Mens (english version)

by Quelli di ZEd

  6.

  I felt Daylight and the small ones that went out of house.

  I had remained to sleep until late, the sun was already tall.

  I felt the need to rest, and it was also a precise recipe: my brain had need to elaborate again the progress of the day, to classify them and to prepare them in the most useful and orderly way.

  Teo sneered from shameless while Daylight inserted all in car. I felt the auto that departed and it quickly got further. I gone down from the bed and for first thing I fed me (word more suitable of I ate); I didn't dress me, but I gone down dabbasso.

  I felt me lazy, that day. I turned on the viewer after a beautiful po' and I taken to stare at that iron guy suit with the Sunday suit while it was making stunts and it indulged in humorous remarks with his/her two preferred analysts.

  Two hours passed in a lightning.

  I was really annoyed. I interrupted the video to flow some news-bulletin; I often did him/it, when I had time, in the vain hope that the announcer of turn got up and shaking the dismayed head said: «Any ugly news, today everything magnificently goes.»

  I passed soon to the films. I pitted quite a lot of it, then I delayed a few minutes in more on an old film of Frankenstein. You/he/she had been digitalizzata, restored and partially integrated with new impressive scenes.

  Obviously, me immedesimavo in the monster.

  After some I was annoyed me and I conscientiously gave to see my movements in the laboratory again.

  I noticed some improvement, I was certainly more aware of my massive structure and of the world around me.

  After another mezz'ora I had of it enough; I made a rapids glance of the commercial channels and I returned to the news.

  There were the images of an explosion or similar stuffs, observed by earth and by a helicopter. I didn't understand well, but it seemed involved a train that had diverted the fifteen meters that separated him/it from the ground of the city jumping. Around everything was a disaster, a great deal more apocalyptic than I would be me expected from a derailment. Incuriosito, lifted the volume.

  «. corpses and wounded.» it said the announcer, with to certain emotional share «. because of to probable terrorist attack. The business center is inagibile and the first teams of firemen you/they are arriving on the place.»

  I saw an ampler panning.

  The wagons of the train were shed on the ground, full of wrecks and rubble. The carriage and the first wagons had jumped of under from the raised again rail. Motive appeared evident: in the point in which an ample curve started, the rail missed. An explosion or a structural yelding had removed part of the manufactured article, and the train had simply continued right, launching himself/herself/itself with a leap of about thirty meters against the plain earth of a building that I didn't recognize, so much it was malridotto. You saw the tail of a carriage that anchors it stirred oscillating on the terraces semidistrutti of the entry. All the rubbles told that the superior part of the building had to have collapsed, and this was strange: you/he/she had been the low part stricken of it, it would be due to entirely collapse or to entirely be standing. Then I saw on the ground something incomprehensible: it was a steel snake from the enormous body that he/she embraced to spiral the damaged building; it pressed on the residual structures, big as it was, and it owed to have had a part among the causes of the collapse.

  The means of the firemen reached explained sirens.

  The police was surrounding the zone to prevent to the curious ones and to the imprudent willing from drawing near too much.

  The announcer, after a break of effect, started over describing the event.

  «. the train has harshly struck the structure inserting since himself/herself/itself as to wedge in its neuralgic parts. whoever has planned this you/he/she has been diabolic.»

  I stopped listening. I had understood what the serpentone was and because I had not recognized the building.

  The train was inserted an hour in the Whip to two hundred penetrating up to the base of the long steel tentacle. The bump had to have been dreadful: its base had to have gone out so battered of it that the enormous duct, not more bound but sideways moved rather by the strength of the hit, you/he/she had lost stability. The images that flowed me before were clear; although shocked, a part of my brain appraised that the damage had brought the duct to stir more than ruining the infrastructures of containment and sabring the inside and external surfaces of the skyscraper. Out of control, that enormous serpentine mass had demolished what it found: the whole building had almost collapsed, leaving perhaps something of I live inside the business center that occupied the close-ups.

  I didn't succeed in stopping looking.

  Daylight and the boys were there inside. What gave sense to everything how much it was there inside.

  The attack of panic came to the sudden one.

  I could not move.

  It was a feeling that I had tried other times especially in the first months when my brain had to adapt himself/herself/themselves to live in the new body. I had not been able to act, in that breakers, neither to speak. It was terrible. The medicines had helped me, then; my brain had been of it practically soaked for choice of the physicians.

  But there were not now medicines to resolve that.

  A terrible feeling, of total and irremediable impotence, it froze me. I felt me dead, worse how dead. Images and comments surrounded me.

