On a day like today, at 7:35 hours waiting to die in the season, punctual as a clock, running down the car hoping not to miss the train I had to work at Getafe. A hurried down the stairs of the exchanger, I saw a giant beam, threatening, horrible, accompanied by a deafening noise, I rolled down the stairs and fell to the ground, I opened my eyes, and felt no pain, but I knew that had torn part of my soul forever. Fear paralyzed me complete but my screams of terror and fear turned into anger, I grew angry as he had never done. Then I got up and sizing the situation, all was chaos, people running through the halls that crushed others, others paralyzed and others in which his body was left alone and without thinking, without being aware of the danger of the situation. I began to assist anyone who could, to raise the fallen, to use all my strength to the limit of pain, I felt lost circulation in one of my arms, and it was a girl grabbed me strongly as a straw seeking help. I lost count of the people who was helping as I could, the more I was getting my help, another light burst from another coach, stronger, closer, destroying everything in their path, then I knew I had lost the battle, and started running as he had never done, lifting people in my step to avoid being crushed by the crowd, and saw the light outside the station, the smell of smoke, the smell of darkness leaving behind the escalators were out, and climbed out of breath, to the exasperation was still running for the exit forget everything, accelerating more and more until broken down the gates of the Parque del Retiro, looking for my unbalanced soul inside, looking in my heart that my life's flame still burning, looking to be alive. Luis María Cuesta
I have "swiped" to my brother who posted this note last night on Facebook, and without your permission, that's my brother, I have corrected a bit and I posted on the blog. I think it deserves to be read by more people, by the memory of those who suffered that terrible day.
My brother was there that tragic day, near Ground Zero in Madrid, but safe, I could hear his voice after the news to know he was safely on the other side of the line, well despite the desolation I was suffering inside. Many others could not pick up the phone. Never forget.
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