Now he had a cause for real concern. Rather, two: my wife was not at home when the phone rang and someone had called in the middle of morning giving me notice of an accident. Would be interrelated both facts equally absurd? A distress report and thick began touring me gradually entrails, with the same painful result as if a tiny stubborn Cannibal were devouring me as he progressed on the inside of my stomach. I didn’t have much time so that new and terrible sensation I could overwhelm me because turning the corner I found myself already at the end of the long Avenue Primate Reig. That there were people, lots of people.
A few flimsy provisional foci, of campaign, illuminated spectrally stage outside whatever that had happened. It seemed as if the rain had wanted highschool especially in that place. Droplets are hurrying there larger, more regular and with a Cadence obstinate and steady, soaking everything: the soil, the facades of the houses lined up as a silent army that faced into the abyss of a clearing where just the city, people wandering like sonambulas and bodies deposited in mud forming a mortuary row which was protracted beyond where you let see rain. Don’t stay here standing, man of God told me an unrecognizable uniform police under its broad raincoat. I was as smitten, noting that Dante and funereal spectacle. The guard not had addressed actually to me, but to an individual who by my side impeded the passage of two men carrying a body in a few angarillas. As you approach me to the corpses, systematically arranged side by side, like a gigantic and sinister dominoes with whom buffs some heartless monsters, I checked that row is lost beyond my view.