  Then I looked at the photo on the table of Daylight, Teo and smiling Gena; I had gone off her in a windy day, in the middle of the snow. All laughed and they were red in face, with the glimmering hair of crystalline of ice.

  I lowered the look. I had the hands in womb as a tired oldie.

  But I was not an oldie: my hands were big and mighty. I had learned to use well her, in a way that it often surprised the physicians that were around me. I was not unarmed. I was able. My humor changed: something inside of me started to rebel to the fierce sense of impotence. I was able. I was not a weak human being anymore predisposed his although to the fatalism, the things were a lot of that knew to be able to do.

  Something inside of me hardened him, it was an almost physical feeling: I imagined to still have the eyes and that these tightened him in a new and absorbed determination.

  I focused me on the events studying a line of approach that allowed me to help my family.

  Now I had here is an assignment, other didn't serve. My horrible carcass would perhaps have been useful to something.

  I extinguished the emotions, or I perhaps gave them a different direction. It doesn't care. There was no time to think.

  There was as an explosion inside of me. It was magnificent: until then I had always fought for repressing the emotions, because control seemed me the only sensible road to cross for facing my condition. But now I let me go. I jumped standing and courses toward the door. I didn't succeed in checking me and I didn't want: the door exploded in so many splinters dispersing himself/herself/itself in the garden, but I didn't stay me.

  The Whip was to five kilometers from there, I had to cross different isolated full of traffic and pedestrians. I turned for the park: from there the road it was longer, but I would have been able to freely move me. I increased the walk; I was walking rather strongly, at least as a man, and very more than an automaton. Those are not done certain to race. I mentally thanked the researchers that had me endowed with that body.

  But to walk could not be enough; said regularities to the movement and I pushed more, losing more times the equilibrium but recovering well always. I pushed anchor, until I didn't reach the limit that allowed me bad punishment not to fall. I raced. I was ridiculous, certain; it seemed me to have a pompous and unnatural style, very different from when I raced behind a boy ball. I tried to return to that remote past, to the feelings that pervaded me when I pursued or I was pursued. The tactile ability of my hands was essential: the perception of the wind on the palms belonged to the human experience of the to race a
nd I didn't now feel anything. The braccias hung, without giving big lilt. No, the braccias had to undertake himself/herself/themselves how much the legs, baiting those mechanical sinergies at the base of the fast movement. I tried there. I counted every armful for some minutes, until I didn't realize me that the torso followed that gestures slightly rotating, allowing the basin to lean out himself/herself/themselves in ahead to anticipate the following rush of the leg. I went even more quick, as I believed now to be able.

  I owed to definitely have overcome a kind of block, my body communicated harmony to all of my sensors.

  The autos slipped an hour nearby me with their miserevolis fifty. I felt the howl of the wind that flowed through the ravines of my limbs forellati.

  People saw me pass as a train, someone you/he/she frightened him of ugly: I gathered some amazed comments and the whistle of a police officer. I ignored that world and I accelerated. I didn't now succeed in seeing well me the braccias, they confused him with the colors of the surrounding environment, fast tant'ero.

  I entered the park to all speed. I didn't realize of it, then, but my feet left enormous imprints in the lawn, lifting whole blocks of earth that the heels projected aloft. I sank some in the ground but I didn't take care of of it.

  Of his/her children that played around there jammed to wide open mouth. I revolved them.

  There was a merry-go-round in front of me, luckily nobody had been climbed there still. I jumped her; I had not jumped before never, but I still picked up me racing and bringing the more baricentro in low. For an instant my knees got up more aloft than the head, then I detached the leap. I had to jump on at least four meters, because the merry-go-round squeaked very a lot of in low. Concerned sinking until above the ankles but I kept on racing resurfacing to every footstep.

  Around the sounds disturbed me, so I removed the volume: I had never been so assembled. I saw from now on to me and behind, without turning the head; to my sides I saw the bushes whipped by my body, I gathered the pulsations of wings of the birds above of me and the weak twinkling of the feet that you/they reflected the early-morning sun.

  The park was very great, it reached the Whip and over.

  I didn't employ big whether to come on the place of the disaster. I already saw in distance the men of the police you sue to make reliefs on the railway line and a the halves of the firemen that tried to make himself/herself/themselves road in that bedlam. Some ambulance flashed, parked nearby there.

