It started when I was still speaking on the microphone, congratulating people on their… graduation day?
Then the fighting began with the noise of death. It was a closed room: violence, anger, pain.
When I entered the room it was a bloodbath. I didn’t want to turn on the lights but, eventually, I did. They had removed the bodies and the blood was drying out, dark, dark red, everywhere.
She refused to help, she was in a rush and partially blind. I said: «Go ahead, don’t waste your time. I can take care».
And now I keep seeing el barandal. Tengo que aferrarme a él.
La realidad alterna 