Smoking prevents me from see what happens, is lagging behind the crowd went crazy. The smell of burnt and roasted beyond recognition guide me through alleys of Gaza. Ears only one continuous shrill sound that dominates the other. Every time I see silhouettes of people running desperately clumsy but it is unclear where.
even I do not understand where I'm going let alone what happened.
The last memory is of my brother who played ball with his friends. Rachid is good football, wants to go play in Italy with Ronaldhino and Kaka but his mother says he has to study for her future, she says, should be away from here; dreams for a future as a doctor he maybe in some private hospital or American English, a safe place, she says.
I never knew for sure what he means, perhaps a place where there is no danger of an argument with someone, cheating, a beautiful place where people can live in peace.
Rachid, remember, had light blue shorts that Dad bought for himself last week, says the spring, when it will be hot, but Dad does not know that Rachid use them to play ball.
advance slowly through the fog that smells of smoke, with a hand trying to cover my face with the other stroking a building, I try to hold me up against a wall.
I woke up a bit 'confused, with a big headache, I woke up lying on the road, the same street where I was playing with my friends and now I do not know where they are or what's going on. The sky blue
slowly returns, before me there is a rift in the darkness, I see movement, hear sounds more clearly defined but still unknown.
Thunder!
The heart stops beating for a few seconds, then again louder ... louder ... and salt .. seems to me that is beating in my throat.
I'm afraid! I want to scream
but my mouth does not beep, like I'm dumb.
I watch the sky is always black. Then I do not know how, but I find myself back to earth. Now I understand everything!
Under my hands warm and flowing reddish fluid ... I know, this is blood! I think it's mine but I can not say exactly where it is wound as they are completely paralyzed. My body no longer responds, are immobile and do not feel pain.
With his head lying on the asphalt in front of me ... I look I see a guy that comes to hand, crying, screaming, I think anyone who knows me, calls me, I guess, but I can not answer, although I would. Towards me, I can not look at him but I recognize the shorts blue. At last I've found Rachid, take me home to mother.
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