  I came unmolested to hundred meters from the Whip, or from that that it stayed from there; I brusquely braked, lifting a portion of lawn of about ten meters, that got up arricciolandosi under my feet. But I was not good as I hoped: I had tilted too much for braking and I slipped on the damp grass badly falling for earth. I was still fast; trying to support me on a hand I ploughed the ground with the fingers and I actually sank to the elbow. My body rotated: I had definitely lost the control. For an instant I thought about succeeding in putting again me standing giving me a sudden impulse, but I got only to rotate more still inserting the feet in the ground. I lifted a lot of sod.

  Without understanding as I had done, seeds I was firm laid down to earth with the four nailed in arts to the ground in disjointed way. I hoped that nobody had seen me: I would not have made a beautiful figure.

  Then it assisted me the absurdity of my thought; in another moment I would have found him funny.

  I got up me standing, calmed by the furious run, and I slowly drew near me to the first barriers.

  I appraised the situation.

  It seemed that the first three floors had been standing, but they were completely covered by the deposits. He didn't succeed in even not seeing a window of the façade. The transparent wrap of the long metallic soul was disintegrated and you/he/she was scattered everywhere; the walls perimetrali of the lowest plans was capsized and the conic form of the construction had favored the impilamento of the materials provoking further collapses.

  I went beyond the barriers attracting the attention of a police officer. The man came verse me quadrating me with attention. I had to be a funny show; great and big, dark and stained with earth like a child blunderer.

  The police officer he stopped behind of me putting himself/herself/itself the hands against the sides. He/she didn't know what I was staring at him/it with the nape. It opened the mouth, but I was quicker.

  «Agent Suiko» I said; I had read the name on the badge. «There is a way to enter there inside?»

  The man beat a couple of times the eyelids: you/he/she was not waited that I called him/it for name. It was uncertain on what ditches. A robot would not have had my attitude, neither you/he/she would have spoken to that way.

  «To the moment we don't know him/it» it cautiously said. «You who is?»

  I looked around me. The heavy means to remove the collapsed infrastructures had not arrived yet.

  «Your first bulldozer» I answered.

  It looked me at some stunned.

  I left him/it and I drew near me to the building; there was no verse to gather him, it didn't recognize him nothing.

  I saw a group of people to brief distance that you/they consulted a big sheet of paper. I drew near me. I had had the correct feeling: they were the plants of the construction, if you/they were gotten him in hurry.

  They gave me the shoulders, you/they had not seen me yet.

  I still drew near me and I peered at above of them studying the entrances and the inside runs. I memorized how much I was able; I could not go behind that projects, I needed the free hands. An engineer lifted the head, suffered a suspicious, and he turned verse of me. I lifted a hand.

  «Hi» I said.

  That strabuzzò the eyes, imitated immediately by the colleagues. I removed from his hands the paper and I ended to study me her, while the presents let me do. A pair of police officers incuriositi was being approached. Some officers of the fire confabulated more in there. The police officers came verse me, I passed nearby them and I went to the officers of the fire.

  «Mr.?» I said, to attract their attention.

  They looked me amazed, one the helmet removed from him to look better me.

  «You would like to move you please?»

  «Certain» it said one of them.

  They moved, but not enough.

  «About ten meters, prays» I added.

  They did him/it with reluctance. In front of me there were the rests of a dividing wall in mattoncini. I didn't exactly know about thing I was able. I drew near me and the sferrais a fist.

  I had been too much cautious: the wall resistette. Of it sferrai a more convinced second and the wall he crumbled. I moved the debris from a side.

  Behind there were the twisted grilles of the balconies, well you insert in blocks of concrete. I grabbed the bars and I folded up her, I did a fagottino of it and I launched him/it to a pair of meters from me.

  Now me the real balcony protected from now on him, an insole in cement armed thick fifteen centimeters, long four meters and wide two. It had to almost weigh three tons. I struck her in the center with a deafening noise, and then anchor and anchor, until the concrete it came away to bits discovering the inside armor of steel. I kept on crumbling, until it didn't seem me enough. I dragged the insole reduced to a colabrodo out of the boxes.

  I expected me to see the entry, but there was a big ring of deformed steel, once certainly part of the long duct. It had to weigh around five hundred kilos. I lifted him/it and I did him/it roll far. The men in the near they shifted him at the right moment.

  You/he/she was not ended: a wide slice of concrete, thick sixty centimeters and of around ten meters you square it was risen from now on to me, nailed in in good part in the ground. It was also an impassable barrier for me.

  «You try with this» a fireman told me throwing me the arm. It held an absurd martellone, entirely made of steel. It maneuvered him/it to work. I easily grabbed him/it trying the weight of it.

