I’m training for a battle or imminent war, with shotgun, bullets, and a backpack full of other tools, supplies and ammunition. I’m running on a long, iron bridge between red, rocky mountains. I’m sweating. All of a sudden, I find myself in the middle of a battle, among the sandy dunes of a beach. I manage to kill some enemies with a gun. Some of my high school mates are also fighting on my side. At some point, the life of one of them is in danger: I collect all my forces and I run towards him, bringing him a little, circular, white gauze or cloth. I tell him to cough on it blood for two times: only in this way he will be saved.
April 15, 2012