It 's just the dawn, the sun looks shy and insecure among the masses of white clouds, it seems that this morning did not want to shine and radiate the city. I'm late, runs frantically Stratford, home even before reaching one of the main avenues feel serene sound in the distance I hear the echo of words but I can not discern the meaning. I walk briskly to the bed, confused and is the end ... Blood ... Death ... Destruction ... Despair ... No, I can not believe it I will not mica still dreaming? "No, can not be true! A white sheet covering what remains of a young body now cold, pale, stiff. I look at the unreal scene remained detached as if you were watching a film from the tragic ending. A tear falls shy of the cheeks and I wonder: "How do you die at age 23 in a serene morning of April?" Remain for long minutes in disbelief and turned to stone hoping for a less tragic end, but all in vain, useless! There are scenes that unfortunately many times I saw the news on Sunday morning, but this time the situation is different, that body now I'm not dead is unknown. Although I barely knew of view, I have rarely incocriato your eyes and although I do not know how successful you can be a good trip in that world still unknown to us! GOODBYE
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