  «You look
» it said anchor pointing out me the thick block. «It is damaged.»

  It was true. Of cracks you/he/she was covered and through the greatest the rods of the iron were glimpse.

  I taken the hammer and I struck one of the cracks. It widened, of little. I struck stronger, twice, without great results.

  I grabbed better the utensil and a rhythm dictates me; every hit boomed making to wave the adjacent material. I had to be careful if I didn't want to cause other collapses.

  I taken to strike less strongly some, but I increased the speed.

  I was a car, now, a mighty and well oiled car; I struck rapid watering the outskirtses of iron fragments and cement. I felt that something didn't go, I stayed me; the hammer dangled me from the fist, crooked and deformed.

  «Another?» I asked.

  The fireman already held the exchange. Awake type. I started over threshing of good lena, until the block he/she didn't introduce a passing crack and it finally divided him in two parts. I had not gotten big that: from an enormous wall I had drawn two of them. I shaken the head. Another fireman being drawing near and you/he/she appraised my progress.

  «I would say that it needs to change approach» it commented.

  «Already» I said. «I will try to upset him/it.»

  The base of the wall disappeared in the subsoil. I put me in front of the wall and I knelt me. I started to dig as they make the dogs. I immediately made the unbreathable atmosphere and I confused me in a cloud of dust. Two minutes were how much he/she wanted us to eliminate a pair of meters cubes of mixed earth to stone.

  I struck the wall to all strength; it waved, but in way as soon as perceptible. I jumped him above and I started to wag me as a monkey, trying to oscillate with regularity. The two halves the wall they stirred. I lost the grip and I fell to the ground as an idiot.

  «Careful!» it shouted a fireman.

  The mass of concrete had followed me; you/he/she was falling me I set. I commanded to the legs to bend himself/herself/themselves and I jumped as a frog falling there unbecomingly six more meters in. The wall touched earth lifting another dust cloud.

  «Beautiful job» it said a vigilant bystander of the fire.

  Now he/she was seen a dark ravine that brought toward the entry of the building. Or, at least, so I hoped. The hole was enough great to be left to give me through. I peered at inside, regulating my sight on the infrared frequencies. It was a narrow hole edged by a horde of different materials, all compressed ones and in unstable equilibrium. The fireman did for entering. I appropriated his shoulder.

  «No» I said. «I go. There is a beautiful risk of collapses, there inside.»

  «You are great and big, but I don't believe that I/you/he/she am invulnerable» it beat the man.

  «I am him/it more than her» I affirmed.

  The last thing of which I had need was a handpiece of firemen that made to fall other structures looking for the survivors. My priority was to look for Daylight and the boys, I didn't think about nient'altro. I slipped me in the hole and I taken to slowly slip.

  My sight dearly worked; I met a girder that the footstep blocked me, luckily not too much big. I grabbed her with both the hands and I forced; the steel him slowly flexed, allowing to pass me. I had crossed five meters, perhaps six, in horizontal sense.

  According to my calculations I was almost me in correspondence of the external masonry. If I had fortune a look in before and I would have seen a window; I slowly writhed me shifting some bricks. From now on to me there was the entire portion of the wall perimetrale in armed cement. No windows. The fate didn't help me. I tried to move the steps of the stairway of entry that pressed me the back: they were practically pulverized, the train had passed from there before entering the building.

  I looked me the hands: they were dirty of earth. There for there I didn't understand, then I moved my body and I saw that I leaned on a mixture of marble, cement and soil. With the hand I quickly dug and I found a battered attic. I broke down him/it; a wave of light wound me from under. I taken back the normal vision and the light it did him weak but enough.

  Under of me, to around three meters, there was a floor in raw cement. I opened even more the hole and I jumped down. My feet produced an impressive boom.

  I knew where I was me: it was buries him of the building.

  Somehow I had entered.

  The environment was weakly illuminated by the lamps of emergency, the tide had to be jumps, or you/he/she had been disconnected from someone to prevent the fires.

  I looked around me: yes, I was in the scannafosso, the long corridor that turned around the building. I looked for a door that conducted me more to the inside and I almost immediately found her/it.

  I opened him: I was a vain technician; there were various pictures voters, of the big pomps and pipelines that branched him penetrating in various points of the ceiling. I didn't take me he/she intrigues her/it to deepen: I squirted out racing, I found some staircases that brought above to the plain earth, but when I took her I saw that the last ramp had collapsed under the weight of an enormous block of iron and cement. From there him it didn't pass; I returned back and runs other rooms. I started to move me in frantic way, passing from a room to the other, frustrated by the impossibility to climb to the superior plan. I reentered in the scannafosso and I looked for another door.

