi from Alchemia to the Club zone and started walking.
We met a dude on the street, one of those who invites you to a strip club, and altough we denied his invitation, we asked him for a good club around there. He took us to LOKAL, supposedly one of the best in the area. We noticed some beautiful girls smokoing outside and we heard the music coming from inside and we decided to go inside.
As Spaniards and Latinos, we are loud and easy going. Apparently and from what I heard afterwards, some Polish people - not all of them -, especially bouncers, are racist. The bouncer received us like this:
Bouncer: "There is no reggaeton here and no slutty girls, you don´t like this music, go somewhere else".
Bouncer: Oh really? Well, that would be 40 zloty per person.
We knew he was just trying to get some cash or maybe make us go somewhere else
The bouncer, highly irritated now, lets us in
We were having a good time, not the best of times but still, it was fun. We had one beer and some of the crew went to the dance floor to see what´s up. I stayed at the bar near the entrance to see what´s up around here.
Note: "See what´s up" means trying to meet some Polish girls, in case you missed the memo.
I think we had only been there for less than half an hour when I notice one of the bouncers is choking
When I reached them, I felt someone grabing me from behind and starting to choke me and just when I knew what was happening I fel someone else grabbing my arm from one side and as if it wasn´t enough, another bouncer started hitting me.
He swang four punches to my face. I was able to parry one of them and to dodge another one - even with the two guys holding and choking me - but I got two punched two times in the face, I got a bit dizzy and lowered my guard, that´s when I got thrown out of the club, all while getting punches on my side and slaps on my back.
I wanted to go home but it was still very early, as I said, the night was just starting so we decided to go somewhere else.
I went to the restroom to try and clean the injury and that´s when I noticed it wasn´t a minor one:
Yeah, that´s gonna leave a scar - I thought. And I was right, I still have the scar today and I hate it, I hope I can find a cream or something to smooth it up.
I wanted to go home, I stayed for maybe half an hour in the new place and then I got a taxi.
I got home and slept for about 18 hours. I was tired and I guess my body needed to recover...
So yeah, that´s the reason why you see pictures of me without beard, and you also see picture of me with a full lumberjack beard. I had to shave in order to not get the injury infected and because I needed to clean it constantly, doctors orders.
