Today I heard that the older man who was staying with his son in the room next to mine passed away. He was shot and robbed from his motorcycle on Friday. I just noticed he had stopped being around. He was always a very lively, very polite man, and he arrived after a road trip with his son. We would hear him and his son in upbeat conversations for long periods of time. He kept even the most difficult guest entertained for the night at the hostel and once asked me to join him in his meal after his son had left, on a day I was full. The owner of the hostel emphasized how important it is to not resist criminals. I am saddened by the way that man went. His life was worth more than his motorcycle.