For 2 days I did not leave behind the counter.
Spending hours locked in the gloom, barely daring to breathe me psychologically exhausted in a way that never could have imagined.
Finally, I got to the top of the building that was the internet cafe in search of food, it was a small apartment with kitchen, bath and bed.
And then I did something that until then had me like crazy but ... I do not know.
I guess I felt too unwell to think.
took a shower.
hot water, almost boiling, steam for the first time, completely forget about whether he was poisoned, had dropped mushrooms or acid.
I did not care.
Then I wanted to clean clothes in the closets and I felt a little better to embrace Fernando on the couch and sleep.
God does not know how I slept. And I would not be awakened by hunger and thirst.
I pondered for a while until I decided I had only two options for food, or starve.
wore three and half days without food, more than what I've been in my life however was not hungry.
Not a bit.
But I had to eat.
The idea that suddenly attack me right now has been diluted enough but only for 4 days was real terror. Pink
The image is sharp fall in my brain as if I were seeing before me, skinny, awkward and crooked.
The only thing I got was the laptop bag ... and my lucky cat.
Walking through an empty city began to seem normal.
It was a day and a half that the ash had stopped falling, and has not done it again until today, the sky was bright that day. Blue, clear and beautiful. I walked down the street
Balmes, ears aware of anything, taking refuge under the awnings. Trustee supermarket and ate sitting in any hall. What else did ya?
The plan was to leave Barcelona and went. I walked
letting the midday breeze swaying my hair and in a few moments until I almost trust me. Almost think that this was normal, it was fine ...
And suddenly I could only stand dry. Like a strike, a voice, a distant voice ... a guitar, which made me start running toward her scared to death, but no, they were helicopters.
was a recording.
I stood under the balcony of that music that came out breathing at high speed with fatigue and terror, but had to look, had to do.
The front door was broken, and the voice of Chavela Vargas with his "Weeping Woman" seemed to call from upstairs.
I went in stony silence, as if the old Vargas was there and was afraid to interrupt. As if the spirit of the police car was to leave for good if he saw me.
The room was empty. Only the player and a blanket. A closet now paragraph also had been covering the window.
city took the blanket and under a rifle.
I left the computer on the floor and picked it up as I could, listening to the song started again.
Until a voice behind me made me scream.
was a military big, very big. A soldier was killed as Pink.
I threatened with the rifle, I told him to be quiet but he just talking in a fatherly tone that only managed to piss me off more and more, telling me to leave him because it would hurt me.
could only think that if I was going to hurt him when he pulled the trigger, then I felt a strong blow on the shoulder, like a blow with a metal rod and a lot of pain.
And I fell to the ground screaming.
It took almost 10 seconds to find out what happened, did not take into account the recoil. It's that simple.
The bullet was embedded in the ceiling above the door and I had actually done damage.
Then, on pain of Chavela Vargas, I thought he would kill me. But he did not.
just whispered to me that this was normal, I had a dislocated shoulder.
I took his arm, almost by force, preventing me to get right with one of his own feet and pulled unexpectedly strong. Nothing ever hurt me so much. And
moved to make sure it was good ... and pinned him.
I could not stop mourn in pain and fear.
And he whispered in English, a English-accented French, wondering who was and who was there, and I could not answer. I could not think.
I've been with him 4 days. I asked several times what happens but do not want to answer. I just called said Gerard, who was born in Toulouse. Much talk of Toulouse. Well ... talk much.
calls me "princess" and brings me food, says he has a daughter my age.
Pink It just happened to me tells me not to approach the army, nor to salvation.
I think it's a deserter. Not even know if actually called Gerard, nor a soldier doing here with a French accent.
all very confusing.
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