L 'air was warm and firm, were days of hell. The empty sidewalks kept watch on the walls dirty and worn. Silence, silence and even closed windows. Here's how it was. Those times were not cluttering the streets. No, not at all a good idea to be seen around and it is not that you could go somewhere. We were too much, really too far from the center. Forget and forget it, I dare say, of certain basic human needs. I never had the balls to claim a agora throughout our district, I mean. The less I have never crossed my mind to create one. About he wanted to make enemies? And at the time was too easy to have. I realize, I mean confused, but there are many years from the facts and to come here to tell you something I had forgotten a lot. It all began with the inauguration of new president. The atmosphere was vibrant down town, I went there often, it was still possible without problems. I was the movement in the movement. I still remember the towering buildings, the windows that were lost in the sky all the same. Lights and mirrors everywhere. The flags, how many flags, symbols and slogans, people from all over. There are no more back, I do not know if those places exist anymore and actually now I do not care much. I walked for days whole without meeting anyone when we left to fight. We were in a desert and one day we lost. We thought the president would not have abandoned a time, up to two days and would be there, but nothing. All died, except me, that between the hallucinations of thirst and the heat I decided to go to the east leaving the ranks. I found that for them there was only the monotonous sand continue for at least two thousand kilometers. I do not even taken the trouble to go and look. The fact was that we were lied to, we were betrayed, there was nothing for us, and that was a very effective way to make us understand, or better, definitely suffer. When I returned to the air had become different, frayed contacts between people, things and places. It was no longer so obvious to get somewhere, and this change before it tasted everything in the house. My family was gone. Not a letter, a message, a clue. I had no friends anymore. Who lived in those houses was a complete stranger. There were few people on the street. I remember sitting at a table in a bar, I looked around not knowing what to do. I was thinking of moving down in the center, to my family but most of all I thought about how I could revenge. Suddenly I looked around and realized that there were no children anywhere. I had not seen any of them. Before it was full. After four, maybe five pints of beer, I decided to understand in that fucking place I had returned. I walked the main street watching shameless people. I remember the face of the guy who was coming towards me. I looked at him and he looked at me. I am sure that it was he, as soon as we crossed brought the hand to his ear saying something. Grabbed me and slammed me to the ground in an alley, nobody said anything. Punched and kicked until I turned off to protect the system. The short life had been reduced to this was the first thought I had when the synergy of my senses recomposed the world. I counted them, I remember, and I was surprised that there was still all. I was huddled on the floor for a long time without moving. Something was broken by the treatment received, and understood that there was no need to seek help. I smiled though, because at least I knew where they were all boys. I crawled slowly to the hospital alone. For a while, 'it went well. I found a job and free time is spent at home. What I know of those years I've heard on television. The day I gave the news of the dams raggelai. Dams of the places, things and people. The face of the unknown on the screen informed me that from that moment it was official, ordered him to toe the line and enjoy the bare essentials. The issue of the ban came soon after. The President could not be seen but there 'was therefore decided to significantly reform the organization that was used to having. I find it very difficult to explain it to people as far away as you and I do not know if they are able to do so. Eating became painful. Aching feet in the extreme periphery. Few people do basic tasks, which were sales or purchases were made in haste. It was when the ban was extended beyond the limit of the skin which yielded inviolable. I do not know how could I resist even more than today. They took me, and the darkness in which I was sunk to the reality does not give one word to be expressed. The systematic nature of the pain inflicted, and nothing else, just buzzing in my head confused and hungry. I turned off thousands of times and thousands of times I went back to live in the sharp light never turned off my gray world. I fled the bombed that night. I did not know for certain that there was a war, who attacked and who defended me was unknown. There were screams and confusion, managed to break free and fled from place to place without looking back or stop. The sounds of cacophony in his head were metallic and could not distinguish what is true from those generated from my chaos. It was exhausting breath, even more able to control the tremors and the pictures of the body. In the hole where I had stayed holed up there for a long time and I think I would have stayed there forever if they had not arrived. Gently extinguished my sufferings in the flesh with a needle and then slowly let reassemble in a hospital bed. Return to be conscious of time passing was the best thing that ever lived. At first it was useless to try to appease the sounds, shapes, colors, and it was good to start thinking about anything, come back to life. Came time to pay the bill. The order still needed me. Old, new, did it matter? The one thing that I call I never have. I really only lived in pain returns, and reassembled my form disfigured. The process to the story I wanted the jury. I was called along with other historical facts to judge really. What had happened? What was the story? One evening at home, I read a sentence on a brochure that said: you will be told or recounted. I was confused and decide to stop was the most rational solution. A story is written to be told.
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