Yesterday, I watched three men die because one man sneezed in a room full of blood and shit and light. Today, three more men go in, cheap mops and each other’s lives in their hands. Yesterday, I watched a man I admired gunned down for leaving a rose for a girl whose life was tattered by trauma she never deserved. Today, she doesn’t remember, and three halls down I can hear her screaming. Yesterday, I watched a group of soldiers go down fighting against the corpses of comrades who’d died before them. Today, we test another sample, this time on children. Yesterday, I watched five men and women gunned down in an abandoned factory no one cares about. Today, it happens again and again. Every eleven seconds. Forever. Yesterday, I watched a man sit comfortably in a nice armchair, sipping scotch and laughing as he ordered a woman to simply stop breathing. Today, he gets the day off of work detail for good behavior. Yesterday, I watched hundreds of men and women in orange jumpsuits herded like animals into empty rooms that filled with gas and fire. Today, hundreds more are told they have a chance for a lighter sentence, and a chance to serve their country. Yesterday, I watched the world nearly die in a thousand thousand terrible ways. Sometimes we would have had time to scream. Today, I’m alive to write about it. You want happy endings? Fuck you.
–Joder, joder y mil veces joder –bufó por quinta vez en lo que llevaba de minuto. Había estado intentado sacar la chocolatina de aquella máquina expendedora desde hacía por lo menos media hora y no había manera de que saliese. Si bien ella era impaciente, el hecho de estar llegando tarde a clase, la hacía serlo más–. Si no me vas a ayudar, no mires y vete por dónde seas que hayas venido –al parecer sus ruidos y quejas habían llamado la atención de alguien, alguien que la estaba molestando aunque no estuviese haciendo nada.