The author of this story didn't enjoy living in El Salvador, and this summary of a bank robbery he witnessed shows how it was dangerous to live there.
One day during the summer my friend and I were driving around with my mom and our maid, Anna Maria. We had just finished visiting a sewing store where my mom and Anna Maria had bought cloth. On our way home we were stopped at an intersection waiting for the light to turn green when a red SUV pulled into the intersection turning left, slammed on its brakes, backed up quickly, and sped off. We realized that this was definitely not normal and began to look around the area. About 100 feet up the road from our car we saw two people running from the direction of a BanCo building, which is a bank. They were dressed in all black and wore ski masks on their faces. Both carried black rifles with another clip duct taped onto the clip that was currently inserted. Oddly enough, we did not panic or become frightened. I suppose we had a false sense of security because we were in a car, and they were not running toward us. The two ran toward a small green Toyota, made the driver get out, and drove off. The light turned green, and we drove home. I am still not sure whether this was actually a bank robbery because the gunmen were not carrying anything away with them. And it is unlikely that this was a carjacking because the gunmen were both carrying rifles, which could be very cumbersome when trying to enter and drive a car.