I cannot recall the "story" of this one, just the main focus.
I was in Spain (i had been talking with a friend last night, about Barcelona), watching a series of guys bull fighting, or running down the streets in front of the bulls. Every time, the guys were killed. The last time was particularly gruesome. The dude was ripped apart by the MASSIVE horns of these GIANT bulls.
I had a feeling of not wanting to watch, but was unable to take my eyes away. Then when it happened, i was surprised to notice that i felt nothing for the stupid guy who took his life in his own hands by being involved in such a dangerous "sport", and i felt much compassion and respect for these huge beasts.