Wandering has made me somewhat sceptical among so much rot, I cannot think of a tomorrow if I do not focus on today, if tomorrow will come at some point that it does, even if I am sleeping, that it catches me off guard, so that when I wake up I will at least have the surprise of the new awakening. These days have been of a greater stench than usual, one that no longer makes a dent in my senses.

Something made me leave my usual area and go to a high place outside the city ruins, from where I can look at it and see it as it is, a set of bricks, stacked one on top of the other, that have nothing to do with traces of anything that could harbor life.

I know that something is coming, but I don't know the sound, which in a few minutes turns into noise, sharp but thunderous, I can't identify it nor see where it comes from, but it's coming.

Little by little I glimpse a glow and smoke in the distance, in a central space of the city, or what remains of it standing, first comes to my eyes a great flash of light and a few seconds later a thunderous noise of explosion, my eyes now understand what it was all about what I was sensing the last few days, that desire not to be, an imminent danger lurking, with that explosion I ended up understanding what my intuition told me.

After that first explosion many more came, I can say that hundreds of them, with the first one I could hear screams in the distance, the same ones that later were diminishing I don't know if because of the bombs sounding or because there was no one left standing that could emit such screams.

It was more than thirty minutes of intense bombing, next to the flying metal birds I could see many birds of prey approaching, surely called by that smell of burning flesh that is also beginning to reach me, I have seen destruction since my birth, I do not know what sense it makes to be standing at this time, but I am still standing, perhaps it is an instinct of survival from my ancestors.

I feel my body shaking, sweating even when I'm static, my heart beats in such a way that I don't know where it has got the strength to do so, so strong. But, I live and that is what is important, but I will live with this in my memory for as long as I have left.

Probably being able to tell what I've seen is what I'm entitled to now, I don't know, but there's no doubt that.

If you want to read the first part here I leave you the link