  I found her after a beautiful po.' Mi ci infilai e trovai il vano tecnico di un ascensore. I opened the door and I looked at the insù. My sight passed to the infrared one without I made me of it account: I saw the vain one that lengthened in vertical for around thirty meters, until a mass of deposits you/he/she had ended with to close aloft there tightly it. The elevator was not seen, during the collapse it was had to find to the superior plans, but its ropes still dangled to everything height, you insert in the taking of the rubbles. I grabbed a rope: I would have been climbed making a beautiful scaling.

  I climbed me and I made a pair of meters; to the sudden one I felt a distant noise and the rope it lost rigidity. I was falling, my weight had given her the hit of grace. I fell to the ground instinctively covering me the face. The rope fell me I set, spiraleggiando.

  It was a beautiful blow, a human being would be gone out malridotto of it.

  «Curse» I murmured.

  I looked on: only I now noticed a light light, ten meters above of me; it filtered from the doors of the elevator to the close-up. The doors of the plain earth, more neighbors, appeared ax, and I understood the why. The central portion seemed damaged, there was a block of cement of big dimensions that pressed on it; a part had broken down the glass door opalines and it stuck out, showing the stump of the big iron rod that had punched a shutter. Difficulty to pass, from there. I had to try to the close-up, but there were no staircases, neither grips, the surface of the vain elevator was in thick concrete I deprive of prominences. And they were ten meters.

  I didn't have idea than I was able of to jump.

  I crouched me to earth and I focused me a moment.

  I jumped aloft using all of my energies, without a precise idea; I stayed suspended for a moment, few above the door of the elevator damaged, therefore I reverted.

  I had covered around necessary ten six meters.

  It came me an idea: I put me shoulders to the wall of the doors of elevator and I crouched again me. I was about to do something of difficulty for me. I jumped the more possible, aloft and toward the opposite wall; I went to beat you with more energy of the expectation, but I reacted well: I amortized with the braccias, then I aimed the feet counting on the asperities of the raw concrete and I jumped back to the.

  I was not able of to turn flying me, the thing would have asked for great bodily awareness, however it was all right however: my back struck the wall from which I had departed, but more aloft, and immediately sbracciai to the back holding the fingers of the united hands. The left struck the cement, but the right sank in the flowing doors of the close-up as they were of butter. I immediat
ely opened the fingers to avoid to revert of under, harpooning the pierce metallic plates. I dangled as a suspended ham.

  I slowly threw me on. When I was to the height of the door, I also struck strong with the left hand sinking in the plate up to the elbow. Then I rotated my body.

  The rest was easy: I reduced it brings her/it to accordion and I leaned the feet on the floor of the plan. Finally. There was there also the weak light of the lamps of emergency. I walked for the corridor and I met the staircases that salivate to the superior plan. They were inagibili, but it didn't care: the business center and the restaurant where Daylight often went with his/her children both they were to the first two floors.

  I crossed the corridor noticing the damages on the ceiling provoked by the fallen structures on the attic soprastante; who hardly found to the superior plans you/he/she had been able to get by. A tear in the ceiling allowed me to look than above. It was dark, but that that I succeeded in seeing it didn't promise anything of good person: a lot of material pressed from above, I didn't know how much you/they would have withstood the attics.

  The corridor flowed in the vast saloon of the center; I was me to the tallest plan, on the vast terrace that projecting of a pair of meters edged the whole exercise.

  I had a perfect vision, from there, but dramatic: there were many corpses. The concave ceiling was extremely damaged, a quantity of rubble had pierced him bombing clients and operators with a terrible sassaiola. Whole blocks of cement were fallen on the crowd, which the pieces of the same attic was added. There was not there light: the large majority of the lamps of emergency had gone lost and only thanks to my nighttime vision I succeeded in observing that scene.

  The attack of panic him riaffacciò, but I quickly reacted; I raced dabbasso inserting the staircases and I moved me among the dead bodies looking for my daughter. They were so as that despaired. Although that point cared few, I understood the reason for all that corpses. You/they could not simply be been the rubbles; from the ceiling disastrato was penetrated the slabs in glass that you/they wound the long tentacled duct, by now disconnected by the rest of the structure. Falling from that height in whole pieces of different meters, to the impact with the ground they were as I exploded, lifting a hail of sharp fragments as knives that were squirted in all the directions. A lot of people that lay next to me were horribly mutilated, there was everywhere blood.

