R.I.P. Stevo

I know this is a bit out of date, as this all happened about two months ago, but I couldn't just let it pass.

On the 31st of August 2011 a friend of mine, Stevo Grisales, was walking home in London. I met Stevo in Argentina when I was there on my Exchange Programm in 2008-2009. We had a mutual friend and every time I went to Buenos Aires, we met up for partying of just hanging around with other international people. He was born in Venezuala, one parent being English and the other Argentinian (if I'm right), but lived in Argentina for about five years in total. He always wanted to go to London to study, he had told me several times we would then meet up in Europe when he would finally come over. This July it was finally the case, he got to London and from all I know he was having a blast, preparing to start his studies of Architecture.

Untill he was the wrong person on the wrong place on the wrong time... On the 31st of August he came out of the subway and some kids, 16-18year olds started throwing stuff at hem, just like they did at other people. Stevo told them, the gentlemen he was, to stop. But unfortunately they didn't as they were thinking they were superawesome doing what they were doing. An argument occured and one of them, a 16year-old if my information is correct, took a knife and stabbed Stevo in the brest. He was badly injured and died that same day of his unjuries.
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I don't know what those kids wanted to make clear, but they destroyed not only their own lives, but also the Stevo's, Stevo's family and all his relatives, not forgetting the influence these actions had on Stevo's many friends and acquaintances, to which I believe I can count myself. Still today, more than two months later, people post comments, pictures and video's on his Facebook, trying to process what happened.

We all think it only happens to people we don't know. So did I, untill last August.

See you Stevo, we had fun as long as it lasted. Argentina was the best year of my life and you were part of it bro...