I'm sick of hearing my breath. 4 days I've been hearing just that.
not stop shaking, I can barely type on my PC. I'm still in the cyber
in a back room.
All has been screwed. Everything.
For 4 days this is hell.
Provisions were almost finished when I left Pink and exploration. Dusk in central Barcelona.
The graffiti wall now sprout like mushrooms. But we had not seen anyone make, ever, even though sometimes touched my fingers were black and fresh paint.
went round the streets picking up everything we could collect. Pink
On other trips I had gotten a nice coat that saved me from the recent rains and a Chinese lucky cat, those that move the leg and I called Fernando and myself now looks down from a shelf while move the leg.
Suddenly, something startled us. A roar. A helicopter.
For both realized that it sounded like he was just a couple of streets away and started the race to see with our eyes, if it was true that there was still someone, or if they were the perpetrators of graffiti. Pink
faster to stay ahead of me watching the scene from behind some bushes on the square.
I looked at him and the enormous military helicopter located in the center of the square from a corner, crouched behind some containers.
Unable to move.
Three soldiers got out of the pileup and whether light the field. Pink
I looked I saw a second and I made that gesture, which was still.
was not a rescue helicopter transport but, elongated, green with two large propellers, one on each end.
not send transport helicopters to save people. Had I been a little closer, I would have liked to let them see my friend.
Before I could do anything, ran towards the group, mask in hand.
Then I heard explosions, like two firecrackers and Pink skinny body collapsed.
I saw him. I saw him moving on the ground while his yellow shirt was dyed dark.
always thought that the blood is red, but I only saw black.
And rose. With the blood-soaked shirt front and back. Stoops, stood up and looked for a second to where I was, and I admit, I was panicking.
The panic, the damn panic ran through me like electricity, just thinking to come to me in his delirium and betray me to the murderers who pointed him laughing through their masks.
But Pink was not delirious. Started walking, but not to where I was, but due to another site. And just gave
6 steps, before a second shot slammed into his head knocking him, leaving him lying there, side, single, small ... more and more small, like rot to me. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. I walked away
I ran like never return to the cyber.
And then I lay on the ground, feeling as if these men had followed me.
not stop ...
No, do not stop trembling and now, I'm back
alone ...
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