  A sudden noise made me lift the head: a portion of ceiling came down, followed by a heterogeneous whole objects, among which other dead bodies.

  The impact with the ground was puzzling.

  Something told that I didn't have a lot of time before the structure collassasse. I would have employed too much for finding Daylight, this way. Courses again in the terrace and I leaned out me.

  «Daylight!» I howled.

  I howled for a long time, I regulated at the most then the volume of my artificial voice; the voice he would be some distorted, but it didn't matter.

  «DAYLIGHT!» I howled.

  The environment amplified me in impressive way. The name of my daughter echoed for a long time. Dictate me for the nth turn of the idiot: my hearing could do more also. I also amplified gradually that, until I succeeded in feeling two things that frightened me quite a lot: the scrunches of the structures some everywhere and the weak and suffering voice of my daughter. I rotated the head trying to direct her/it in the correct direction, more directive making the captazione of noises. I individualized the point of origin of the call and courses for the terrace without minding nothing: Daylight called me.

  The voice was near, now; I and I saw to few meters of the stretched out figures and a session, supported against the wall. It had the face covered with blood. I drew near me. The voice originated from her. It was a young woman, but it was not Daylight.

  «There is someone?» it said the woman with the trembling voice.

  «I am here» I said.

  I still drew near me and I stooped me on her. Its face was full of cuts and the eyes were wounded. You/he/she had tried to cover them with a handkerchief, but to judge from the lesions the cloth had to have suffer soaked of blood. It was not more moved, remaining waiting for help. I could not stay there, I had to look for Daylight. Then I thought that also she was the daughter of someone; perhaps it also had some children she, waited even for him to house, you/they had seen the facts in TV and they hoped that any guy, done of meat or of iron, it brought him her healthy and salute.

  But, if I helped her, I would not have been able anymore perhaps to do the same for Daylight and the boys. It was a moment of terrible indecision, I can never forget him/it. A kind of torture. But it was the young woman to shake me: about he complained, not with me, not for me, simply expressed his/her suffering without asking.

  I gently picked her up among the braccias. After the physical efforts that I had done, it seemed me light.

  «It makes her/it to tighten me to the neck?» I asked.

  «Thing is?» churches her. «A kind of overall there is a fire?»

  You/he/she had touched my skin.

  «You don't worry him. There is no fire.»

  I raced to the vain elevator from which I had come. I looked of under. A leap of ten meters with a wounded in arm.

  «Laces me strong» I warned.

  I jumped, holding more aloft the woman that I was able. Harshly concerned damaging the floor and I left that my braccias with above the youth they gradually lowered, amortizing the hit for how much I was able. I stopped the braccias to few centimeters from the ground, but also so I felt a sigh of pain. I returned of run in the scannafosso, I placed the wound for earth and I jumped striking the ceiling of it to widen the opening from which I had entered. Now the hole was enough.

  «Hey, face attention!»

  A fireman was observing my stunts with interest.

  «What us ago here?» I rather asked irritated.

  «We have widened and consolidated the tunnel that has done. Did he/she think indeed that we would have remained to wait?»

  Obviously it was right.

  «It makes her/it to take the wound?» I asked.

  The man shook the head.

  «It will have to think of us her. Me it has to go down there under.»

  I was about to answer him for the rhymes, but I didn't have time to quarrel. I jumped aloft of around three meters and a half landing in the ravine from which I had lowered. You/they had widened and also consolidated that.

  The tunnel was comfortable; I could also pass well us with the girl in arm. You/they had studded him of dense pilastrini in steel, putting some beams to pylon to sustain the ceiling. The everything damnedly had a fragile air, but you/they had been incredibly fast and to the moment that was the thing most important.

  I walked for some meter and I found me to the open one.

  The sun attacked me, brutal. I estranged me from the building and I went me to the nearest ambulance. There was a lot of people around me, but I didn't mind anybody. I deposed the wounded on the stretcher.

  «It will be well now» I said, some too much optimist but hopeful.

  «Thanks» it said her, turning himself/herself/itself toward of me, even if you/he/she could not see me.

  I estranged me from the vehicle for lasciar to do to the physicians.

  «Angel?» someone said behind of me.

  I turned me. It was a police officer. I would be raced again in the place of the disaster, but to feel to call me for name stopped me. The police officer smiled and pointed out a little far.

  Standing on the grass there were my nephews and my daughter, that it fixed me with the hands on the mouth.

  I fell to the ground abruptly. I would have very wanted to be able to cry.